Jun 292016

“In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind.  The light shines in the darkness..” John 1:4-5a

“Therefore, holy brothers and sisters, who share in the heavenly calling, fix your thoughts on Jesus, whom we acknowledge as our apostle and high priest.” Hebrews 3:1

“Then you will shine among them like stars in the sky.” Philipphians 2:15

Summer, summer, summer time!  I cannot get enough of the fact that I can go outside.  My kids can go outside.  Our dog can go outside.  But will we?  There’s the real question.  And here is the real issue with it all.  Where I now see the error of my ways-My complaining occurs rain or shine.  Winter means complaining we can’t go outside because it’s too  wet.  Summer means complaining we can’t go outside because it’s too hot.  So I publicly apologize to my Creator God who truly blessed me to live in such green beauty as Oregon and resolve not to complain.  But to make a family new years resolution in June instead of January- Be.  Outside.  And.  Enjoy.

In efforts to keep with our June resolution me and my crew have become VBS (vacation bible school)/camp hoppers.  Church programs are fabulous for providing outdoor activities for kids and I’ve got summer camp flyers comin out my ears, so we are signed up and primed up to be-Playin’, learnin’, sprayin’, laughin’, kickin’, climbin’, runnin’, jumpin’, and swimmin’ in.  the.  sun.  And we will be lovin’ every minute of it mind you.

Well, except for the not so stellar minutes which occurred 2 days ago at our current VBS sensation.

I got my middle, “live for the social”, daughter checked in in about 5 seconds and moved to check in my oldest.  We wanted her to be in a group with her older cousin so she was in with 3rd graders instead of 2nd graders.  The big kids.  Literally.  As I walked my Lucy over to her group she truly was “Lucy Little” from the book “The Little’s”.  There were 7 boys more than a foot taller and 2 girls right in there as well.  I put on my “Mom evaluating/detective hat” and made the 2 second conclusion to atleast survey the land while my thinker, analyzer, slow to warm up artist daughter entered this scene.

The previous 3rd grade teacher extrovert leader started things with a bang.  “Everyone tell your name and tell one thing you like!”She yelled out in sing song form.  And then it began, one boy blurted, “Ryan and I get to go swimming at my grandma’s pool!”  Another right after from across the circle proclaimed, “I have two dogs!”  (No name to be spoken of, but this seemed to be how the game was played.  And how it continued for the next 5 minutes.  Yell out or miss out.)  As I watched the energetic one’s saying 5 or more fun facts and my daughter being the only one not having spoken, my Mama heart was in a wounded, sad state. And then my Lucy motioned me over and whispered to me her first comment which did in fact break my already wounded Mama heart.

“Mama, I don’t think anybody see’s me”, Lucy stated with her head down.  And yep, that comment pretty much took me down.  I proceeded to try to have a “it’s going to be okay, let me make things better” talk with her about the fact that all these kids were older and therefore bigger and that she would be bigger when she is that age a year from now.  And then made sure to tell the group leader her age as well.  And as I was making sure the leader “saw” my daughter, a mini miracle moment happened.  The blonde girl from across the circle said, “Lucy, we haven’t heard what you like yet!  What do you like to do?”  And then the only other girl in the group didn’t miss a beat and grabbed my “low to the floor” daughter’s hand and said, “Hey, since we are the only girls, come over here by us and we want to show you a special game!”  (Okay, are you girls trying to make a grown woman cry profusely in a random church parking lot?!)

And at that point I knew I could leave.  Lucy.  Was.  Seen.  Lucy, who’s name means “Light” had  the sun and THE Son shining on her.

Even in her smallness.  Quietness.  Seemingly helplessness.  And  darkness.  These girls were the light and love of Jesus to Lucy.  And we need to get this- this is how our good Father works people!

He shines on you with His Son, like the sun, through the light and love of His Spirit’s work in other’s.  He see’s you.  He see’s me.  And We.  Are.  Shining.  With.  Love.

So in your day today, when you feel worn out and weary.  Come to Jesus.  He see’s you.  When you are angry at your kids and have no patience left.  Come to Jesus.  He see’s you.  When it seems everyone else around you is more talented, more beautiful, more intelligent, better disciplined, better at cooking/housekeeping/gardening, has more courage, has more creativity, has more money, is “Mom of the year”, is “Wife of the year”, “Jesus follower of the year”,  and has the “Job of the Year”, do one thing.  Come to Jesus.  He see’s you.

