The Living Word

 

I wouldn’t say I was surprised, but I would say I was amazed. In fact, I’m always amazed when it comes to the power of God’s Word. It’s one of the many reasons I continue to believe in its truth after a lifetime of trying to follow what it has to say.

Last week I finished leading a three-month study of my first book, A Faith of a Different Color: Honest Lessons on Trusting God in Real Life, with 15-18 other women. Although I have led this same study at two other churches, this latest timeframe was the first time I have led it at my current church.

The book is a practical look at how to trust some of God’s characteristics on a daily basis, and it grew out of a painful and difficult time in my own spiritual walk that lasted many years. The book is filled (some might say over-filled!) with Bible verses to look up and ponder in our quest to trust God fully, along with personal stories representing each aspect of God’s work in our lives.

So here’s the amazing part: the group of ladies in my latest study ranged from young mothers to middle-aged women to senior citizens – and included brand-new Christians, seasoned lifelong followers, and everything in between. And yet the overwhelming takeaway at the last meeting was that God had used his Word to speak directly into each person’s life through this study, meeting each woman exactly where she was at in this season of her life. And that’s what only God is able to do.

I have read a lot of really great books in my lifetime, and many have taught me important things about God. But if I read any of them over and over, they would lose their ability to hold my interest or change my life. Not so with God’s Word. Verses I might have read thirty years ago or more can take on new meaning in my present life as the Spirit of God does his work behind the scenes and in my heart.

I’ve been experiencing this my whole life, so I don’t know why I still am amazed. Maybe because this ability to enlighten can only come from God. And maybe because every time it happens I am encouraged and spurred on to continue to “work out” my walk of faith as God “works in” me for my growth and his glory (Philippians 2:12-13). I know I can trust him fully and rely on his Word completely to finish the good work that he began in me so long ago (Philippians 1:6). Amazing, but definitely true.

The Promise of Spring

 

It always happens this time of year. I don’t like hot weather, and I love Fall and the coziness of winter. But by March, I’m ready for some brightness and a little warmth. I even recently bought myself a small bouquet of flowers at the grocery store in order to bring a little touch of Spring into my house!

Where I live, we’ve had an especially cold winter compared to usual, so I think I’m even more anxious for spring to arrive than I usually am. But the past few days and the upcoming forecast are an indication that the seasons are colliding. We have had nearly every weather phenomenon occurring, nearly simultaneously, every single day. Spring is trying to come, but winter is fighting to stay. It makes me wish for the legendary perfection of Camelot, where it supposedly never rained until after sundown!

The collision of the seasons reminds me of the ups and downs and back and forth of human relationships. We are temporarily stuck in the imperfection of life on earth in a fallen world, where each of us fights for control and doesn’t always play nice with others. Just like the changing seasons, we sometimes experience overlapping emotions and disagreements leading to conflict and confrontations. And just like my longing for spring, I sometimes long for what the Garden of Eden must have been like in its perfect, harmonious state.

But I have Eden to look forward to again in the future, because this world is not my permanent home! And even though this earthly journey sometimes can seem long and extra cold like this winter, I can choose to look for joy and count my blessings and not dwell on the negatives that sometimes occur. The promise of spring is new life, and I can count on spring to show up eventually because it always does. And this promise of new life isn’t just for this world, but for the next as well.

Stories Matter

 

Most of the time in our culture, people who are in their nineties don’t get much recognition or respect. And most people at that age don’t contribute a lot to society anymore and aren’t considered to be very productive. But you haven’t met Barbara.

Every month or two at our church, there is a casual get-together for women where one person is asked ahead of time to share their story. I have heard many of these stories and also had the opportunity to share my own story a few months ago. But last night we had the rare privilege of listening to 91-year-old Barbara’s story.

Barbara is one of my friends, so I already had heard most of what she had to say. She has a lot of energy and joy, and she never fails to give God the glory for everything that has happened in her long life. But I was struck last night with how inspiring it is for the rest of us to hear about God’s faithfulness in Barbara’s life and how it encourages each of us to keep trusting God individually. It reminded me that our stories matter and that we need each other. Because that’s the way God designed us – to need him and to need each other.

No two people will share all of the same experiences, and we each have to walk the life of faith as individuals. But God knew that we couldn’t do it completely on our own, so he designed us to be In community with others to find the full expression of what faith is all about. Even one of the most solemn books of the Bible recognizes that “two are better than one” (Ecclesiastes 4:9-12). We all need encouragement and to be lifted up by others at times.

So don’t be afraid to share your own story with the people in your community, whoever they are. We never know who might need to be encouraged in any given moment and how our words might be used to inspire someone else. One thing I’m sure of: God is always faithful and will use us when we are willing to be used by him. Even as we age, and even if we live to be over ninety years old!