In preparing for a Bible study lesson on hatred, I began to think about the hatred that has infested this world we live in. Hatred comes in many different forms, wearing whatever mask we feel fits the situation. There is the hatred that one feels for another human being, be it because of a wrong that person has done to us or to someone else; be it because we don't approve of their lifestyle or we envy what they have. We hate because they don't share the same beliefs or the same religion. Some hate just because they don't like the way a person looks. But hatred in any form towards another person is wrong.
As I searched scripture for verses that referred to hate, hatred, hating, or even abhor, there was one common thread in all scripture I found, Love. Funny huh? Scripture associated with hate all had the common thread of love. Repeatedly, the Word tells us to Hate what is evil, but Love what is righteous. Does this mean that we are only to love those who are perfect and do no wrong and hate anyone who does something we feel is evil or against our beliefs? No, of course not! If that were the case, given that there are no perfect people, this would be a world without love. How sad would that be?
Jesus made it clear in Matthew 5:45 "You have heard it said, 'Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.' But I tell you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven."
Jesus tells us to Love not hate. As the old saying goes, "love the sinner hate the sin". We are not to ignore the "sin" of another or even excuse it, no, we are to hate the sin, but we are to Love the person and pray for their sin. That's not always easy, especially when the sin is against us, but we are called to love like Jesus, and irregardless of our sins against Him, He still loves us. No one can claim to love God and hate another person.
1 John 4:20 If anyone says, "I love God," yet hates his brother, he is a liar.
All hate however is not bad. We can hate injustice; we can hate evil acts; we can hate famine; we can hate war and unnecessary blood shed but we can't hate the perpetrators. I like to refer to that as "righteous hate".
Proverbs 13:5 The righteous hate what is false, but the wicked bring shame and disgrace.
Amos 5:15 Hate evil, love good; maintain justice in the courts.
Romans 12:9 Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good.
To choose love over hate isn't always easy because it means rising above ourselves and our feelings for the sake of another, but the act of loving is so much more rewarding than hating. The burden of carrying hate in your heart is heavy and will effect every aspect of your life, negatively. Choosing to love, is liberating and freeing, making life in general better and our reward in heaven greater.
I, for one, am grateful that I have a God who chooses to love instead of hate and because of that love chose to send His Son as a sacrifice to afford me forgiveness for the very things He abhors. If my God can love all men unconditionally, so then, as a believer in the One Most High, I must choose to love. Imagine what a world full of love for mankind and hate for sin would be like. I think they call that Heaven.
Until next time, I'm choosing to love instead of hate.
God Bless,
Cat
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Cat's Chat: Monster Under the Bed
Cat's Chat: Monster Under the Bed: "Tick...tick...tick...I watch the numbers on the clock change in the darkness of my room. I am acutely aware of every sound, my husband brea..."
Monster Under the Bed
Tick...tick...tick...I watch the numbers on the clock change in the darkness of my room. I am acutely aware of every sound, my husband breathing, the cat purring, the fan of the air conditioner cycling on and off, my eyes are heavy but sleep won't come. A felling of overwhelmning fear and anxiety invades my body and I feel like a small child waiting for the monster to come out from under my bed. My heart races, I can hear it thumping in my head and my insides seem to tremble like jello. I pray, "God, please give me peace. Take these fears from me so that I may rest." Tick...tick...tick...
That was my night. Such a contrast from the day I had had. My day started with an amazing Sunday worship. His story...my story...two men walking along a road on a journey from Jerusalem to a village called Emmaus, discussing how disillusioned they were with the events that had happened the previous three days. Jesus, whom they had come to believe was the Messiah, the one sent to redeem Israel, had been handed over to be beaten and crucified. Suddenly, their hope for a Savior, dashed as Jesus died and was placed in a tomb. And though the tomb was found empty on the third day and an angel of the Lord had said that Jesus was alive, these men still did not understand. As they recounted these events, Jesus himself joined them in there journey, yet they did not recognize Him.
My story...I sat and wept as I listened to this story, feeling fully convicted by the Holy Spirit. How many times in just this past week have I doubted? How many times had I failed to recognize Jesus walking right beside me? Times when I have lost hope, have become fearful, have seen the things that I have "pinned" my hope on begin to unravel right before my eyes, were the times I should have been pinning my hope on Jesus instead of doubting His presence. Okay, the Holy Spirit convicted me with that sermon, so I would have expected that to be enough, but He wasn't finished yet.
