Thursday, January 31, 2013

The Scriptwriter


One day while I was driving in my car I was thinking about my future, trying to figure things out. You know, planning and plotting, when I caught myself saying phrases like "If this happens then I'll..." or "If thing happen like this my best option is..." These thoughts were coming so rapidly that I was creating all these hypothetical situations which would probably never happen.  I mentally worked myself into a tizzy and I stressed myself out. Then it struck me that I was trying to write the script for my life. Somehow, my subconscious mind thought that I had enough information to accurately lay out and orchestrate the path that I would take. Somehow I thought I possessed enough wisdom to logically predict the course of my own destiny. As I followed this train of thought, I said to myself, "Who am I? What makes me qualified to be the author of my life?" If I were to honestly review the past chapters I have lived I would probably delete the majority of them altogether. However, as the providence of God would have it, each event has fulfilled the purpose God has intended. I realize that on this day the only qualified and perfect scriptwriter for all our lives is the Lord God Almighty. He alone possesses the necessary knowledge.  He sees the whole picture from beginning to end. I thought to myself, How foolish am I?  Why not allow the perfect scriptwriter to writer and direct the course of my existence? I know that when I surrender to his control, the movie that is my life will be a five-star Blockbuster event.    

Psalms 37:23~ "The Lord directs the steps of the godly. He delights in every detail of their lives."
 

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Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Cold Steel



         While driving one day my attention was drawn to the scenery around me; it was filled with the beautiful contrast of winter. Snow covered the ground and bare trees dotted the hillside. The sky was a steel gray color with dark clouds looming in the horizon.
        It seemed to me that the color scheme display contained many shades of gray. The feeling of quiet stillness and strength filled my senses. There were no visible signs of life or movement, but I knew that under the snow, life still hummed. In the cold, steel of the day there emanated a quiet ethereal strength. From this cold, steel gray day, and many more like it, would emerge life in all of its abundance, stronger for having gone through the cold steel days of winter.

 
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"God  has made everything beautiful in its time."
--Ecclesiastes 3:11

Monday, January 28, 2013

It Was You All The Time



         I was in the shower this morning and I was thinking about the goodness of the Lord. How his hand was moving in my life setting many things straight. I was reflecting on my new posture of submission to Jesus as Lord, and a deep peace and joy flooded my soul.
          A thought came to mind. It said, " It was you all the time."
           In that instant I was how my constant struggling for control, or trying to fix things, was a big part of the relationship, self driven by the failure my life had become. Sure, things looked fine from the outside, but inwardly, there was no joy, peace, or contentment.
          Our society has taught us that we can do, be, and control all things. This is a lie, and we are not gods. If we desire to live a good life, one that is pleasing to the lord, we must submit to his control, direction, and leading.
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"Those who are lead by the spirit of the living God are the sons of God."
----Romans 8:14


Saturday, January 26, 2013

Glorious

I sit here on the foot of my bed, looking out the bathroom window. The sun's reflection off the snow covered hillside is a blinding sensation of white, contrasted by the tall grey forms of scattered tree trunks. Glorious! It holds my attention. I'm trying not to miss anything. Brilliant! The light quiets. My eyes are adjusting. My brain is processing, slowing, thinking, questioning, asking, seeking. Did I just behold God's glory. My soul is still, trying to hold onto this moment. A moment of absolute peace.




"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hand"
---Psalms 19:1