The Irrefutable Story in You

There is a story of you. You are a story in which to tell the stones of your remembrance. For every height and every depth, there is a tabernacle set right in your heart. The chest in your heart holds artifacts describing and remembering. The artifacts are precious to you and are a testament to your great journeys to the bottom of the sea, to the whitest, mountain caps, on the waves roaring oceans and where the soles of your feet walk on sand. The artifacts help you retell the story. You are the story.

Use what is in your heart to bless others. Share your artifacts. There is no question that your journeys have fine tuned in you gifts and talents. As you consider pouring into others, use what is at your fingertips. Even if it is tucked within you, you know that you can weave tapestries of gold into someone else. You, and only you, are capable of placing the silver lining into eyes that are turned down toward the ground. Only your mind is capable of speaking wisdom into a heart that is troubled over a tough decision. You, and only you, have the words to encourage a thought into a joyful realty. It is okay that you and only you are capable of these things. There is only one you.

Your individuality has great worth when set towards the things of God. Don’t underestimate your story. It is your irrefutable argument. You can’t be moved on what God has done on the inside of you. Someone else can be moved by what God has done on the inside of you. Don’t let dust settle on your artifacts. Don’t let puddles cover up your stones of remembrance. Share the story of the Him in you.

Joshua 4: 20-24: And Joshua set up at Gilgal the twelve stones they had taken out of the Jordan. 21 He said to the Israelites, “In the future when your descendants ask their parents, ‘What do these stones mean?’ 22 tell them, ‘Israel crossed the Jordan on dry ground.’ 23 For the Lord your God dried up the Jordan before you until you had crossed over. The Lord your God did to the Jordan what he had done to the Red Sea[a] when he dried it up before us until we had crossed over. 24 He did this so that all the peoples of the earth might know that the hand of the Lord is powerful and so that you might always fear the Lord your God.”

Inspired by Louis Giglio’s sermon of February 9, 2014 at Passion City Church, Atlanta, GA.

Inspired by Adonis Reeves Monday bible study of 3/31/14 at Calvary Chapel Fort Lauderdale.

Life is like a Pot Hole

Did you ever sit in the last row of a plane? Or ride an ATV in the mountains? Or maybe ride a see-saw with someone way bigger than you? I am talking about the bounce. You’re riding along, and up you go. Hopefully, you don’t hit your head on the way up. But, you can guarantee that, if your butt doesn’t have some pad, it’s going to hurt on the way down. You might like the bounce on the ATV, but definitely not on the plane.

It occurred to me last weekend that our spiritual lives have this kind of bounce. You are on the way up, feeling full of the spirit, optimistic. You have a meeting with God, a spiritual victory, a breakthrough. Your cup runneth over. Oh gosh, but on the way down, slam. The enemy pulls out your seat and you hit the rocky ground. I had this experience yesterday. My husband and I had this great get-away for his 40th birthday. We celebrated with a few couples that we love and love us. Awesome dining, dancing, talking for hours, laughing. On the last day of the trip, we headed to Passion City Church in Atlanta – – where I really felt the Holy Spirit speaking to me, ministering to me, encouraging me and moving me ahead in my life’s journey. My girlfriend and I had a great talk about the Lord over BBQ after service. I left Atlanta completely full and maybe even running over. And then, we got home. I stayed up till midnight packing lunches and headed to bed. That part was really no big deal, I was still running over. The morning came. I hit my head or bruised my butt; I am not sure which it was. Big fight with my husband on the way to school with the kids. Yes, in front of the kids who hadn’t seen mom and dad in three days.

I headed to my Monday morning bible study, ran into my husband one more time. I tried to end the fight. Didn’t go well. He sort of threw our conflict back into my lap. Any way, now I am in a pot hole less than 24 hours after my cup was full and running over. So I cry and my friend Stephanie rubs my arms till I stop crying. I eventually head to work feeling like I just lost a pillow fight and have those stars circling my head (like in cartoons). But really, I am sitting in a spiritual pot hole. I am so dazed that I am not sure even how to get up. Life is like a pot hole sometimes.

It’s Tuesday morning, and I’m up and out of the pot hole. I still remember where God took me on Sunday. And, I don’t really care about yesterday. I remember that God promises hardship in this life. John 16:33. That I will have bruises and cuts and loose fights (with pillows and otherwise). I remember that God taught me about giving and receiving love on Sunday. That He showed me how I can powerfully pray. That I can believe and have faith for the things I pray for. That He is sovereign above all, that He notices me in and out my days. In and out of my acts of love and hope for the things only He can offer. That one day, I will see the things happen that I so greatly desire. One day, my friend. One day, you will be running over and, one day, you will be in a pot hole. Either way, He reigns.