I encountered a stranger a few hours later and our general conversation, suddenly turned to this person telling me how they sometimes doubt that Jesus is real. Really???? God why would you send this person to me? A perfect stranger, to ask me about the very thing that I have been struggling with. I opened my mouth and the words, His words, poured forth. I heard the words, I felt the words, but I honestly had no control over the words. This stranger, looked at me with tears in his eyes as the Holy Spirit flowed through me to offer him encouragement, practical Biblical advice and assurance that he was not alone. After a hug from one struggling believer to another we returned to our tables at the class we were attending. Still reeling from what I had just experienced, the pastor began to speak on the next topic for discussion. Was the Holy Spirit finished? Nope! As the pastor began to speak, the very words that I had just spoken to this stranger were reiterated by the pastor. It took remarkable self-restraint to keep from turning around and looking at the stranger I had just spoken to. But the reality of it all is that the Holy Spirit wasn't just trying to get the attention of this stranger, the Holy Spirit was trying to get my attention and He was using every means possible.
Now, after being filled by the Holy Spirit, I find myself, even as I type this, in a tug of war. A war for my spirit, for my soul, between Satan and the Spirit of God. Satan is relentless and cunning. He wants to win and will stop at nothing to accomplish his dastardly deeds. Like a thief in the night, dressed in black, he creeps into my soul preying on my insecurities and fears and exploiting my weaknesses. He works the hardest when he fears the Holy Spirit is regaining ground he once inhabited. Doubt and fear...those were my weaknesses that the Holy Spirit extinquished in me yesterday, but as night fell and I awaited sleep, Satan slithered in and sparked that fire again. This time pouring gasoline on that spark. The fear and anxiety I felt last night was like nothing I have experienced. The intensity was so great that I felt myself plunging in an uncontrollable free fall from the high of the Holy Spirit to the depths of despair of Satan. My heart pounded out of control and at times I feared it would explode. My insides convulsed in fear and I felt like I was suffocating. I could almost smell the stench of the evil one. I've heard stories from people who have had very real encounters with Satan, but this was the first time and I pray the last time I have felt his evil presence.
I prayed and prayed for God to give me peace but the tug of war continued until the wee hours of this morning. Rentlentless, I tell you, Satan is relentless! Awake this morning before my alarm went off I grabbed the one source of wisdom, the Bible. First I searched for scripture regarding fear:
Proverbs 3:25, 26 Have no fear of sudden disaster or of the ruin that overtakes the wicked, for the Lord will be your confidence and will keep your foot from being snared.
Romans 8:15 For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by Him we cry, "Abba, Father."
Psalm 31:24 Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the Lord.
Then I searched overcoming Satan:
James 4:7-8 Submit yourselves, then to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Come near to God and he will come near to you.
Ephesians 6:10,11 ...be strong in the Lord and in His mighty power. Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes.
Finally, I searched for scripture for rescue. Scripture to give me the words to cry out to God when I feel I am being swallowed up and bound by Satan.
Psalm 69:14-18 Rescue me from the mire, do not let me sink; deliver me from those (Satan) who hate me, from the deep waters. Do not let the floodwaters engulf me or the depths swallow me up or the pit close its mouth over me. Answer me, O Lord, out of the goodness of Your love; in your great mercy turn to me. Do not hide your face from your servant; answer me quickly for I am in trouble. Come near and rescue me; redeem me because of my foes.
I wish I could end this story by telling you that my heart is light and my nerves are calm but I'd be lying. I still feel the tug of war raging within, but I continue the prayer of Psalm 69 and I am trusting the Lord to rescue me. I may be in the fiery furnace but I know that God is refining me. One thing I am sure of my God is stronger than Satan or any of his minions and He and He alone is my source of peace.
John 14:27 "Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let yours hearts be troubled and do not be afraid."
Be on guard, my friends, and take refuge in Christ Jesus.
Until next time,
God Bless,
Cat
That was my night. Such a contrast from the day I had had. My day started with an amazing Sunday worship. His story...my story...two men walking along a road on a journey from Jerusalem to a village called Emmaus, discussing how disillusioned they were with the events that had happened the previous three days. Jesus, whom they had come to believe was the Messiah, the one sent to redeem Israel, had been handed over to be beaten and crucified. Suddenly, their hope for a Savior, dashed as Jesus died and was placed in a tomb. And though the tomb was found empty on the third day and an angel of the Lord had said that Jesus was alive, these men still did not understand. As they recounted these events, Jesus himself joined them in there journey, yet they did not recognize Him.
My story...I sat and wept as I listened to this story, feeling fully convicted by the Holy Spirit. How many times in just this past week have I doubted? How many times had I failed to recognize Jesus walking right beside me? Times when I have lost hope, have become fearful, have seen the things that I have "pinned" my hope on begin to unravel right before my eyes, were the times I should have been pinning my hope on Jesus instead of doubting His presence. Okay, the Holy Spirit convicted me with that sermon, so I would have expected that to be enough, but He wasn't finished yet.
