Peace for the Day

Devotions for our daily angst.


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Love Lessons

I’m skewered by texts. The family issues first mentioned in my blog titled Focus continue. I do what I always do, what I’ve always done – I grieve and talk to the Lord.

Me: I’m wounded, Lord. This situation really hurts. (Is there anything in the Bible about being wounded I ask myself. When I see the first verse that pops up, I smack myself in the forehead. Duh.)

Jesus: Take heart. I was wounded so you can be free. The Romans lashed my body so all could be healed. When they crushed the crown of thorns down on my head, it was for your peace of mind. I long for everyone to be whole. (Isaiah 53:5)

Me: Yes, but it’s someone I love. Someone close to me. Someone I trusted.

Jesus: I know. I get it. It was my close friend, remember? Someone I trusted, who ate my bread, who walked with me, who laughed and talked with me, who lifted up his heel against me. It’s hard, isn’t it? (Psalm 41:9)

Me: But, Lord, what’s being said isn’t true.

Jesus: Think about my trial when I was brought before Pilate. Many people talked about me. They lied. Finally, two men were found who declared, “This man said, ‘I am able to destroy the Temple of God and rebuild it in three days.’” They twisted my words. (Matthew 26.61)

Me: So what am I supposed to do? Should I defend myself? No one will listen anyway.

Jesus: Remember when I stood before Pilate? When the leaders brought accusations against me in front of him, I chose to remain silent. He even asked me, “Don’t you hear what they’re saying?” Pilate was surprised when I said nothing. (Matthew 27.14)

Me: I don’t know how you stood there, silent. I wanted you to tell them off just like I want to be catty and snarky right back, to tell my side of things.

Jesus: Grace. My grace is sufficient. My lovingkindness and mercy are more than enough, always available, whatever the situation I’m here right beside you. All of you. (2 Corinthians 12:9)

Me: What do I do? What can I do?

Jesus: The most difficult thing of all and yet, the simplest. Love. Work at love. Lift patience and kindness. Practice contentment. Put others first. Forgive. Rejoice in truth. Be assured, my love for all of you will not fail.

Me: There’s not anything I may go through that you haven’t already experienced, is there?

Jesus: No, there isn’t. Hope, faith, and love. These three things remain, but the greatest of these is love.

Beloved, if God so loved us [in this incredible way], we also ought to love one another.

1 John 4:11 AMP

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Radically Alive

1…2…3…JUMP!Little Girl on Edge of Diving Board

“…the opposite of a nice girl is not just a good woman, but a downright dangerous woman.” “May we be women who acknowledge our power to change, and grow, and be radically alive for God.” Nice Girls Don’t Change the World by Lynne Hybels

 It started with a cassette landing in my lap. “Here, see what you can do. Write a play for these songs.”  With that challenge, and the Lord knows I thrive on a good challenge, I was given the incredible privilege of working with a talented musician to write, direct, produce, and perform a musical called One Week in Time. The entire experience absorbed me. I lived, thought, ate, and drank the production of that play. Back stage, as I listened to the audience react to the words, to the scenes, and to the songs, the cells in my body tingled. In that moment, I was fully alive doing the very thing God created me to do.  The play ended and life calmed down, but I’ve never forgotten that experience. I felt radically alive and on fire with the very knowledge of God and my place in His plan.

For a woman steeped in angst and sometimes paralyzed by fear, it’s much safer to be a good woman, a safe woman, a, well, boring, non-world changing, status quo woman. But that’s not who I want to be. I know inside of me there is a downright dangerous woman ready to risk all for the One who gave His all for me. I pray that in this season focused on resurrection this on fire, radically alive woman would arise from the ash heap of fear and live the life God planned for her.


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Prayer Seeds

Prayer Seeds 2    Spring is on the horizon and I’m ecstatic. Bring it on. Last night it stayed light until 6:05 pm. Woo hoo. It’s coming. All over the garden, the tips of fall-planted bulbs brave the cold and push their way out of the hard ground. On the side of the house, where they’re more sheltered, the daffodils even have flower heads forming.

I don’t have to excavate the bulbs or dig around them to see with my eyes what is occurring under the surface. Years of experience has taught me, if the squirrels and chipmunks don’t eat them, the bulbs are doing their thing underground – eating, growing, and getting ready for their grand entrance. Yeah, baby.

My head knows all this. My heart – not so much. When I plant prayers, I pay little attention to what I’ve learned from nature. Nope. I dig those prayers right back up. I can’t let them be. I mess around in the dirt with a little shovel here and a scrape with a trowel there. I’m desperate to see with my eyes what is happening in the spiritual realm where prayers grow.

It’s a fact of life that unearthed bulbs don’t grow and neither do dug up prayers. Oh, that I would learn this lesson and leave my prayer seeds be, at God’s feet, where He can nurture them. One day, they’ll poke their heads above the surface and I’ll see the results or, if not, I will still believe and cling to and trust that He who promised is able.

Spring is on the horizon and I’m ecstatic. Bring it on. Last night it stayed light until 6:05 pm. Woo hoo. It’s coming. All over the garden, the tips of fall-planted bulbs brave the cold and push their way out of the hard ground. On the side of the house, where they’re more sheltered, the daffodils even have flower heads forming.

I don’t have to excavate the bulbs or dig around them to see with my eyes what is occurring under the surface. Years of experience has taught me, if the squirrels and chipmunks don’t eat them, the bulbs are doing their thing underground – eating, growing, and getting ready for their grand entrance. Yeah, baby.

My head knows all this. My heart – not so much. When I plant prayers, I pay little attention to what I’ve learned from nature. Nope. I dig those prayers right back up. I can’t let them be. I mess around in the dirt with a little shovel here and a scrape with a trowel there. I’m desperate to see with my eyes what is happening in the spiritual realm where prayers grow.

It’s a fact of life that unearthed bulbs don’t grow and neither do dug up prayers. Oh, that I would learn this lesson and leave my prayer seeds be, at God’s feet, where He can nurture them. One day, they’ll poke their heads above the surface and I’ll see the results or, if not, I will still believe and cling to and trust that He who promised is able.  Amen – it shall be so.   Prayer Seeds 1