You are never to0 small.  Never too weak.  Never too forgotten.  Never so disobedient.  Never so disconnected.  Never so alone.  Then to be seen.  To be loved.  To be shined upon.  By our heavenly Father.  He is light.  And He is life.

What do you do you feel nobody see’s you?

1-Find a place to go without distractions for a little while (with kids it’s hard, but i am not below turning on a movie to have some needed time-I know I am a better Mom when I take time away from my kids to meet with Jesus.) 

2-Open God’s true Word (truthfully it doesn’t matter where in the Bible you open, just open it, because His Word is living and active and will speak to what you need) and ask our heavenly Father to speak to your heart about your true identity as His daughter.

3- Be open to receiving what God’s Word says and be.loved. in this quiet moment.

be seen.  be loved.  Be light.  Today.





© 2012 Standing on Peace

Oct 012014

“Not so fast.  You can no more show me your works apart from your faith than I can show you my faith apart from my works.  Faith and works, works and faith, fit together hand in glove.”  James 2:18-19 (the Message)

It was a typical Wednesday.  Making my girls’ bagel and cream cheese lunch, cleaning up from the last night’s impulse nacho makings, and separating out the piles of keep versus trash mail.

I realized I hadn’t told my girl’s about my upcoming race.   I told them Mommy was going on a long run this weekend.  My youngest asked, “How far are you going Mama?”  I said confidently and proudly, “26 miles”.  My oldest daughter said, “Is that far?”  I said, “Yes.  Very, very, very far.  Many people never run that far….” and as the words were coming out of my mouth my eyes filled with tears.

The tears came like a wave.  A wave of overwhelm.  The wave that only comes when you are jolted into the reality that you are completely out of your element.  Out of answers.  Out of options.  Out of control.  Feeling absolutely-out.  of.  your.  mind.  (Atleast that is what everyone else keeps telling you and you are beginning to wonder if you should heed their warning.)

My thoughts, accompanied by the tears, went something like this- “I can’t believe I signed up to go this far, it is far-too far.  What was I thinking, I am NO runner!”  As much as I know God lead me to do this run, doubt was setting in.  Big Time.

Because it was only four.  days.  away.  The race was so soon I could taste the sweat mixed with disgusting tasting energy gels.  It was go time-race time.  Conflicting feelings continued on as I contemplated my soon to be fate.  Thoughts which seemed unable to coexist:

  • Excitement in participating in this new adventure-then terror for what this “new” would be like. 
  • Confidence in the training so far-then doubt to make it to the finish on race day. 
  • Content in the tampering down in miles this week-then only to know the contentment will end in days with the biggest run thus far. 
  • Dreading the distance which is ahead of me-then looking forward to the distance because this is what will be an accomplishment. 
  • Feeling I want to speed up my normal pace to get done quicker-then not wanting to go too fast and be too tired/sore to finish. 
  • A little anxious about the pain that is ahead-then a reality check that no pain means no gain. 
  • Doubting my ability and mental toughness-then standing firmly on my God’s ability to equip me for the path ahead. 
  • Curious about all the conversations I will have with God on this lengthy run-then at the same time a little nervous about the length of time to “pray and listen” with no I-pod.

After my wave of overwhelming thoughts had run its course my oldest daughter brought me a sign.  It was a sign she said she was going to hold up for me on race day.

It. was. a. brightly. colored. rainbow.

Underneath the rainbow it said, “I love you Mamy” (it was supposed to say “Mommy”, but the Kindergarten writing factor was too cute not to include it).  My tears welled up again.  This time it was not because of the “wave of overwhelm” as it had just minutes before.

Instead it was because I was reminded I was loved by my daughter.  I was reminded of the beauty of the rainbow promise that I was not alone in what lay ahead.

And the Lord so does this for us.  Every.  time.  we step out in faith.  He reminds us of His love.  He reminds us we are not alone in it.

So I am embracing the bittersweet thoughts in these next days when I think about the run.  And I will embrace the bittersweet of the actual run when race day comes.  Because I am reminded of His rainbow sign He holds for me when I feel I can’t do it anymore.  The sign of love.  Sign of strength.  Sign of hope.  Sign that He is with me.  Sign that He is faithful in keeping His promises.

You and I are exactly where we am supposed to be in saying “Yes” to Jesus-completely out. of. our. minds.-by the world’s opinion and ways.   But completely acting in. one. mind.  with our heavenly Father-which is a life of peace, joy and purpose.