I encountered a stranger a few hours later and our general conversation, suddenly turned to this person telling me how they sometimes doubt that Jesus is real. Really???? God why would you send this person to me? A perfect stranger, to ask me about the very thing that I have been struggling with. I opened my mouth and the words, His words, poured forth. I heard the words, I felt the words, but I honestly had no control over the words. This stranger, looked at me with tears in his eyes as the Holy Spirit flowed through me to offer him encouragement, practical Biblical advice and assurance that he was not alone. After a hug from one struggling believer to another we returned to our tables at the class we were attending. Still reeling from what I had just experienced, the pastor began to speak on the next topic for discussion. Was the Holy Spirit finished? Nope! As the pastor began to speak, the very words that I had just spoken to this stranger were reiterated by the pastor. It took remarkable self-restraint to keep from turning around and looking at the stranger I had just spoken to. But the reality of it all is that the Holy Spirit wasn't just trying to get the attention of this stranger, the Holy Spirit was trying to get my attention and He was using every means possible.
Now, after being filled by the Holy Spirit, I find myself, even as I type this, in a tug of war. A war for my spirit, for my soul, between Satan and the Spirit of God. Satan is relentless and cunning. He wants to win and will stop at nothing to accomplish his dastardly deeds. Like a thief in the night, dressed in black, he creeps into my soul preying on my insecurities and fears and exploiting my weaknesses. He works the hardest when he fears the Holy Spirit is regaining ground he once inhabited. Doubt and fear...those were my weaknesses that the Holy Spirit extinquished in me yesterday, but as night fell and I awaited sleep, Satan slithered in and sparked that fire again. This time pouring gasoline on that spark. The fear and anxiety I felt last night was like nothing I have experienced. The intensity was so great that I felt myself plunging in an uncontrollable free fall from the high of the Holy Spirit to the depths of despair of Satan. My heart pounded out of control and at times I feared it would explode. My insides convulsed in fear and I felt like I was suffocating. I could almost smell the stench of the evil one. I've heard stories from people who have had very real encounters with Satan, but this was the first time and I pray the last time I have felt his evil presence.
I prayed and prayed for God to give me peace but the tug of war continued until the wee hours of this morning. Rentlentless, I tell you, Satan is relentless! Awake this morning before my alarm went off I grabbed the one source of wisdom, the Bible. First I searched for scripture regarding fear:
Proverbs 3:25, 26 Have no fear of sudden disaster or of the ruin that overtakes the wicked, for the Lord will be your confidence and will keep your foot from being snared.
Romans 8:15 For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by Him we cry, "Abba, Father."
Psalm 31:24 Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the Lord.
Then I searched overcoming Satan:
James 4:7-8 Submit yourselves, then to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Come near to God and he will come near to you.
Ephesians 6:10,11 ...be strong in the Lord and in His mighty power. Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes.
Finally, I searched for scripture for rescue. Scripture to give me the words to cry out to God when I feel I am being swallowed up and bound by Satan.
Psalm 69:14-18 Rescue me from the mire, do not let me sink; deliver me from those (Satan) who hate me, from the deep waters. Do not let the floodwaters engulf me or the depths swallow me up or the pit close its mouth over me. Answer me, O Lord, out of the goodness of Your love; in your great mercy turn to me. Do not hide your face from your servant; answer me quickly for I am in trouble. Come near and rescue me; redeem me because of my foes.
I wish I could end this story by telling you that my heart is light and my nerves are calm but I'd be lying. I still feel the tug of war raging within, but I continue the prayer of Psalm 69 and I am trusting the Lord to rescue me. I may be in the fiery furnace but I know that God is refining me. One thing I am sure of my God is stronger than Satan or any of his minions and He and He alone is my source of peace.
John 14:27 "Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let yours hearts be troubled and do not be afraid."
Be on guard, my friends, and take refuge in Christ Jesus.
Until next time,
God Bless,
Cat
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Shhh! Can you hear Him?
"Hello God! It's me Cat. Can you hear me?" So many times I have found myself being swallowed up in a cesspool of despair, sadness, fear, and loneliness and try as I may I just can't seem to find God anywhere. I pray, perhaps half heartedly because of what I am feeling and still I find no comfort; I don't feel God. Then, in desperation, I cry out in a loud, almost angry voice, "Are You there? Cause really God if you are I'm can't find you! You need to let me know you are there!"
Some might think that's a little crazy, yelling at God and if you witnessed some of my pleas, I probably look crazy too! But crazy as I may look or sound, God hears me and always makes His presence known. I have experienced the presence of God is so many different ways, some very loud and clear and others are but a whisper. One night not long ago, I was in the deepest grasp of Satan. (Yes, even the most devout Christians are suseptable to him) I was depressed, scared and at one point heard Satan tell me to drive into a tree, that no one would miss me. At that moment I recognized that Satan had ahold of me and knew that I had to do something. That night, I lay in bed physically sobbing and in my anguish I cried out to God. I cried myself to sleep that night and in a dream I was standing in a field with thousands of people, including my husband and on a cloud I saw the Lord. He was robed in white with a gold sash and was standing with His arms outstretched. I yelled to everyone around me that He was there but no one could see Him but me. He had let me know that He was with me. I awoke with all despair gone and a feeling of peace I hadn't felt in a while.
