Doing all three for Jesus.
Can you imagine being one of the writers of the Bible? Genesis and creation? How incredible would it be to be given the task of writing how the world began—from the One who created it? Or what about Revelation? There sits John, in the spirit, exiled on Patmos, being given a vision by God and told to record it for the churches in Asia (and for us) to read. I am an extrememly visual person, and this picture just blows me away!
I will never have my name listed as an author of the Bible, and the words I write now are not going to be world changing. Afterall, only the Bible can claim that spot. However, I can write to encourage others to follow Him. I have a dream of one day writing VBS curriulum (I wrote one years ago and it was so much fun!) and good womens bible study books. Maybe one day God will give me that opportunity, but until then I can rejoice in the things that He has already written. I can look to His Word and use it to grow in Christ, find His plan, and gain wisdom from above.
John 20: 30-31 “And many other signs truly did Jesus in the presence of his disciples, which are not written in this book: But these are written, that ye might believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God; and that believing ye might have life through his name.”
Romans 15: 4 “For whatsoever things were written aforetime were written for our learning, that we through patience and comfort of the scriptures might have hope.”
Something I find myself often telling my kids as they get older is, “Remember Whose you are!” I am not sure when or why this started, but it is something that has stuck. Then, one day, I was telling myself the same thing. I was going up against a hard person and situation, and I did not want to respond in the flesh. I wanted to respond with the wisom from above and be a sower of peace, but I knew the flesh would fight against me. My temptation would be to forget I am a new man and that I now live in the Spirit. I might, in the heat of the moment, forget the Spirit is willing and the flesh is weak, even though it feels so strong. Do you ever feel this way? When I get embarrassed, get bad news, get my feelings hurt, or just simply don’t understand what is going on around me, I sometimes forget this world is not my home. It can be easy to forget I serve a risen Saviour who has already overcome the world, and that with His grace, I can respond in peace, be quick to listen, slow to hear, and slow to anger. It is not easy!!! But, I have found that remembering Whose I am, can sometimes be all I need to do.
Philippians 3: 12-14 “Not as though I had already attained, either were already perfect: but I follow after, if that I may apprehend that for which also I am apprehended of Christ Jesus. Brethren, I count not myself to have apprehended: but this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.”
My days are filled with noise and talking. From the time he was insy-tinsy, my first born has been a talker. This has not changed. At all. Seriously. My middle born wasa screamer and a crier. Right around the age of two, she learned sign language, which was a help. Now, she is more selective in her words (than her brother and sister), but when she gets started on a subject she is passionate about, she can go for a long time. She is more of a listener, though. My youngest was not a noisy baby, but she sure can talk now, and sometimes, getting in a word takes the skill of a ninja. Which I don’t possess, so I just listen. I am not complaining, because I am thankful for the one sided conversations. I learn a lot about their heart, thoughts, dreams, and goals. Which made me realize something about prayer. God doesn’t mind listening to me. Sometimes, I feel like all I do is talk and talk, and I wonder if He gets tired of hearing my voice saying the same thing over and over. He doesn’t though. My ears might hurt by the end of the day, but His don’t. He wants me to talk to Him and often. Actually, like all the time often. He doesn’t need me to talk in order for Him to know my heart, dreams, or thoughts, but I do. I have been astounded at what comes from my heart and then out of my mouth. And many times during prayer and listenting to myself, I have seen the true condition of my heart andwhat needs changing. He is faithful to just patiently listen.
Psalm 116: 1-2 “I love the LORD, because he hath heard my voice and my supplications. Because he hath inclined his ear unto me, therefore will I call upon him as long as I live.” ***The first time I heard this verse taught, I was caught up in this image of God bending down to hear me just like I would bend down to listen to my children tell me something. I have never forgotten that picture. It reminds me of just how loved I am, of how to listen to my children (or anyone for that matter), and of why I should listen intently and purposefully. When I listen with intention and purpose, it helps the other to know I care and to continue to talk to me. and I want my kids to talk to me!!! There is no doubt in my heart, God used this verse to help me grow in an area of parenting and being a wife that I was weak in before. Not that there are not times I want to cover my ears and seek an asylum of silence, but the listening is so much more important to me now.
Hi! My name is Rachael and I am a child of God. I was saved from sin and all its bondage at the age of 21.