So in the season we are in right now.  Let’s look to Him.  Holding up the rainbow sign for us as we run our race.   Let us rest in His intense love for us.  Joyfully persevere in our weakness.  Rely on Him for comfort and strength.  Ask Him for that next step.  And trust Him to equip us for the work He has called us to do.  Because we know He is faithful.  And He will take us to the finish line.  Victorious.

Would you join me in prayer for  “The Run Fast” this week and this Sunday as I am abstaining from personal comfort (putting my body through 5 plus hours of non stop running)?  Would you be willing to pray for God to do a work/break bondage in me, my family, friends, our country and world in regards to anxiety and addiction?  Thank you friends for you support and prayers-I am expectant for our God to bring healing and freedom on the run.





© 2012 Standing on Peace

Sep 082014

“And giving joyful thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of his holy people in the kingdom of light.  For he has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves, in whom we have redemption and the forgiveness of sins.”  Colossians 1:12-14

I began the run.  In the dark.  And I continued the run.  In the dark.  For an hour.  And this was not just slightly dark outside.  Dusk.  Or dark, but street lights all around.  No.  Not joking.  Pitch. Black.  And then here’s me.   With no other light than the dim glow from my phone. 

Alone.  Surrounded by darkness.  Unprepared.  Scary.  Dangerous.  All come to mind to describe the beginning of this run.

As I ran around my regular nature loop, continually turning my phone back on for the little light, I couldn’t think about the fact that I was alone.  My feet kept moving.  I couldn’t think about the slow, hesitant pace I was going due to fear of falling.  My feet kept moving.  I couldn’t think about the what seemed to be neverending darkness all around me.  My feet kept moving.

All I focused on.  Thought about.  With all my might.  Was my little light.  Keeping that light shining.  Keeping that light right in front of me.  All would be well if my little light didn’t go out.

It was the little light that kept my feet moving forward.  Helped me see the stick, rock and bump in the road.  Ushered me into the new day.  And in spite of the  surrounding front, behind, left and right sides of pitch darkness, it pierced through.

After I got back from my run, my family got ready and headed off to church.  I always am anxious to hear about what my girls learned about in their Sunday School time.  Can you guess what it was about?  And yes, I am sure you have an idea.  “This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine” was written on a glow stick bracelet as they walked out.

At this moment I had an overwhelming sense of God’s presence.  A thankfulness for the little light He had given me to run just hours earlier with.  A thankfulness for the little light I have inside of me, Jesus.  A thankfulness for His rescuing me from the dominion of darkness.

And my thankfulness turned to motivation.  To let my little light shine as I run the path He has set before me for today.  Others and myself have said, “There is no way the tiny, cell phone glow would make a difference in total darkness“, just like myself and others  say, “What difference will one smile make to the stranger?  What difference will giving away one clothing item to someone in need make?  What difference will loving an unkind person make?  What difference will saying I’m sorry make?  What difference will showing mercy when you were so wronged make?”  Well, it makes ALL the difference.

My little light showed how and where my feet should move along the path.  It also paved the way for anyone behind me.  So when we step out with our little lights of Jesus in this dark world, we end up seeing clearly the direction He has for us.  We stay on His narrow path.  We overcome Satan through Jesus’ Name.  We pull others out of darkness and into the Light.  Through our small selfless acts of love, generosity, compassion, and mercy, we bring the Kingdom of Light to this dark world.

So I have come to recognize Little Lights Do.  Make.  A. Difference.  You and I make a difference.  When we submit to God’s Word and be obedient to it.  When we say “Yes” to allowing Jesus, the Light of the World, guide our lives.  So will you join me today and act upon the Spirit’s leading, proclaiming, “This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine!”



© 2012 Standing on Peace

Aug 182014

“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You have anointed my head with oil; My cup overflows.  Surely goodness and loving kindness will follow me all the days of my life, And I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever.”  Psalm 23:4-6

It was another everyday run using my “Bloodhound characteristics” of a heightened sense of sight.  And wouldn’t you know my eyes locked onto a large red object a ways down in the middle of the road.  It definitely didn’t belong.  

My curiosity was on overdrive-a toy, a candle, possibly a frisbee?  Not sure.  But when you have been running for miles and are looking to God to speak to you through any means, you question every strange object in your path.

And so it was with this red.  Ahead of me.  I was ready for the extremely profound upcoming moment.

I reached touching distance.  And low and behold, it was.  A red.  plastic. cup.  Hmmm.  Not quite the thrilling, spiritual awakening moment this turned out to be.