I wish I could say that every time I feel God's presence I see Him in all His glory but that's not always the case. Sometimes God is much more subtle. Yesterday was one of those instances where God's presence was but a whisper that was heard loud and clear. I was feeling insignificant and doutful; not sure where I fit in the grand scheme of things. I was trying to listen for God and prayed for His guidance and wisdom. Then came a text message from a sister in Christ that was a scripture that I needed to see. Then I received a visit from two very special people in my life and they brought me a gift that they said God had compelled them to do and told me how important our friendship was to them. As unworthy as I felt receiving that gift, it was not only something I had wanted but it was God's way of reminding me that while I may not feel important to myself, I am loved and important to Him and His people. Encouraging words from family members assuring me that I am on the path that God has layed out for me erased the doubt I felt with my walk. God whispered loudly and I am so grateful I heard.
Sometimes we need to be still and wait; sometimes we need to cry out but always we need to rely on Him for our needs, spiritually, physically and emotionally. Whether it is by a whisper or the message is loud and clear, know that when you call on Him, He is there.
"Be still and know that I am God." Psalm 46:10
The Lord your God is a merciful God; he will not abandon or destroy you or forget the covenant with your forefathers. Deuteronomy 4:31
Shhhh! Can you hear Him?
Until next time,
God bless,
Cat
Some might think that's a little crazy, yelling at God and if you witnessed some of my pleas, I probably look crazy too! But crazy as I may look or sound, God hears me and always makes His presence known. I have experienced the presence of God is so many different ways, some very loud and clear and others are but a whisper. One night not long ago, I was in the deepest grasp of Satan. (Yes, even the most devout Christians are suseptable to him) I was depressed, scared and at one point heard Satan tell me to drive into a tree, that no one would miss me. At that moment I recognized that Satan had ahold of me and knew that I had to do something. That night, I lay in bed physically sobbing and in my anguish I cried out to God. I cried myself to sleep that night and in a dream I was standing in a field with thousands of people, including my husband and on a cloud I saw the Lord. He was robed in white with a gold sash and was standing with His arms outstretched. I yelled to everyone around me that He was there but no one could see Him but me. He had let me know that He was with me. I awoke with all despair gone and a feeling of peace I hadn't felt in a while.
I wish I could say that every time I feel God's presence I see Him in all His glory but that's not always the case. Sometimes God is much more subtle. Yesterday was one of those instances where God's presence was but a whisper that was heard loud and clear. I was feeling insignificant and doutful; not sure where I fit in the grand scheme of things. I was trying to listen for God and prayed for His guidance and wisdom. Then came a text message from a sister in Christ that was a scripture that I needed to see. Then I received a visit from two very special people in my life and they brought me a gift that they said God had compelled them to do and told me how important our friendship was to them. As unworthy as I felt receiving that gift, it was not only something I had wanted but it was God's way of reminding me that while I may not feel important to myself, I am loved and important to Him and His people. Encouraging words from family members assuring me that I am on the path that God has layed out for me erased the doubt I felt with my walk. God whispered loudly and I am so grateful I heard.
Sometimes we need to be still and wait; sometimes we need to cry out but always we need to rely on Him for our needs, spiritually, physically and emotionally. Whether it is by a whisper or the message is loud and clear, know that when you call on Him, He is there.
"Be still and know that I am God." Psalm 46:10
The Lord your God is a merciful God; he will not abandon or destroy you or forget the covenant with your forefathers. Deuteronomy 4:31
Shhhh! Can you hear Him?
Until next time,
God bless,
Cat
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
The Rest is Still Unwritten
Today I find myself thinking about where my life is going. This is one of those days where I wonder to myself, "What's next for me?" ~ "What do I have left to offer?" ~ "Is my story finished or are there more chapters to be written?" Some may call this floundering; others may call it a pity party; I call it self-reflection.
Most of my life has been "scripted". I've always had a "purpose", something to fulfill. Since my marriage in 1988, I've been a wife, a mother, a career woman, and then a grandmother. After, the death of my mother in 1996, I left my career to be a stay at home Mom, doing daycare to help make ends meet and to be home with my young children. Once they were old enough, I returned to my career. Then came grandchildren and the decision was made to leave my job and watch those babies! No greater joy and that has been my purpose for the past soon to be 8 years. But now, as the I contemplate the impending school year, when both of my grandchildren will be in school full time, I find myself wondering what I'm going to do now.
