Six years ago, on April 11, 2011, my trust in I AM was put to the test. It wasn’t God who was tested, but me.
Six years ago I heard God’s spirit speak to my heart, “Do you trust Me”. I had no idea that after my brain surgery I’d wake up … know my husband and children … and have a productive life. I didn’t even know if I’d wake up at all.
If you’ve followed me for any time at all, you’ve read posts I’ve offered from author (and good friend) Lori Roeleveld. In her latest blog, she challenges the reader to look around them and see all the opportunities they have to excel at being the best Christian they can be. All this, as done in true Roeleveld style, without piling on shame. This post will bless you as well as move your heart.
Brain injuries and bad tempers seem to go together. After my brain surgery, I had little tolerance for others if their opinions or actions differed from what I thought was appropriate. I thank God for the grace others offered me. They assured me that they knew how I had acted before the doctors found my brain tumor. They trusted the sweet Robin would eventually return. Continue reading →
The Lord said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.” Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. 1 Kings 19:11 – 12
Elijah—a powerhouse for God—experienced one of the greatest stories of the Old Testament. He was invited to see God. But he had to experience destruction before he heard God’s voice.
Isn’t that how Life turns for us? When life’s winds and storms fill our world, we call out to see the power of God. Somewhere in our heart we hope He’s greater than our current storm.
Friday and Saturday were glorious this past week. The sun was bright, yet the air had a cool bite to it in the early hours. Lew and I celebrated our anniversary by peddling different rail trails in Pennsylvania and Maryland. Not only celebrate the day but to look back over the years of our marriage to see remember how we’d been blessed.
And blessings surrounded our lives.
Meeting on-line and living so far apart—while it seemed a challenge—had been a great blessing. We used the time to get to know each other slowly, with purpose in mind. Many times we’d tell friends, “If we wanted to take someone to dinner and a movie, we’d stay closer to home. Instead, we want to see what God has in store for us.”
In an incredible oversimplication, I am going to make a statement, “There are two types of nonchristians.” They are:
1. Those that believe that christians are really screwed up. They are wrong.
2. Those that believe that christians are perfect people. They are wrong.
They are both wrong, but they can not both be right. (This sounds a little like “who is on first” if you know that joke).
Ok. First, those that believe Christians are really screwed up. Yes! Christians are so messed up, they realize that they need Jesus. That is the definition of a Christian: A sinner that seeks Jesus for forgiveness. I, myself, claim how messed up Christians are constantly in my writings. But these are the people that conclude: christianity is not true because Christians sin. They walk away from the church because they are a bunch of hypocrites or because their christian uncle was…