Puffed Up

Pride goes before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall. Proverbs 16:18

A familiar verse. Seems cut and dried.

Don’t be proud. Don’t look down on others.

Destruction follows.

Right?πŸ€”

Well, yes, but, there’s a bit more to it than that.

Because there’s different lights to take the word “pride” in.

There’s pride in our work-that which can cause us to excel and bring forth a product of highest integrity.

Pride in our children. This lovely shaping of another human life can spur on such smiles in a parent’s soul as they watch their loved ones blossom and grasp truths.

There’s also pride in our home, our service, our country…

Not all of this is necessarily bad.

I believe the Lord joins us in joy over something gone well. Zephaniah says He sings over His creation, after all.

If the Creator does that over us, might we conclude He extends a piece of such delight to our hearts as we see our endeavors come to fruition?

I tend to think so.

But, where this can go off the rails is in this-

When we go from glorying in what He has done for us and through us to self-congratulatory ego-stroking.

Then, we are in danger of swelling up like puffer fish, button-busting with what we start perceiving as success in our own power, growing so used to that feeling that we scramble for a convincing front to keep it going.

Our views consequently skew floating around in our own inflated sense of being. We forget to regard others as we ought around our expanded girth.

And, in that state, we are bound eventually to topple.

We see it in all walks of life.

From the neighbor prone to braggadocio to the social media darlings of self-promotion.

From our government to our entertainment to our churches.

Not to mention our reflection in the mirror, to bring it back home.

Ouch. πŸ™

Something to think about for sure.

For the balance between joy in success and pride in ourselves can be precarious.

This is why everything- victory and struggle alike- must rightly and quickly be laid at the throne of God.

Not to be forgotten, of course.

Rather, to be brought into proper perspective.

To recall the phrase “Look what God has done.” over “Look what I’ve done.”.

Or, in the case of a struggle laid bare, “God’s got this problem.” versus “I’ve got no problems.”😏

For, when we are leaning into and celebrating with the heavens, our hearts are naturally centered, appropriately shaped and lifted in Him, rather than ourselves.

James 4:10 bears witness to this:

Humble yourself before the Lord and He will lift you up. emphasis mine.

May we recognize we can do nothing in our own strength. Rather, may we lay ourselves before Him in complete humility and let our joys in life rise through Him and Him alone.

Blessings and prayers, dear friends!

Things

Possessions have somewhat an odd history in my family.

I grew up witnessing an avid, almost compulsive search for certain items, repeated again and again, regardless of lack of funds.

There was a rather manic sense of the never enough, as well as an extraordinary amount of reverence for some objects from select people.

The church of the “name it and claim it” we attended was not particularly helpful in this matter, to say the least.

Oh, and heaven forbid anything should ever happen to these things, even accidentally.

Also, heaven forbid you didn’t show the proper level of admiration for them, unless and until the purging cycle would begin.

Then, your insights might briefly be welcome…

Even though they were not even your things most times, but, rather, something you were just watching someone else have, love, discard of, and often regret the loss of down the road.

Frankly, the whole process frustrated me intensely at times.

Oh, not out of jealousy, mind you.

I had my physical needs met and then some.

I also received many a “guilt gift” after the worst altercations at home.

But, that is another matter altogether…

All this to say that, along with my ever developing faith, these baffling ways have influenced much of my current views on the subject of things.

Which is that things are just that.

Things.

Some are wonderful, some you might even consider beloved.

Gifts from others should indeed be appreciated, particularly when knowing the heart behind them.

But, in the end, not a single possession can we take with us, save our salvation in Christ.

Therefore, nothing should ever be elevated above that.

It’s an ongoing problem, of course, but I do think specifically of this:

Shortly, we shall see in our country the yearly avarice escalate as it tragically always does at this time.

People will sacrifice family to camp out for the “best” deals.

They will scramble, claw, and scratch for the latest greatest whatever.

Or, they are, in fact, home, but not present as they scour the internet for their elusive prizes.

Either way, they will max out credit cards, fling away savings, and drain accounts in the pursuit of what?

To impress someone with their extravagance?

To keep up with some arbitrary standard?

To prove something to somebody somewhere?

To try and buy what can never be bought?

For, if I’ve figured out one truth, it’s this:

Joy cannot be found in any store.

It doesn’t exist in finding that one particular, physical object you have always longed for.

Because, as I could clearly see over my growing up years, the feelings were always so fleeting.