I know that my story is written by the author of life, but somehow I can't seem to see the writing on the pages of the next chapter and this uncertainty has me freaking out a little. I'm a planner for the most part. I have a day planner with the days filled in, knowing what is coming and where I need to be, so to be so unsure of what God's plan is for me in unnerving. It has been very clear to me that tomorrow is not a given and that only God knows what is to come, but it can't hurt to plan for the future, however long it may be.
"I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11
Proverbs 16:3 tells me: "Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and your plans will succeed."
But what if I don't know what my plans are? Ahhhh Uncertainty!
I suppose this is one of those times when I need to let go and let God. When I can't be specific in my prayers, but instead just have to let Him know that I am struggling and need His guidance. Then patiently wait. (Not something I am good at!)
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will direct your paths." Proverbs 3:5-6
"I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you and watch over you," says the Lord. Psalm 32:8
I trust that my God will make my path clear. I know that whatever His purpose for me, however big or small, He will make it known. My God only wants what is good for me and pleasing to Him and so I give up to Him.
"Show me your ways, O Lord, teach me your paths; guide me in your truth and teach me for you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long." Psalm 25:4-5
Hoping, trusting, praying, waiting, and listening.
Until next time,
God bless
Cat
Most of my life has been "scripted". I've always had a "purpose", something to fulfill. Since my marriage in 1988, I've been a wife, a mother, a career woman, and then a grandmother. After, the death of my mother in 1996, I left my career to be a stay at home Mom, doing daycare to help make ends meet and to be home with my young children. Once they were old enough, I returned to my career. Then came grandchildren and the decision was made to leave my job and watch those babies! No greater joy and that has been my purpose for the past soon to be 8 years. But now, as the I contemplate the impending school year, when both of my grandchildren will be in school full time, I find myself wondering what I'm going to do now.
I know that my story is written by the author of life, but somehow I can't seem to see the writing on the pages of the next chapter and this uncertainty has me freaking out a little. I'm a planner for the most part. I have a day planner with the days filled in, knowing what is coming and where I need to be, so to be so unsure of what God's plan is for me in unnerving. It has been very clear to me that tomorrow is not a given and that only God knows what is to come, but it can't hurt to plan for the future, however long it may be.
"I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11
Proverbs 16:3 tells me: "Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and your plans will succeed."
But what if I don't know what my plans are? Ahhhh Uncertainty!
I suppose this is one of those times when I need to let go and let God. When I can't be specific in my prayers, but instead just have to let Him know that I am struggling and need His guidance. Then patiently wait. (Not something I am good at!)
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will direct your paths." Proverbs 3:5-6
"I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you and watch over you," says the Lord. Psalm 32:8
I trust that my God will make my path clear. I know that whatever His purpose for me, however big or small, He will make it known. My God only wants what is good for me and pleasing to Him and so I give up to Him.
"Show me your ways, O Lord, teach me your paths; guide me in your truth and teach me for you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long." Psalm 25:4-5
Hoping, trusting, praying, waiting, and listening.
Until next time,
God bless
Cat
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Filler Up!
There are days when any little thing goes through me like a hot knife through butter. My nerves are frazzled, my temper is short and things that would normally bring me joy seem to be a nuisance. Yesterday was one of those days for me and well quite honestly today is not looking much better. It would be really easy for me to find an excuse for this anxiety but the cold hard truth is that there is nothing or no one to blame but myself.
After being away for a week on vacation, I came home and found myself diving right in to busyness. Suddenly, I had the overwhelming feeling that I needed to be doing something. It didn't matter what it was, cleaning or emails, I just felt that I couldn't be still. My mind was moving so quickly that one thought couldn't have a chance to catch up with the last one and while I seemed to be accomplishing something, I felt like I was accomplishing nothing. Inevitably this always leads to anxiety.
Anxiety for me comes when I find myself ignoring the very thing that gives me the strength and perseverance to continue on--God's word. See in my "busyness", I neglect to take a moment and be still in the word of God. When I do this, I find my spiritual cup empty and then the door for Satan to enter, wide open. Anxiety and fear are not of God, but are from Satan and if he, Satan, can empty my spiritual cup and fill my life with busyness, he can keep my from the peace of God. I know this! I have experienced this over and over again, yet I still find myself getting sucked right in.
Ephesians 6:11-12 tell us: "Put on the full armor of God (His word) so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of the dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms."
Ephesians 6:16 "In addition...take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God."
If I or we, start our day with the Word of God, we are putting on the armor we or I need to thwart the flaming arrows of the evil one. Busyness, fear, anxiety, temptation, anger, and depression are all flaming arrows from Satan and when we, I put down our armor, the flames from those arrows can be consuming. Satan loves nothing more than to take our weaknesses and use then to his advantage. If we depend on the Word of God for our strength, Satan doesn't stand a chance!
"What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?" Romans 8:31
"The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge. He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold." Psalm 18:2
God will most certainly strengthen us, but we must allow Him. First, acknowlegde that only He is in control and fill your spiritual cup with the Word of God, then let Him direct your path.
