Yoked To The Deliverer

It was for freedom that Christ set us free; therefore keep standing firm and do not be subject again to a yoke of slavery.  Galatians 5:1

None of us likes the idea of being yoked to anyone or anything; it repels.  The thought conjures up images of slavery and God did not create us to be bound to evil.  Yet, if a glorious deliverer arrived to promise us freedom from slavery, we would make a decision in a split second to be yoked to someone who loves and saves. That is what I must remember when I think of Jesus’ words about yokes. I needed a glorious Deliverer at salvation to yoke me to Himself.

While my future is secure and I am already seated in heavenly places with Christ Jesus, I must still contend with my flesh. I am not to be yoked ~

• To religion and live by others’ measuring stick.
• To slavery and live by the demands of controllers.
• To shame and live by the opinions of flawed people.
• To the flesh and live like I did before I believed.
• To deception and live by lies conceived at the gates of darkness.

Jesus offers a glorious alternative. His yoke is easy because it’s love-driven. His yoke is gentle because it’s love-driven. His yoke is light because it’s love-driven. What a friend we have in Jesus.

“Is not this the fast that I choose: to loose the bonds of wickedness, to undo the straps of the yoke, to let the oppressed go free, and to break every yoke?” Isaiah 58:6

Endless Reserves

With joy you will draw waters from the well of salvation.  Isaiah 12:3

Jesus, the well of salvation is deep for every child of the kingdom.  Help me move beyond knowledge to experience.  

Where I feed on fear and end up becoming small, lead me to confess it and drink from your well of courage.  You promise me salvation from anxiety.

Where I feed on the torment of past failures, lead me to confess it and drink from your well of forgiveness.  Your mercy is new every morning.

Where I criticize others to feel powerful, lead me to confess it.  You love the one I am maligning.  Even the unregenerate.

Where I feel angry over needs unmet, lead me to confess my entitlement and drink from your well of promises to those who are humble.  You know my need and will bend low to save me. 

Where I feel hopeless over my own sin, lead me out of unbelief.  I drink from Your well of salvation and acknowledge Your power to transform me.

Today, I run to Your well of provision.  Let me drink of it as easily as I sit down to eat three meals a day.  You see my level of thirst today.  Open my capacity to want more, and receive more, so that I can live as one who proves that You are enough.  

My abundant life starts at the well of Your salvation. Amen

The Crushing Thing

Can you name the big thing that overwhelms you; that mountain you bring before God nearly every hour of the day?  I know you wish it weren’t there, that He’d reach out with a sweeping wave of His hand to move it far from you.  I know you are frustrated that He’s not doing that when all power is His to take care of it. You can’t understand how anything related to perfect love could keep Him from rescuing. Maybe you also fear that your tears fail to move the heart of your Father. I’ve been there.

God told His people when they were traveling through the wilderness to Canaan, “Little by little I will drive them out before you.  His plan for His child is that he would become wise and faith-driven, a child who trusts Him even when He looks guilty. Please know that slaying one giant at a time will build into your life these things, spiritual elements that are necessary for the unshakeable relationship He’s building with you.  Never underestimate what is gained when you walk with Jesus and see progress characterized by baby steps.

May I speak deeply to your discouraged heart? (I wish it could be in person.) God is not stingy, nor is His power limited.  It is His love that restrains His hand from completely delivering you from what seems crushing so that He can do something beautiful in your relationship.  He knows that this mountain makes you tremble, even despair.  But by dealing with your fear and choosing to stand in faith, you are being transformed into someone you will not recognize.  When you can’t see your progress, He can.  You have already changed more than you know. He wants you to know that today. In the meantime, keep trusting Him. Keep talking. Keep being real. Draw close to your High Priest, and don’t move for anything.

“Little by little I will drive them out before you, until you have increased enough to take possession of the land.”  Deuteronomy 23:30

Re-discovering Home

A woman ceases to make God her home when she no longer believes He offers what she needs.  The promise of abundant life doesn’t seem abundant.  There can be many reasons for this.  She is experiencing too much pain in this world and is blaming God for it.  She is running from the One she believes is responsible instead of understanding that Jehovah Rapha is her healing.  She has no experience with how to make God her home.  She has sojourned in distant lands, looking for anyone who will offer her temporary shelter.  Satan took advantage of her in her time of vulnerability and offered her some counterfeit ways out of distress.

Ah, but there comes a day when God begins to clarify.  The fog of misunderstanding of who He is begins to clear.  This woman shakes her head, steps into wisdom, and realizes her folly.  God’s true character materializes in full-blown pictures in her spirit.  Hunger for His presence is awakened.  She begins her trip back home, back to her roots.  “Before the foundation of the world, I knew you.” 

Yes, she remembers that scripture now.  She realizes that she can find the love she’s been looking for by making her home with God.  She runs to Him, trembling with awe and excitement. She lays claim to the land that has always been hers.  She begins to nest in it with confidence.  Joy floods her life, joy that comes from living in the light of God’s countenance.   His smile says, “I love you and you belong with Me.”