Hence, the dissatisfaction would begin to nag once more like a tickling throat, the throwing aside the old would commence, and the hunt for more would begin again like a desperate search for refuge.

A refuge refusing to be found…

Because it’s not there in the temporal, physical realm!

Not a bit of this stuff can ever be our rescue.

Not one iota will count towards what we are building for eternity.

Some will build with hay, straw, wood, stubble.

Others with precious jewels and gold.

( See 1 Corinthians 3:12)

In the end, we will answer for what we’ve prized, what we’ve built as believers.

And, it will be our living for Him that counts, rather than living for the sake of things.

I pray I can keep this in my heart this season and always.

May we each be able to do so, friends.

Blessings to you!

True Love, Take Two

Ok. Thanks for bearing with me through technical difficulties. I can’t seem to go back and turn on comments for my post yesterday, so, I am reposting it for those that might wish to leave a comment. Blessings to you!

Rembrandt I’m not, but, this is a personal oil crayon doodling that seemed to suit. πŸ™‚

So many things have been written or spoken on love.

I think of Shakespeare and his observations-both the tragic and the comic.

Gatsby’s everlasting vigil over the green light at the end of Daisy’s dock.

Or maybe some classics of film: Casablanca: “Here’s looking at you, kid.” or Breakfast at Tiffany’s: “I love you. You belong to me.”

In song: The Righteous Brothers’ soaring “Unchained Melody” or The Beatles’ beautifully simple “All You Need is Love”.

I will leave aside the more current views but to say where the wrestling with the definitions of love are old as time, they are certainly heading in more and more a bluntly defiant direction…

Yet, for all the aspirations therein, for all the carefully constructed phrases and sometimes astute, sometimes skewed examinations, we are but scratching the surface of love most times at best, mangling it at worst.

For, not a one can hold a candle to the words of He who is love.

Think of one of the most well-known verses in all of scripture:

For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only son that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16

God so loved the world. This world-a broken and bitter place, so riddled with sin and strife we’re drowning in it.

Somehow, He could look upon us and, instead of wiping us out as we fully deserved, offer His son as a sacrifice in our stead.

That’s true love. Unconditional. Irreproachable.

And His son, in complete keeping with His Father’s will, spoke this truth at every turn, teaching this essential principle:

Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. John 15:3

And He was faithful to demonstrate that truth in life, death, and resurrection.

For us.

That’s true love. Not a morsel left back for His own concern. All in for our sake, unworthy and fickle though we may be.

And if we could only fathom but a bit of that kind of love.

The kind of love that’s strong enough not to leave each other to our own devices.

The kind that sees us sinking in our own filth and lifts us up from it.

Honestly. Tenderly. Unswervingly.

Wow. What a wonderful thing that would be.

All I know to do is to keep striving for it, greatly treasure it, and be ever in prayer He can bring my heart right in His spirit, and thereby become a means to share this true love with others…

Prayers and blessings to you all! May we each seek to value the true love only found in Christ- in all its depth and breadth.

True Love

Rembrandt I’m not, but, this is a personal oil crayon doodling that seemed to suit. πŸ™‚

So many things have been written or spoken on love.

I think of Shakespeare and his observations-both the tragic and the comic.

Gatsby’s everlasting vigil over the green light at the end of Daisy’s dock.

Or maybe some classics of film: Casablanca: “Here’s looking at you, kid.” or Breakfast at Tiffany’s: “I love you. You belong to me.”

In song: The Righteous Brothers’ soaring “Unchained Melody” or The Beatles’ beautifully simple “All You Need is Love”.

I will leave aside the more current views but to say where the wrestling with the definitions of love are old as time, they are certainly heading in more and more a bluntly defiant direction…

Yet, for all the aspirations therein, for all the carefully constructed phrases and sometimes astute, sometimes skewed examinations, we are but scratching the surface of love most times at best, mangling it at worst.

For, not a one can hold a candle to the words of He who is love.

Think of one of the most well-known verses in all of scripture:

For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only son that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16

God so loved the world. This world-a broken and bitter place, so riddled with sin and strife we’re drowning in it.

Somehow, He could look upon us and, instead of wiping us out as we fully deserved, offer His son as a sacrifice in our stead.

That’s true love. Unconditional. Irreproachable.

And His son, in complete keeping with His Father’s will, spoke this truth at every turn, teaching this essential principle:

Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. John 15:3

And He was faithful to demonstrate that truth in life, death, and resurrection.

