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This guest from Christina Hubbard was exactly what my soul needed this morning. 

“Choose God like Mary did, in faith and praise, no matter the wait or unseen outcome. My life looks different than I imagined. So did Mary’s. While she probably longed for an ordinary Jewish life: a husband, seven kids, and nice Sabbath picnics, she didn’t quite get the life she planned. She got the Son of God. He happens to be all the world we’ll ever need.”

Enjoy the rest of Christina’s post on Kris Camealy’s blog. 

http://kriscamealy.com/god-chooses-you-ready-or-not/


When life is heavy and hard to take, go off by yourself. Enter the silence. Bow in prayer. Don’t ask questions: Wait for hope to appear. Don’t run from trouble. Take it full-face. The “worst” is never the worst. Why? Because the Master won’t ever walk out and fail to return. If he works severely, he also works tenderly. His stockpiles of loyal love are immense. He takes no pleasure in making life hard, in throwing roadblocks in the way. Lamentations 3:28-33

Yesterday Kris shared another guest post on her blog, and honestly I was not able to really sit and read it until this morning. And yet again, God’s timing is perfect. It. Always. Is. 

To be perfectly honest, today is a sad day for me. Never, in all the years of voting, have I left a poll barely able to restrain sobs. I could not hide the tears that rolled down my face as I made my way quickly to the car. I didn’t have to explain to the kind gentleman offering the “I voted” sticker why I refused it, I think he understood my tears. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not opposed to voting or stickers. Although, as a rule, I don’t like stickers on my clothes and I’m quite sure there’s a much better use of money than buying stickers. I’m sure I’m a disappointment to many with these words, but I just don’t buy into the idea that what I did today makes much of a difference. Maybe in the past it did, I hope so but I honestly don’t know. I’m sharing my heart here, so take it for what you will. It won’t be long before the losing side claims that the voting was corrupt or fixed or whatever. By no means is this all over at the end of the day. I am grateful to live here and ever so thankful for the freedoms we have, but quite aware we cannot take those for granted. Those freedoms are not guaranteed. I generally don’t let these things get me down, I know God is in charge and aware. I’m actually very excited to see what He has planned. I trust Him. I do not trust our system or the people in it. We know it’s not perfect, but it’s what we have. So, as a “good American”, I did my duty. And I’m just sad, so I let the sobs come thanking Him for such a way to release and heal. 

I came home and read what I had set aside for today and this passage from Lamentations hugs my heart. I also love how it is said in the NIV ’84:

Let him sit alone in silence, for the LORD has laid it on him. Let him bury his face in the dust-there may yet be hope. Let him offer his cheek to one who would strike him, and let him be filled with disgrace. For men are not cast off by the Lord forever. Though He brings grief, He will show compassion, so great is His unfailing love. For He does not willingly bring affliction or grief to the children of men.  Lamentations 3:28-33

My tears and frustration and doubt are welcome in the arms of God. He bends low and holds me close reminding me that He knows what He is doing and that my true freedom is in Christ which cannot be taken by anybody. He is so very present & working in the waiting of everything in this world. He cannot be removed and He is not defined by outcomes in this earthly realm. And I can add yet another entry in my eucharisteo journal – voting with tears in the 2016 Presidential Election. 


Yesterday, Mandy Lawrence-Hill shared her insights on what God does in the waiting. It’s a beautiful testament of our God. 

http://kriscamealy.com/the-gift-of-waiting/


Today is my oldest child’s birthday, she is 17 years old. It has been a very contemplative day for me. I’m generally a sentimental sap so I’m not too surprised. I’ve had moments of tears welling up for a few different reasons, but mostly my heart has landed on peace and the sweetness of our journey. I was 30 when I became pregnant for Riley. I found out the evening before we were to fly to Maryland for acupuncture for infertility. We waited for years to see that positive pregnancy test, and there it was. I still do not have words to describe what I felt or to describe Parker’s face when we saw that little plus sign. But I do think I have words to describe how God met me in the waiting…peace so unexplainable. 

It was not at first. I was 23 when we married and we decided right quick we were not going to prohibit a pregnancy in any way. Parker was 19 and did not want to start a family yet. He boldly proclaimed that he knew God was in charge of the creating babies business and wanted nothing to do with the side effects of commercial birth control. He was not worried one bit that God would make him a daddy one day earlier than what the Good Lord had planned. Father gave him great wisdom as my body could not handle hormone junk of any kind and there was much about birth control that we did not know then. I was amazed at his faith. And I was also convinced I would be having a baby very soon. Well, months turned into years, and Parker and God were now irritating me. A little Whitaker was not being created and my heart hurt and was anxious and angry. We eventually began the very beginning stages of infertility treatments, and it was not long before my body began reacting to the medications. I had to stop, and I finally surrended and told God He was just going to have to figure it out all by Himself! And it was then that a peace so unexplainable settled over me as if Father picked me up and said, “Thanks for recognizing that.” And He began to show me what needed to change in my life for my body to be healthy enough to support life. Of course, He could have fixed it all instantly, but we would not have had the journey together. He taught me so much during those years of waiting for our Riley Quin, and I experienced Him in some beautiful, albeit, painful ways. This was the beginning of my ‘learning to love waiting’ journey. Perhaps at another time, I will share more. 

I tell you that story to explain a little bit about why I felt so drawn to Kris Camealy’s book Come, Lord Jesus: the Weight of Waiting. For the past couple decades, God had been so present in my times of waiting that I knew if He was giving me opportunity to dig deeper into the subject, I was all in. I am so thankful He invited me and that I accepted.  It has opened up some wounds that need healing, has reinforced truth and encouraged me, and has connected me with others who share their beautiful words and stories.  Today, Mary Brack’s guest post is on Kris Camealy’s blog. 