They will come trembling like birds from Egypt, and like doves from the land of Assyria; and I will settle them in their houses, declares the Lord.  Hosea 11:11

Go Deeper!

For the past several weeks, in my spirit, I’ve been hearing, ‘My children must go deeper in prayer.’  

Spiritual health can largely be determined by the kinds of prayers that are prayed.  Requests can be comprised of ‘fix-it’ prayers.  What about deeper, more important things?  God wants to do beautiful things in my distress, but my focus is all too often on alleviating all suffering instead of sharing in the sufferings of Jesus.  Here are some examples.

If I’m sick, I usually ask God to make me well.  God says, ‘Go deeper.’  The Holy Spirit would ask me if I’m angry that I am sick or am cross with people because they fail to empathize in the ways that I need.  I should pray to learn God’s rhythm of grace in my illness.  This matters more than my healing.  

If I am being mistreated, I usually ask God to make my enemy nicer.  God says, ‘Go deeper.’  The Holy Spirit would ask me to pray for, and love, my enemy.  I should pray to learn the ways of the cross-centered life. This matters more than another’s respect.

If I am feeling shame from painful events, I ask God to take away the pain.  God says, ‘Go deeper.’  The Holy Spirit would ask me how shame has shaped my identity. I should pray to discover the ways Jesus suffered shame and, also, how He bore my shame. This matters more than erasing the past from my mind.  

Nobody likes pain.  We weren’t created for it.  But it is a great teacher.  We won’t be spared from sharing in Jesus’ suffering.  He asked us to take up our cross to follow Him.  Jesus wants to do more than fix what is broken.  He wants to be one with us in suffering. For that, we will have to look behind the things that are wrong to see the opportunities for deeper discipleship.

Behold, I have refined you, but not with silver; I have tested you in the furnace of affliction. Isaiah 48:10

Emotionally Expensive Gifts

Or who has given a gift to Him that He might be repaid?  Romans 11:35

Are you trapped because you feel you are beholding to someone?  Perhaps you are trying to pay them back for a debt you never asked to assume. The unexpected relational toll has been expensive.  To make things worse, you have no idea how to extricate yourself from this unhealthy dynamic in a way that honors Jesus.

To receive a gift with no strings attached is ideal but oftentimes rare.  That’s because many people need to be the hero.  This motivates them to give in order to get excessive praise in return.  The more they sacrifice, the bigger the hero they think they will be in the recipient’s eyes!   What thwarts their narcissistic plan is a child of God who follows Jesus and is unwilling to cooperate with emotional extortion.

Even though God is the biggest Giver of all, He does not entrap.  When He gives sacrificially, He gives me the freedom to react without being manipulated.  He doesn’t have an ego to feed.  While He hopes I’ll worship Him for the great gift of His Son, He will still love me even when I’m stingy with a thank you.  He is not like people who keep reminding me about their gift, keeping me on their hook for perpetual praise.

 So, what would happen if I stopped the cycle and refused to enable narcissistic addictions?   If someone gives a gift, I will humbly say, ‘Thank you.’  I will tell them how much it means to me while not inflating my expressions of thanks because I know they expect it.  I must decide that I will not be trapped by someone who could punish me for not giving them the attention to which they feel entitled.  Narcissism offends God, for He will not share His glory with anyone.  When I fawn insincerely at the altar of a narcissist, I enable the exaltation of pride, the very thing that fueled Satan’s mutiny in heaven.  I can stop this today.  God makes a way of escape when I ask Him for His help.

You tell me that I owe no debt because You paid it all.  It’s true.  You so loved the world that You gave. . . Amen

Who Will Cry Out Above The Noise Of War?

The Lord will give you the bread of adversity and the water of affliction, but your Teacher will no longer hide Himself—with your own eyes you will see Him. And whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear this command behind: “This is the way.”   Isaiah 30:20-21

There will be a future date, far beyond the life of Isaiah when Jesus and his disciples will be in a boat in the middle of the sea.  The opposite shore will be nowhere in sight.  It will be dark, and the sea will be churning.  Uncertainty and fear will overtake them.  Jesus will appear and will be walking on top of the water.  Knowing their terror, He will say, “It’s Me. Don’t be afraid.”  Like a child whose parent shows up to take care of everything, fears will eventually dissipate.  Pounding heartbeats will normalize.  Adrenalin will subside.  Awe and unworthiness will wash over them as the power of their Savior is made evident.

Our world is in a new season, a horrific season.  There’s no visible light on our path without the Light of the world. There is no wisdom for the next step without the voice of the Counselor. There is no self-comfort strong enough to make a dent without the presence of the Comforter.  There is no bright horizon without the One who writes a glorious future.   Who can access these resources?  The people who cry out to Jesus for salvation and ultimate deliverance.  No one who calls upon the name of the Lord will be exempt. Israelis and Palestinians, Hamas and Hezbollah.  

Where is Jesus now?  He’s right there, where He’s always been.  He’s never left.  He’s wooing His people while the waves of missiles assault their shores.  “It’s Me.  Don’t be afraid.”  May our prayers ascend for blind eyes to see and deaf ears to hear.   

