Asking For Help

Asking For Help

I spent that weekend in the hospital, a new level of low for me. Hospital time frightened me, but I had asked for help and this was what help looked like, so I took it.  I needed that weekend, but good counseling was still hard to find – I made two tries that ended in dismal failure.

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Thanks to FaithWriters for publishing this devotional today

Thanks to FaithWriters for publishing this devotional today

Inspired by Rev 7:9-12

Lessons From a Fly – by Abby Kelly

“And your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying, ‘This is the way, walk in it,’ when you turn to the right or when you turn to the left.” Isaiah 30:21

I knew how he felt, poor little fly. I watched him relentlessly pound his head against the window pane of the two-sided porch where I sat for my quiet time. Desperately, he tried again and again to reach the open air, to be where he belonged, to fulfill his tiny, insect purpose. Even when I tried to convince him to turn around toward the open side of the portico, he stubbornly refused, bent on doing it his own way.

How like myself, I thought. So many times I have prayed and asked God to reveal His plans for my life. Then, with the best of intentions, I set off to do things my way. Full speed ahead, forgetting God’s commandment to wait on Him. I can see where I want to be and what I want to accomplish, but for some reason, I can’t get there. Failure dogs my efforts and my energy is quickly sapped. Like the fly after so many hours, I fall limp and discouraged on the floor.

God promises that He has a future for me, a hopeful future, but I will never achieve it or find peace as long as I am determined to do things my own way. But, when I learn to wait on the Lord and listen to His voice, He will renew my strength. Then, I will obey and follow Him into the wide and hopeful future He has for me.

Guest Post at Haven Journal

Guest Post at Haven Journal

He pressed his thumb into the hollow of her cheek, then bent low to kiss her, exhaling life-breath into her lungs. As she stirred and reached a baby soft hand toward His face, He stood back to gauge His work.

“So good,” He murmured. “She’s exquisite.”

He smiled, proud of His own masterpiece. I’ve been doing this for generations, He thought. In fact, thousands and thousands of years and yet, I’ve never made one like her before.

And You Thought You Knew Ps. 139

And You Thought You Knew Ps. 139

My mere existence meant I was loved. Before anything happened to me or I did something (or failed to do something) there was me, and there was Love. I heard the echo of John, reminding us how God loved us first. Once again, love preceding any action on my part, a love that arrived at my doorstep before salvation or baptism or repentance.

Partial repost from She Loves Magazine. Please, Please, Please go read the rest of the post by: Kelley Nikondeha