Sunday, September 30, 2012
Baptism: A Testimony of God's Power
My church had a baptism service this evening. I always come away so encouraged by God's work of transformation in different lives as they share their testimonies.
This time I watched two my my jr. camp girls get baptized. A 6-year old. A mother of a 16-year old. High school students. No one is out of God's reach!
Sometimes I hear about people who professed Christianity but walked away from God. Or even Christians who are making foolish decisions...My heart wants to break and I feel discouraged. Heaven looks amazing, with its perfection and holiness!
But baptisms are refeshing. They remind me that the same power the draws a heart initially to Christ is the same power that works after salvation unto sanctification.
God is still God, and He is not limited to time. His power never ends or weakens. I've prayed for many people's salvation since I was a little girl, and I'm still praying. I'm praying for people who professed salvation but don't show the fruit.
The wait is hard, and God does not guarantee us the answers we pray for--I know people have passed away without accepting the salvation I'd prayed they would understand. I've watched people make years of foolish decisions. And yet, as long as there is life, there is hope, and I am reminded to keep praying and leave the results in God's hands!
Monday, September 24, 2012
Resting in the Gospel
Sometimes life bleeds.
Sometimes it overwhelms as {seemingly} a million things happen at once.
These past few weeks, I've contemplated over and over what the Gospel means...
Hope.
It means I have a shelter in the refuge of God's wings, no matter how dark and stormy.
I've been noticing the contrast in songs and Scripture, lately...
Behind the not-so-good is light, peace, hope. Because God is there.
And perhaps...in those things is when and where I can best see Him.
Sometimes it overwhelms as {seemingly} a million things happen at once.
These past few weeks, I've contemplated over and over what the Gospel means...
Security.
Peace.
Hope.
Purpose.
It means I have a shelter in the refuge of God's wings, no matter how dark and stormy.
I've been noticing the contrast in songs and Scripture, lately...
Dark vs. Light.
Storm vs. Peace.
Despair vs. Hope.
Behind the not-so-good is light, peace, hope. Because God is there.
And perhaps...in those things is when and where I can best see Him.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Labor Day Weekend: 4pm
With a little background music...
a tie-dyed apron compliments of jr. camp :) ...
newly discovered pinterest recipes...
* Peanut Butter-Chocolate Fudge
* Hot Fudge Sauce
* Salted Caramel Sauce
* Homemade Ice Cream
{not all were pinterest recipes by the way,
in case you go searching for them ;) }
No pictures of the end results...
be assured they were enjoyed. :)
Monday, September 10, 2012
What the Gospel Means
The Gospel of Jesus Christ means a great many things. I've been dwelling on this particular thread of thought, especially in relation to blog posts, for the past few weeks. What does the Gospel mean to you? How is it manifested in your life?
Because...the Gospel should be my life. Jesus gave all for me...therefore, I am not my own.
Time, money, energy, pursuits, ministry, relationships, thought, actions, words--everything I am and have owes so much to the One who saved me.
The original context of this passage is very specific, but it stands true of all of life.
Because...the Gospel should be my life. Jesus gave all for me...therefore, I am not my own.
Time, money, energy, pursuits, ministry, relationships, thought, actions, words--everything I am and have owes so much to the One who saved me.
The original context of this passage is very specific, but it stands true of all of life.
"Or do you not know that your body is a
temple of the Holy Spirit within you,
whom you have from God?
You are not your own,
for you were
for you were
bought with a price.
So glorify God in your body."
{I Corinthians 6:19-20}
Too often I act like I am my own. May I daily remind myself that I am not!
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Etched on my mind...
As I was running errands this morning, I had my "So High the Price" CD playing. I was singing along to one of my favorites, "The Look," when I had to stop and catch my breath. I know I've quoted part of this song on my blog before...but I looked at it anew this morning.
...With pleasing grief and mournful joy
my spirit now is filled,
That I should such a life destroy,
yet live by Him I killed.
Forever etched upon my mind
is the look of Him who died,
The Lamb I crucified...
{"The Look" by John Newton and Bob Kauflin}
No, the cross is not etched upon my mind.
But I want it to be.
How about you?
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