Let Your voice be heard above the noise.    Amen

What Looking Up Does For Me

John said, ‘I’m not even worthy to be the Messiah’s slave.’  Unworthiness has so many faces, but only one kind is righteous.  John’s statement emanated from worship, not self-loathing. For any of us who have suffered from the toxic kind of unworthiness, we agree that it felt like a holy thing at the time.  Satan made sure of that.  

The enemy is out to destroy joy.  If he can’t keep me from following Jesus, he’ll keep me from the fuel that gives me joy.  God’s love.  He’ll twist scriptures to cause me to believe that I didn’t deserve to be chosen.  Because he is the most cunning accuser, he’ll use my worst sins to seek to prove it.  He’ll replay the hurtful comments of others about my past like a broken record.  All of this leads to self-hatred.  Any of us who have knelt at the feet of Jesus, never feeling like we could raise our heads out of the dirt, missed the joy of looking up and being surprised by Love.

The shame of unworthiness is healed in only one place.  In the arms of Jesus.  If I could see the light in His eyes wash over me today, unworthiness would disappear like a flash. 

Lord, I’m a dancer, not a wallower.  Amen

How Jesus Relates To Me

How does Jesus relate to me? I know I’m a disciple, but what does that mean, exactly?

  • He calls me to something for which I’m unqualified. Four fishermen became evangelists and teachers. One was a tax collector. The calling is always God-sized because no skill set can achieve supernatural results.
  • He builds the relationship on love and on promises of faithfulness. My relationship with Him began with love and forgiveness, followed by spoken promises that won’t ever be broken. Love is my fuel and His promises are my courage.
  • He extends mercy before I sin. Jesus told Peter that he would deny him three times. When Peter was visibly shaken, Jesus told him not to be worried and upset but to believe in God. There was mercy before the sin. He didn’t tell Peter the specifics of how he would deny him, nor did He show him how to avoid it. I am forgiven in the past, in the present, and in the future.
  • He forgives without reservation. Jesus forgives no matter how many times I say I’m sorry. I will have times of failure in the relationship. That’s inevitable. But not one sin or mistake will qualify as ‘unforgiveable’.
  • He allows testing to reveal my flaws. Jesus was tested in the wilderness. His disciples were tested, too. When the fires are hot, the hidden things of the heart are driven to the surface. Bad theology is exposed. Testing purifies, and though it takes time to see the benefits, Jesus allows it out of love. And He walks with me through it.
  • He is always out front ~ showing me the way home. I’m in the yoke with Jesus. He’s right there, a little in front, bearing the weight and responsibility for my needs. I am assured that the path we travel together leads me safely home.

The way may be steep, but it’s beautiful. Amen

I’m Slowly Getting The Picture

What is it that rises up in me each morning to make me want to write?  The deep love of Jesus, the kind of love that makes no earthly sense at all.  It’s mid-morning, and I haven’t written anything yet because I haven’t stopped worshipping the One who loved an outcast.  I wasn’t a cute little orphan girl, all dressed up and on good behavior.  I was filthy and undesirable.  

It’s been hard to see myself that way since I was raised in a respectable, church-going family.  Childhood pictures reveal Easter Sundays with new dresses, patent leather shoes, and white gloves. My presumed goodness begs to get in the way of seeing myself as depraved, needing a Savior.  

But 2023 has been a year of deep change.  I’m understanding the Lover, and the context of being lost – and then being rescued.  I took a long look at Ezekiel 16 this morning.

On the day that you were born, your umbilical cord was not cut, you weren’t bathed and cleaned up, you weren’t rubbed with salt, you weren’t wrapped in a baby blanket.  No one cared for you.  No one did one thing to care for you tenderly in these ways.  You were thrown out into a vacant lot and left there, dirty and unwashed – a newborn nobody wanted.  And then I came by.  I saw you all miserable and bloody.  I said to you, lying there and helpless and filthy, “Live!”  I took care of you, dressed you, and protected you.  I promised you my love and entered the covenant of marriage with you.  I, God, the Master, gave my word.  You became mine.  Ezekiel 16  THE MESSAGE

The ‘field’ is Satan’s ‘field of the unwanted’.  Newborns aren’t treasured in his wasteland of a kingdom.  He just doesn’t want God to have them.  They are dirty trophies, uncared for, bloody, un-swaddled, and languishing.  He will raise them on filth, a degrading kind of diet for those who will never know one moment of nurturing until they are rescued by LOVE.

Look at the intervention.  God saw the births.  Saw the discarded newborns, unable to do one thing for themselves.  Their umbilical cords were still uncut, and rotting.  His reaction was not revulsion, it was compassion.  He spread His cloak over them, wrapped them up, and called them His.  “Live!”He said.  

This is the Gospel.  These were my beginnings.  God did it all.  Unless I embrace the truth of who I once was, I will never know the depth of His love.  And I will never respond with the depth of love that is possible for me to feel, and then to express in worship.  This is what it is to be a Daughter of Promise.