For us.

That’s true love. Not a morsel left back for His own concern. All in for our sake, unworthy and fickle though we may be.

And if we could only fathom but a bit of that kind of love.

The kind of love that’s strong enough not to leave each other to our own devices.

The kind that sees us sinking in our own filth and lifts us up from it.

Honestly. Tenderly. Unswervingly.

Wow. What a wonderful thing that would be.

All I know to do is to keep striving for it, greatly treasure it, and be ever in prayer He can bring my heart right in His spirit, and thereby become a means to share this true love with others…

Prayers and blessings to you all! May we each seek to value the true love only found in Christ- in all its depth and breadth.

We’re Missing the Point

There are moments in our lives where we really think we’ve got it all together.

Thoughts are threading nicely, dreams are dovetailing with reality.

Plans meet in a beautiful, purposeful way, blossoming out before our wondering eyes.

It is in these moments we are at what we see as the veritable heights of humanity.

The pinnacle of delight in our own achievements…

And the most vulnerable- if we forget to acknowledge the Giver of these good things.

Beyond just a flippant throwaway grace over dinner. πŸ˜‰

Now, comfortable doesn’t have to be bad. Comfortable is something we each of us quite naturally crave.

In my special needs family, it can be extremely important on any given day! πŸ™‚

Yet, I don’t really think it’s the chief aim of the Christian life.

Because, when we’re overly comfortable, we as humans are prone to neglect gratitude.

Far too prone.

Abundance was a hallmark of my previous church existence. We all of us were expected to have it or thirst for it.

Abundance isn’t evil, of course.

Jesus did say, after all, He came to give us life and life more abundantly.

But, then, consider that the word “abundant” can have several interpretations.

Some temporal, as my old church clung to.

Some eternal-that which I now tend to believe Jesus was really referring to.

Abundance in the former defintion, again, is not necessarily wrong in of itself.

In fact, it can be amazing, but in it often comes the danger of falling into a dismaying forgetfulness.

Of the life prior to it, of the lives in the shadow of it, of the promise of abundant life to come.

Most of all, of the Lord who benevolently pours it all out.

We may start out with a hearty “Thank you, Jesus!” but, without taking care, that thankfulness tends to fade.

We begin thinking somehow we did it all, that something in our infinitesimal efforts is what caused these blessings to be.

Pride slips in, entitlement soon follows, and, sadly thereafter, enters in a sour dissatisfaction with the current level of abundance.

There comes in a stingy sort of fear that what we do have can be snatched, that only in anxious grasping as at an old blanket can we hold on to it.

That only in further chasing down can there be a return to the brief time on the mountain top.

We stumble through screaming for our rights, but we lose all sense of righteousness in the process.

When triumph comes, we tend to say, “Look at what I did!” with nary but a cursory glance at He who equips us.

But, when struggle comes in, when life looks a little less rosy?

Ah, then we recall Him! Typically, either to vent anger or to beg favors.

And, in all that fruitless scramble, we tragically miss the point of living for Christ altogether, reducing Him to a kind of slot machine we love when all is overflowing, but resent when our land isn’t so plentiful.

Oh, this should not be so, friends!

To cheapen this gracious gift of the Christian life to a lot of “what-about-me’s” just cheats our hearts and souls in the end.

Of the joy of the Lord that is born in the thick of the come what may.

Of the love of God that sees beyond the temporary trappings of this world to the eternal hope of heaven.

Of the blessed truth that sheds light on the struggling we might not otherwise notice in our state of abundance.

Points we really don’t want to miss in the midst of “having it all together”.

Prayers and blessings, dear friends! May we seek ever after gratitude for all He gives us, especially the gift of eternal life.

Above the Noise

These days there is so much clamoring for our attention, not the least of which is information.

There’s more social media sites, websites, newsfeeds, etcetera, etcetera than you can shake a smartphone at.

And all of it seems to make the claim through hollering headlines of either major breakthroughs or breaking news-or both.

Click over here. Instant answers. Click over there. Immediate blow-by-blow, complete with pictures.

Here a click. There a click. Everywhere a click-click. πŸ™„

So easy to get sucked right into these copious amounts of chatter.

And so much of it is either so dark and ugly or so shallow and insipid, it can leave you fearfully burrowing under the covers or sinking into an apathetic coma.

Neither position is terribly conducive to a productive walk with the Lord, to say the least!