In The Waiting

Enjoy! 

It has been such a pleasure being a part of the street team for Come, Lord Jesus: the Weight of Waiting and reading all of the different guest posts on Kris Camealy’s blog. Today Amanda Holland shares her words on waiting. I pray you are as encouraged as I am by these truths. 

Advent is a time of waiting. It’s a time to remember that God’s time isn’t our time, because His time is perfect. His plans and His gifts are worth the wait.

You can find the entire post at http://kriscamealy.com/worth-the-wait/

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I am so grateful for the opportunity to be on the street team for Come, Lord Jesus.  It has been a true blessing to have previewed the book and to have met so many incredible women.  I had no real idea what Father God was allowing me to step into last August, but I know it was immeasurably more than I could have asked for or imagined.

Today’s guest post is written by Leah Everson.  This quote captured my heart as I read her words.

In her Advent Devotional, Come, Lord Jesus: The Weight of Waiting, Kris Camealy helped me realize that the ache I feel is a longing for Jesus. For Christ’s return. I needed to be told it was ok to hope for Christ’s second coming. That it is good and right to desire for the time when wrongs will be righted. Tears will be wiped away. Death will be defeated.

I pray you are also blessed by her words.

How to Hope When We’re Far from Home

This quote from Come, Lord Jesus: the Weight of Waiting seeps right into my heart this Tuesday morning.  It often, sometimes daily, FEELS as if I’m still captive to my sin and brokenness.  It does today if I may be so transparent.  I scrolled through the quotes from this beautiful Advent book, and Jesus had me rest on this one.  Regardless of my feelings, I am not imprisoned by my sin or my brokenness.  I am captivated by the HOPE of Jesus – of His first coming as a babe in a crèche, of His promised return, and the reality that He walks this present day with me.  Not only does His hope seep deep in the brokenness of my physical body and heart, HE Himself penetrates and surrounds and goes before and brings up the rear.  And I am left to praise Him.

Everything about this guest post from Terri Conlin made my heart smile and sweet tears form. 

“That struggle to rearrange continues in us today. We may make room for Christ, but then so many things rush in to fill the space – shopping, wrapping, decorating, visiting, card writing and cooking. Not one of them is bad unless Jesus is never home.”

You can find the entire post at http://kriscamealy.com/well-babushka-ill-home-christmas/

It wasn’t until I was an adult that I began celebrating Advent. Parker & I were given an Advent wreath by a dear friend of ours when we began asking questions about the traditions of Advent. She also gave us paper placemats with several Christmas carols on them. And those placemats still come out each Sunday of Advent and we each choose a carol to sing as a family and take turns lighting our Advent candles. My heart could completely relate with Karen Sipp’s guest post on Kris Camealy’s blog today. I am ever so thankful that Jesus has taught us how to celebrate the “waiting” of Advent and given us beautiful traditions to share with our three loves including this lovely new book Come, Lord Jesus: the Weight of Waiting. 

I think you will enjoy Karen Sipp’s guest post. http://kriscamealy.com/baptist-girls-guide-advent-guest-post/

As I said in an earlier post, I will be sharing the guest posts on Kris Camealy’s blog. Today Emily Conrad shares her beautiful words. 

I entitled this post ‘Chosen’ because as I read Emily’s words, Father God impressed heavily on my heart (again) how very chosen I am by Him! He chose to create me, give me to my parents, and place me on this planet in October of 1969. One would think at 47 years old, this truth would not overwhelm me as it did this morning. I was reminded of these pictures that my husband copied from one of my mom’s albums years ago, so I found them to share with you. I’ve shared my favorites, and even these are difficult for me to put out here for all to see. You see, I was not happy with this gift from Parker. He knew I would not be, but he also knew that Father God was teaching me how very valuable I was to Him, for no other reason than simply existing. He made me, and He gave me His beauty. This is a hard truth to live when you have not believed it for a long time. I hated pictures of myself, and I’m still not super crazy about them. I am trying. I really am.  I was encouraged by these words this morning, and I’m going to guess that I am not the only one that has struggled with this. This is why I’m sharing this. I truly am not looking for affirmation from anyone. I do know beyond a shadow of a doubt the value I hold. And it is because Jesus has taught me this and keeps teaching and reminding me in so many ways each day. Of course, His word is enough, but He also uses the words of others such as Kris & Emily to reinforce all He is speaking over me. So please accept His words of truth over you and let them completely drown out the lies of the enemy if this is something you also struggle with. 

Here is an excerpt of Emily’s words:

“Into the dangerous or unconventional and into seasons of waiting, as Kris points out, and also, for many of us much of the time, into the ordinary. Because whatever else he has chosen us for, the Creator of this beautiful earth, of each person we love, of each detail we can taste or touch or hear or see or smell—and many we can’t—this Creator and Savior has chosen us for an everlasting relationship with Himself.”

http://kriscamealy.com/extraordinary-ordinary-life/

Enjoy Shelly Richardson’s guest post on Kris Camealy’s blog.

“She reminds me that God does not work within our time, that my waiting is not wasted. The man-made calendar? It is not chronological, it is God’s timing and His timing is always a gift.”

“The time God gives us in the waiting is a gift, whether or not it feels that way in the moment. He is not late in His coming. Come Lord Jesus: the Weight of Waiting p. 34”

You can find the entire post at http://kriscamealy.com/keep-believing/

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