I haven't blogged in a while. Let me tell you in case you ever doubted---Satan is alive and well, my friends. My family has been bombarded with his stupid antics lately, and it is has drained us, physically and emotionally.
I have been searching His word for encouragement on how to keep going, one step at a time. One minute, one hour, one day at a time. Beautiful verses have really helped me:
Psalm 27:14 Don’t be impatient. Wait for the Lord, and he will come and save you! Be brave, stouthearted, and courageous. Yes, wait and he will help you.
Daniel 3:28 Then Nebuchadnezzar said, “Blessed be the God of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, for he sent his angel to deliver his trusting servants when they defied the king’s commandment and were willing to die rather than serve or worship any god except their own.
Hebrews 11: 33
But God has also provided real-time "love moments" from which I am learning. Our sweet little granddaughter (11 months) is starting to walk and it is the sweetest thing ever to watch! She teeters and totters and giggles and wobbles and we all love cheering her on.
This week when Abbey (11 years) was helping her motor forward by holding Swayze's little hands while she walked, she would get faster and faster and she clearly felt so much more confident in her walking skills. But as soon as Abbey would let go of her hands, Swayze would lock her knees, put her arms up like she was riding a roller coaster, and fall straight back into Abbey's waiting arms, completely trusting she would be caught. Abbey would lift her up, get her started back in the right direction, and then quickly move in front of Swazye with a colorful ball as bait to help her power on to her goal. Some attempts were more successful than others, but Abbey kept patiently working with her.
Isn't that how we operate as well? Don't we run faster and stronger and more courageously when we know without a doubt God is holding our hands and we can feel it, and we can see the signs and miracles in tangible ways? And don't we, as faltering Christians, lose faith when we can't quite feel His touch any longer? Ugh, yes! We throw our hands up, poke out our lips, cross our arms over our chests, and say, "Forget it, Lord, I'm not taking another step because clearly You've let me go, forcing me to walk this vast journey all by myself! Where ARE You? Waaa, Waaa, Waaaaaaa!" People!!! Why do we do this? Why are we so muddle-headed? Why do we lose faith so quickly? Our short-term memory is oftentimes ridiculous and downright embarrassing.
Ah, but our Lord and Savior is as patient with us as Abbey is with Swayze. As we learn and grow and change, we can spiritually see and feel and realize deep down that our God has not left us. Not for one second. He just knows that in order for our muscles to get stronger, we MUST be able to walk confidently out of the comfort zone and reach the hurting and the lost. We don't have to look back over our shoulder; we know without a doubt He will be there to catch us and love us and give us courage to get up and try again, no matter how many times we fail---no matter how many times we stumble, no matter what life throws at us. Glory be to God.
So keep on wobblin', my Friends! It's all going to be okay in the end. (The Bible tells me so).
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