So, what, in the end, is the solution to all this?

One cannot exist on a steady diet of either inane fluff or doom and gloom.

We cannot pretend there’s not bad in this world. If we ignore it altogether, we are neglecting to call out the truth or recognize areas sorely in need of prayer.

Neither can we become so bogged down with this evil that we only speak Chicken Little and stir others up with the notion there is nothing to look forward to but an inevitable crash on the noggin.

Let them know there’s judgment for unbelief in the end, to be sure, but, not at the expense of neglecting to share the living hope found in Christ.

Somewhere there must exist a balance.

Know the here and now truth-things are rough in this world, apt to get rougher. No doubt.

But-know the ultimate truth as well-Jesus is coming and things will be made right in Him. Hallelujah!

Go ahead, switch on the news of the day, good, bad, and ugly-for a limited time.

But, don’t forget to switch on the Good News of salvation in your heart to temper it! And never shut that off!

Suffice to say, there will always, always be a lot of nagging noise on this old spinning ball.

These days, it’s more accessible than ever.

But, when you keep your ears trained for His voice over all others, He can lift you above the noise.

Prayers and blessings, friends! May we learn to listen to His voice above the noise of this world.

The Stress, the Mess, and the Master Cleaner

Sometimes, my world looks like a massive rummage sale-not necessarily literally, but more in the sense of the sheer load of things to do stretched before me.

Bits of stuff piled here, an unwieldy stack over there, a chaos of discarded items blocking doorways and passageways and sitting places in my brain.

So many things to sort through, so little time…

Always thinking, always running, always feeling a tug someplace, somewhere…

Some of them not-so-fun but necessary, some good but extra, some unspoken expectations it is far too easy to allow to be placed upon me.

All that when crowded in my landscape can needless to say become a means of stress!

Sometimes, much stress.

Tempting to say even the occasional tip-over-into-panic type of stress.

In those times, I will scurry back and forth, back and forth, back and forth…

Then, something inside begins to cry out : Too many things, God. Too many things. Help. Too many things!

I can feel it wrap around me in a dizzying swirl, threatening to collapse me, and leave me smothered in this overwhelming mess of the mind.

And yet, there is One who is there, always there…

Reaching out a hand to still my fretful heart, listening to my desperate prayer for strength.

And answering with a whispered calm:

Come to me all who are heavy-laden. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light. Matthew 11:28-30

And when I begin to remember to rest in that, it’s incredible the ease that comes into my tense shoulders, the gathering peace in one foot in front of the other, and the suddenly less frantic rise to meet one task after the next.

There are still as many things, to be sure…

That part doesn’t often change, unless He shows me I ought to be either delegating or dismissing certain things altogether.

And sometimes, He does it that way.

But, more often, it’s like He takes all those scattered pieces of demands on my soul and lines them out aright again, showing me where my priorities ought to be.

How to organize the things He has placed in my palms, like a sweet Abba Father, guiding hand over hand.

And, in the sure and faithful grip of the Master Cleaner, this mental mess begins to fade away…

Blessings and prayers, dear friends. May we each remember to call on Him to help make our burdens easy and our yokes light.

With the Blinders Off

I promised this in a previous post. Prayerfully, I am plunging in to expand on my experience with the charismatic movement…

The first time I ever blogged something, even before my almost-but-not-really mommy blogger phase , I began writing with a mission.

I was fresh out of the charismatic movement I had spent so many years in, full of intense emotions, and determined to counsel others on the dangers therein.

Unfortunately, I don’t think I was terribly grounded yet in my newly found wisdom- nor the ways of the blogging world.

I really didn’t get readers. 😏

So, needless to say, that attempt didn’t last very long!

It would be quite some time, in fact, before I even broached the subject again. And when I did, it was much more tentative than my earlier attempts.

I was beginning to recognize how much of my earlier belief system needed unpacking and how much needed to be rebuilt.

And that takes time. Painstaking time. Coming out both barrels blasting as if I had the authority?

Not an option if I truly wanted an about-face from the past.

For so many things clung to me from my very first church experiences onward, things that permeated the very atmosphere.

Things that honestly left me angry when the truth fully dawned on me.

Things I was not ready to talk about with any measure for quite a while.

But, now that the initial anger I left my old church with has long since faded, I feel I can delve into this. I may still tread on some toes, but I know in my heart there’s no malice in my words- just deep-seated sorrow.