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will direct your paths." Proverbs 3:5-6
As I was writing this, God made His presence known to me. My telephone rang and on the other line was one of my sisters in Christ. Her first words to me were, "Hey girlfriend, I'm just calling to see how you are doing today." God knows what my struggles are and once I give them up to Him, He knows just how to strengthen and reassure me that He is right there with me. All I need to do is ask.
"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:6-7
As for my spiritual cup....I say, "Filler up God!"
Wishing you the peace of God!
Until next time,
God Bless,
Cat
After being away for a week on vacation, I came home and found myself diving right in to busyness. Suddenly, I had the overwhelming feeling that I needed to be doing something. It didn't matter what it was, cleaning or emails, I just felt that I couldn't be still. My mind was moving so quickly that one thought couldn't have a chance to catch up with the last one and while I seemed to be accomplishing something, I felt like I was accomplishing nothing. Inevitably this always leads to anxiety.
Anxiety for me comes when I find myself ignoring the very thing that gives me the strength and perseverance to continue on--God's word. See in my "busyness", I neglect to take a moment and be still in the word of God. When I do this, I find my spiritual cup empty and then the door for Satan to enter, wide open. Anxiety and fear are not of God, but are from Satan and if he, Satan, can empty my spiritual cup and fill my life with busyness, he can keep my from the peace of God. I know this! I have experienced this over and over again, yet I still find myself getting sucked right in.
Ephesians 6:11-12 tell us: "Put on the full armor of God (His word) so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of the dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms."
Ephesians 6:16 "In addition...take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God."
If I or we, start our day with the Word of God, we are putting on the armor we or I need to thwart the flaming arrows of the evil one. Busyness, fear, anxiety, temptation, anger, and depression are all flaming arrows from Satan and when we, I put down our armor, the flames from those arrows can be consuming. Satan loves nothing more than to take our weaknesses and use then to his advantage. If we depend on the Word of God for our strength, Satan doesn't stand a chance!
"What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?" Romans 8:31
"The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge. He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold." Psalm 18:2
God will most certainly strengthen us, but we must allow Him. First, acknowlegde that only He is in control and fill your spiritual cup with the Word of God, then let Him direct your path.
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will direct your paths." Proverbs 3:5-6
As I was writing this, God made His presence known to me. My telephone rang and on the other line was one of my sisters in Christ. Her first words to me were, "Hey girlfriend, I'm just calling to see how you are doing today." God knows what my struggles are and once I give them up to Him, He knows just how to strengthen and reassure me that He is right there with me. All I need to do is ask.
"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:6-7
As for my spiritual cup....I say, "Filler up God!"
Wishing you the peace of God!
Until next time,
God Bless,
Cat
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Gone But Never Forgotten
Well, I just returned from a week long camping trip to Gettysburg. This was Gettysburgs Bike Week but we always extend our trip beyond the scheduled activities. I had the pleasure of sharing this week with 23 members of the Mountain Riders, our church motorcycle ministry. 16 Bikes roared the glory of God through Gettysburg Battlefield and beyond.
I am always filled with awe at the sacrafice made on this battlefield; the lives lost and the blood shed for the freedoms we have today and this Battlefield is a wonderful memorial for those who fought.
While we had a wonderful time of riding and fellowship with tons of laughs, our hearts were broken when we learned that one of our dear brothers in the Mountain Riders, Ed Rogers, had been in a severe motorcycle accident on Saturday afternoon and was in critical condition at Maryland Shock Trauma. Immediately, we gathered in prayer and selfishly asked God to put Ed back together but reluctantly conceded that it would be God's will whatever happened. Like worker bees we went to work notifying members of our group and doing what FAMILY does, offering support and love. Sadly, God decided He needed a biker angel and took our friend home to heaven on Monday afternoon.
Ed's smile was amazing and he always knew how to make you laugh. Ed knew the Lord and was always a humble servant. Although we know that Ed is riding a golden Harley on the streets of Heaven and that Jesus welcomed him with open arms, our loss is no less easier. We try to figure out why? Why would God take someone in such a senseless act? The questions can keep us running in circles with no answer to be found.
I know that God has predestined when we will leave this earthly life and that this body is only temporary. "We know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands." 2 Corinthians 5:1 But I still ask why? It still makes me angry that death would impose itself in such a vicicious way! Death in any circumstance is an unwanted intruder and I find myself almost confronting God with my questions. But instead of resenting my questions and turning a deaf ear to my cries, God welcomes them. Why? Because if I am crying out to him in my pain and anger, then I am communicating with Him. He can then turn my pain and suffering into strength and make His presence known.
Jesus promises, "Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted." Matthew 5:4
We mourn out of our selfishness and that is okay. It's okay to want to keep our friends and loved ones forever, but we are to mourn for only a little while, because in Christ Jesus, we will be alive with them again.