I hope I can convey that somehow here, even with the hard things that must be said.

So, what are these things I speak of?

Well, there are several, so I will begin by highlighting what stood out to me from the various erroneous teachings and just plain oddities I encountered over the years:

1. If you aren’t “falling out in the Spirit” (allowing someone to pray over you till you fall flat on the floor, presumably in a state of euphoria) and babbling together in strange tongues, you are missing out on the “better” part of the Spirit.

This part of the Spirit, according to their teaching, is a special, separate anointing that all Christians should and can have, if only we want it enough.

2. There was also the “name it and claim it” philosophy running rampant- that which says the more you give monetarily, the more you get monetarily, that Christians ought all be financially rich, or something is wrong in their walk, that what you declare in His name can automatically be.

3. There is an almost superstition to keeping every word spoken on the positive. To make sure we are “speaking only good over ourselves”. As if admittance of a struggle automatically causes even more struggle to dump over our heads.

4. Those who were not inclined to gyrate in the Spirit during music were subtly shamed for our “lack of fervor”.

Singing the same phrase countless times, almost chant-like, was supposed to somehow generate more of the Spirit in our midst.

5. We were to hunger for physical signs- angel feathers, gold dust, supernatural healing. Heaven was supposed to meet earth and become an everyday occurence, effectively eliminating reverence.

6. Sermons were there, but wandered over the same few passages that could be bent to human will in the guise of “seeking the Spirit”.

Seldom was salvation discussed or altar calls offered, at least not to lead anyone to Christ.

Altar calls usually involved looking for a prophetic word or the aforementioned “falling out”.

Some would have what they called “carpet time” for hours while their children anxiously waited in the nursery-unless it was a day someone had a notion to troop out the young ones for their “training in the Lord”, that is.

6. Guest speakers were brought in by the droves, some with mystical music to accompany them, some who claimed prophetic giftings, others whose moral failings and extrabiblical leanings were continually excused by grace and the words “fresh revelation”.

This last is what finally broke within me, caused me to stop punishing myself for not being “enough”, and stirred my heart to leave.

I had begun to read the Bible with new eyes that saw what it said versus what it could be bent to say.

I saw that nothing in scripture advocated much of what we did Sunday to Sunday.

So…I saw the writing on the wall.

I knew I couldn’t remain in a place where I could not respect what my leadership embraced, nor what they turned a blind eye to.

So much of it could be summed up to that. Spiritual blindness.

For, that by itself can easily account for buying into a pack of lies that simultaneously claims freedom from the rituals of traditional church and piles on a whole new set of them.

And, as stated, there was a time I was furious for the years this belief system robbed me of.

But, now… it’s more like heavy heartache.

Because I don’t know how many of those people I spent so many years with are really, actually saved.

I want to think some believe in the truth of trusting Christ alone for salvation, but there were so many crowded ideas and conjuring up of “a movement of God”, I cannot honestly say I could see the fruit.

It’s not that they never did good. Their food and clothing ministry thrived. The downtrodden felt like they were embraced.

But the confusing spiritual mix they served up in addition clouded the rest.

And, walking around with that knowledge, yet unable to persuade anyone in that old life of what I feel God revealed to me, is hard.

Unspeakably hard. Especially when some are beloved family.

I pray but I also keep my distance now, honestly. There’s no listening ears there at this point, and definitely no going back for me.

I now exercise extreme caution, testing teachings Berean-style to scripture, and sitting under a pastor that is very much Bible-based, to the point of directing us to test what he says to scripture.

I’m finding the simple clarity of salvation in Christ alone is a life-giving antidote to years of burdensome clutter.

And, slowly, I am finding my feet in sharing this. I am surer now than ever of where I stand:

On Christ alone.

To any who are unsure of the charismatic movement, I pray you test what is said against the Word of God and the Word of God alone. Thanks for reading and God bless!

Be Excited, Be Still

Audio Adrenaline had a great tune way back when I was just graduating high school called “Man of God”. The lyrics were completely stripped of any sort of pretension, appealing to that starkly honest side of me.

The song as a whole is wonderful. So much to say about remaining humble and bound by grace. Highly recommend it. ☺

But there’s a particular small snippet of it that resonates with me to this day:

Sometimes, I don’t feel good. It’s hard to start the day.

It’s hard to climb the obstacles that sometimes come my way.

If I make it, I’m a good man.

Am I a bad man if I fail?

Yeah, I know… a really positive section, right? 😏 Why would I leave off there, of all places?

Not exactly uplifting, to be sure- that part comes in the chorus-but I highlight this piece for a couple of reasons today:

1. I feel the Lord told me to. And, well, obedience to Him should be a given, right?

2. It’s exactly where I am at many a morning. And I venture to guess I am not alone in that less- than-enthused/pain-free rise to greet the day. 😏

You see, I long to be excited in the Lord at the opening of my day. My body and my brain are often a bit more sluggish, however. The question is one I ask a lot, too-

Am I bad if I fail?

But, rather than hold that in as if the doubts and the draggy feet don’t exist, I find just being open with it all gives me untold strength.

For there is surprising power in the truthfulness of our struggle.

As long as we don’t just sink down and stay there!

Psalm 46:10-11 AMP says:

Be still and know (recognize, understand) that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations! I will be exalted in the earth!

The Lord of Hosts is with us; The God of Jacob is our stronghold (our refuge, our tower).

That is one amazing declaration right there!

The Lord of Hosts is with us.

With us.

Puny little, joint-crackling, bedheaded, grumbling us. 😊

Our stronghold. Our refuge.

All He asks of us is to be still and know it.

Now, be excited because of it, yes!

But, not a phony, put-on-a-happy-face, grit-your-teeth-privately sort of excitement.

That is just a recipe for a crash-and-burn.

Rather, it’s an in-spite-of-it-all joy from these tired bones that simply spills over wherever you are.

That rubber-meets-the-road, genuine faith is what the world needs to see, more than anything.

Because that tested and tried comes of knowing Him. Really knowing Him.

And the stillness?

That’s not about being inert, huddled down in your pillows, giving yourself permission not to greet the day period.

God doesn’t pat your head and then just let you bury it.

Nope.

Rather, that stillness is the peace found in residing in the tower of God, recognizing that, yes, we cannot do it in our own pitiful strength.

That we need to take it all to Him.

Doubts, draggy feet and all.

Desperately.

And then, trusting Him to do what He will with it all.

Staying in that level of truthfulness is what lends to us the ability to scale one obstacle after the next.

And, best of all, the chance to direct the downtrodden to the Source. ☺

Prayers and blessings, dear friends. May we take it all, both the good and not-so-good, to The Lord of Hosts, every day.

Humanity and the Incessant Quest for Position

Ever since Cain grabbed that rock and crushed the life out of Abel with it…no, I must go further back…Ever since the forbidden fruit was eaten by their mom and pop, we humans have sought after one thing:

Absolute control.

To be the top dog, main man, head of the pack, etcetera, etcetera…

For, what was it really about but that?

What was and is satan’s motivation in the lie that we can become like God?

He certainly wasn’t and never is concerned with actually equipping us with diddly squat.

No…his ambition was and always has been to try to best the Creator of the universe.

And being the author of such grandiose plans and outrageous ruthlessness, he doesn’t care one whit about who he uses to try to further those aims.

Never has.

So, he disingenuously dangled the prospect of power before humanity- but not without polishing it up with enough appeal to dazzle the eye away from the truth just long enough to get us to the point of no return.

And sadly, what was unleashed that day has infected the entire world.

From brother to brother, tribe to tribe, civilization to civilization, leader to leader, the human thirst to be the most important has caused indescribable havoc to this earth.

From the moment our relationship with God and to each other was first skewed, the hounds of hell have been on us.

And we still witness the effects today.

From boardroom dealings to political positioning, from Hollywood posturing to-dare I say it?-church committee bickering, we see it.

Right down to the family dynamic that willfully looks out for self above each other.

We all crave that feeling of being in charge, one way or another.

But, lest we get downhearted, there is yet an answer to it all.

For He is our Creator and our God, and, as such, He knew the chaos to come from the foolish decision in Eden.

So, He provided the way through His son.

His triumph on the cross would be our triumph.

The real kind, that has no truck with the temporal idea of our domination in this world.

But, rather, its chief concern is with our freedom from all the everlasting jockeying for position.

Because, in Jesus, our position is ever secure!

We have only to surrender our dirty, power-hungry hearts over to Him.

And, trust that, though this world grows ever darker and madder in its empty pursuits of subjugation, the Lord has it all in hand.

Has always had it all in hand.

And never lets us go. ☺️

Blessings and prayers to you, friends. May we learn the true strength that comes of relinquishing all to God.