1 Corinthians 15:51-53 tells us: "Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed- in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed."
I cling to the promise God revealed to the apostle John who wrote the book of Revelation:
"I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, "Now the dwelling of God is with men and he will live with them. They will be His people, and God Hismself will be with them and He will be their God. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." Revelation 21:3-4
So friends, mourn for we must, but rejoice that God's promises to those who love Him are infalliable. We will cry when we say goodbye but will smile when we say, see you later.
Rest peacefully in the arms of your Lord, Ed. :o) see you later.
Until next time,
Cat
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I am always filled with awe at the sacrafice made on this battlefield; the lives lost and the blood shed for the freedoms we have today and this Battlefield is a wonderful memorial for those who fought.
While we had a wonderful time of riding and fellowship with tons of laughs, our hearts were broken when we learned that one of our dear brothers in the Mountain Riders, Ed Rogers, had been in a severe motorcycle accident on Saturday afternoon and was in critical condition at Maryland Shock Trauma. Immediately, we gathered in prayer and selfishly asked God to put Ed back together but reluctantly conceded that it would be God's will whatever happened. Like worker bees we went to work notifying members of our group and doing what FAMILY does, offering support and love. Sadly, God decided He needed a biker angel and took our friend home to heaven on Monday afternoon.
Ed's smile was amazing and he always knew how to make you laugh. Ed knew the Lord and was always a humble servant. Although we know that Ed is riding a golden Harley on the streets of Heaven and that Jesus welcomed him with open arms, our loss is no less easier. We try to figure out why? Why would God take someone in such a senseless act? The questions can keep us running in circles with no answer to be found.
I know that God has predestined when we will leave this earthly life and that this body is only temporary. "We know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands." 2 Corinthians 5:1 But I still ask why? It still makes me angry that death would impose itself in such a vicicious way! Death in any circumstance is an unwanted intruder and I find myself almost confronting God with my questions. But instead of resenting my questions and turning a deaf ear to my cries, God welcomes them. Why? Because if I am crying out to him in my pain and anger, then I am communicating with Him. He can then turn my pain and suffering into strength and make His presence known.
Jesus promises, "Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted." Matthew 5:4
We mourn out of our selfishness and that is okay. It's okay to want to keep our friends and loved ones forever, but we are to mourn for only a little while, because in Christ Jesus, we will be alive with them again.
1 Corinthians 15:51-53 tells us: "Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed- in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed."
I cling to the promise God revealed to the apostle John who wrote the book of Revelation:
"I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, "Now the dwelling of God is with men and he will live with them. They will be His people, and God Hismself will be with them and He will be their God. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." Revelation 21:3-4
So friends, mourn for we must, but rejoice that God's promises to those who love Him are infalliable. We will cry when we say goodbye but will smile when we say, see you later.
Rest peacefully in the arms of your Lord, Ed. :o) see you later.
Until next time,
Cat
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Enjoying HIs Beauty
My Fourth of July was not filled with burgers and dogs today, but instead was filled with the beauty of God's world. Today, I enjoyed the company of dear Christian friends, as well as my husband and oldest son, as we ventured through the countryside on our motorcycles. The day started with lunch, and I never tire of seeing the response of people when a group of "bikers" walk into a restaurant and then pray out loud. Some of the expressions on their faces are priceless. A once pensive mood becomes instantly relaxed. Makes me giggle inside. After fueling our bodies and praying for God's protection around us, we headed out on the open road. July in Maryland is notably hot and humid and today was no different. You find yourself anticipating shaded roadways to just to get a break from the heat! But today, while enjoying one more of the freedoms I have, the freedom of the open road, I found myself soaking in all of God's beauty.
As we passed Amish farms in Pennsylvania, the aroma of freshly fertilized fields permeated our nostrils. One of those things that make you say "pew www"! But, it is a wonderful reminder that God is working to nurture and grow the food that many of us will enjoy. Horses with their young, frolicked in the fields and goats and sheep grazed in open pastures. It brought a smile to my face as young Amish children on scooters, pushing with their bare feet as fast as they could go, smiled and waved as we roared by. The smell of honeysuckles filled the air in other areas we passed and that was a welcome time to take in a deep breath. Everywhere the eye fell we were given a glimpse of God's beauty.
In our stops along the way, because, well some of us are "older" and needed to rest our butts, the conversations and laughter were all reminders that we are a family, not all by blood, but by the Blood of the Lamb. Some of us have known each other for a while, but a few met for the first time today. It was evident that God had a hand in putting us all together through two common bonds, the love of motorcycles but most importantly the Love of God.
The day ended with my husband and I enjoy a nighttime swim while fireworks exploded overhead. And while reminiscing about the amazing day we had, a gentle rain began to fall. I like to believe they were tears of joy from heaven. Ahhhhhh....what a wonderful way to celebrate the 4th. Thank you God for this day.
Until next time,
God Bless,
Cat
As we passed Amish farms in Pennsylvania, the aroma of freshly fertilized fields permeated our nostrils. One of those things that make you say "pew www"! But, it is a wonderful reminder that God is working to nurture and grow the food that many of us will enjoy. Horses with their young, frolicked in the fields and goats and sheep grazed in open pastures. It brought a smile to my face as young Amish children on scooters, pushing with their bare feet as fast as they could go, smiled and waved as we roared by. The smell of honeysuckles filled the air in other areas we passed and that was a welcome time to take in a deep breath. Everywhere the eye fell we were given a glimpse of God's beauty.
In our stops along the way, because, well some of us are "older" and needed to rest our butts, the conversations and laughter were all reminders that we are a family, not all by blood, but by the Blood of the Lamb. Some of us have known each other for a while, but a few met for the first time today. It was evident that God had a hand in putting us all together through two common bonds, the love of motorcycles but most importantly the Love of God.
The day ended with my husband and I enjoy a nighttime swim while fireworks exploded overhead. And while reminiscing about the amazing day we had, a gentle rain began to fall. I like to believe they were tears of joy from heaven. Ahhhhhh....what a wonderful way to celebrate the 4th. Thank you God for this day.
Until next time,
God Bless,
Cat
Monday, July 4, 2011
Let Freedom Ring
Happy Independence Day everyone! I am sure that today across the United States of America, potato salad, hamburgers and hot dogs are going to be consumed in record amounts! Fireworks will light of the sky in celebration of the freedom we enjoy as Americans. To all of the service men and women who fight to afford us this freedom, I want to extend a heartfelt thank you.
As Americans, we enjoy so many freedoms, that countries across the globe do not. Freedom of speech, freedom of equality, and freedom of religion, just to name a few. As Americans who enjoy these freedoms, we also need to respect those freedoms, being sure not to bend or mold them into what we think they entail. The freedom of speech, while it gives us the right to express an opinion without persecution, (this blog for instance) we should not hide behind that freedom to attack another person. More and more we hear of people using the web and social networks to attack to individuals for their beliefs, their appearance, their sexuality or merely their "social status". That's not what was intended when we were given the freedom of speech. It does not give us the right to tear another down because we have decided not to exercise their freedoms.
It's not a secret that I am a Christian, and because of my right to religious freedom and the fact that America was founded on Christian beliefs, that I am choosing to exercise that right in what I am about to express. Jesus was the prime example of what it meant to be nondiscriminatory. He didn't care what social status a person held, what their job description was, or even if they were a man or a woman. It didn't matter to Him what skeletons were in their closets, what kind of life they led, or whether they were diseased or broken. No, He loved them and that's what He calls us to do. "Love one another as I have Loved YOU."
Loving another person does not mean loving them to make them change to our liking. Love is unconditional. Love is kind. Love is patient and Love is FREE. It is not our responsibility to change another person and I personally am thankful for that because what a tremendous responsibility that is. The only one capable of making that change is God Himself. All we are to do is love them and let God do the rest.
So, as we celebrate the freedoms we have been afforded, let us remember to exercise one of the greatest choices we have....the freedom to LOVE.
Until next time,
Cat
As Americans, we enjoy so many freedoms, that countries across the globe do not. Freedom of speech, freedom of equality, and freedom of religion, just to name a few. As Americans who enjoy these freedoms, we also need to respect those freedoms, being sure not to bend or mold them into what we think they entail. The freedom of speech, while it gives us the right to express an opinion without persecution, (this blog for instance) we should not hide behind that freedom to attack another person. More and more we hear of people using the web and social networks to attack to individuals for their beliefs, their appearance, their sexuality or merely their "social status". That's not what was intended when we were given the freedom of speech. It does not give us the right to tear another down because we have decided not to exercise their freedoms.
It's not a secret that I am a Christian, and because of my right to religious freedom and the fact that America was founded on Christian beliefs, that I am choosing to exercise that right in what I am about to express. Jesus was the prime example of what it meant to be nondiscriminatory. He didn't care what social status a person held, what their job description was, or even if they were a man or a woman. It didn't matter to Him what skeletons were in their closets, what kind of life they led, or whether they were diseased or broken. No, He loved them and that's what He calls us to do. "Love one another as I have Loved YOU."
Loving another person does not mean loving them to make them change to our liking. Love is unconditional. Love is kind. Love is patient and Love is FREE. It is not our responsibility to change another person and I personally am thankful for that because what a tremendous responsibility that is. The only one capable of making that change is God Himself. All we are to do is love them and let God do the rest.
So, as we celebrate the freedoms we have been afforded, let us remember to exercise one of the greatest choices we have....the freedom to LOVE.
Until next time,
Cat
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