But it was as if I was running in slow motion as I passed the cup.  Something in me was compelled to pick it up.  Examine it further.  But I didn’t.

And then I changed my mind.  I decided to turn around and get it.  If nothing else, it was cluttering up the street and needed to be put in the garbage.  (On a good day you will catch me doing a “keep the earth clean” act.   I also figured this was also a positive rolemodeling story to tell my girls.)

As I picked up the cup I noticed it was broken almost in half on the backside.  (I guess I shouldn’t have been too surprised that a plastic cup in the middle of the road had been run over.)

And it was then that I actually did get that spiritual awakening moment.

I realized I was somehow relating with this cup.  The cup was broken.  Overlooked by most.  Didn’t belong.  Ran over.  In the middle of the path.  Alone on the road.  And So. Am.  I.

My real deal:

  • I have difficulty saying “I was wrong and I’m sorry” to my husband-Broken.
  • I was turned down by publisher’s and agents in my writing-Overlooked.
  • I struggle with home decor/organization and am surrounded by friends and family who all should write books on the subject-Don’t belong.
  • I am running a marathon without a clue of how/if I can finish-Ran over.
  • I have seen God’s faithfulness in the past and stand on His faithfulness for my future, but feel to be in this middle journey of questions, waiting and unknowns-In the middle of the path.
  • I am maneuvering this writing and speaking thing without a buddy beside me-Alone on the road.

But God sees me.  And He sees you too.  Right where we are.  Cracks and all.  In the awkward place we are in on the road of life.  In all our insecurities and inabilities.  And He shed His blood for us so we wouldn’t have to.  His red covers all our broken red cup places.  What love!

He picks us up.  Carrying our broken selves.  With the end result being a mended red cup.  Restored.  Filled up with joy and hope.  Filled up and actually overflowing with His living waters.

And then without us doing a thing.  Overflow happens.  His love and compassion  spills out of us onto a world in need.

So let us broken red cups unite!  May we be filled with thankfulness for His unconditional love today.  And may we always remember His plan for us is good.  His plan for us involves reliance on His strength.   His plan is about the giving of our whole lives to Him.  Cracks and all.




© 2012 Standing on Peace

Jun 202014

“No longer do I call you servants, for the servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all that I have heard from my Father I have made known to you.”  John 15:15

I have begun the search. For a crazy soul who would say “yes” to training for and running a marathon with me.

I sent out some texts to possible prospects. One of them responded, “Ha, ha, ha. I am rolling over laughing right now as I read this.” And unfortunately the others said the same thing in so many words.

At this point I could be in a frustrated.  Choose anxiety.  I could worry that I am going to have to go at this what feels to be daunting task alone. I could doubt my original call from God to do the race in the first place. Or I could choose a different route of thought.

I could give this concern to God and allow Him to take care of it. Trust Him to be faithful as He always is when we are taking steps of obedience to Him.  Understand His ways are not my ways and be content to simply enjoy the journey with Him.

I am choosing the route of saying no to anxiety and “yes” to the peace Jesus offers me, His daughter.  I know He is aware of my desire to have a running buddy through this process and I trust Him to meet my needs in the way He see’s fit.  This could mean not having a running buddy-and I have come to grips with this.

So, I set out into the unknown with God.  Again.  I have begun the training runs with my Father as my running buddy.  My friend.

I remember so wanting to be cool in Jr. High.  This meant being friends with the “cool kids”.  If you could become friends with them, you were automatically “cool”.  Who your friends were determined your worth.  Well, as I have so matured in years since then, I can see the search to be cool is over.  Because I have the “coolest” friend, Jesus.  He says I am His friend and that is good enough for me.  My worth is found in this friendship.

The fact that we have the ability to share life with the One who created all we see is beyond my comprehension.  (No wonder He is the “coolest”.)  I must remember even if I do not have a physical friend with me, I am never alone.
When I go running with my “coolest friend”, I have praised Him for the trees stretching on either side of me, forming a green archway above my head.  The sea of brilliant magenta blooms as far on my right as I can see.  The rolling hills in front of me.  And this causes me to remember-

“I lift up my eyes to the hills.

   From where does my help come?

My help comes from the Lord,

   who made heaven and earth.”  Psalm 121:1-2 (ESV)

What help are you in need of today, my sister?  What question seems to be going unanswered or desire seems to be unmet?  As we run with Jesus, lets lift up our eyes.  Look around at the majesty of His creation.  Praise His Name.  Give Him our cares.  And watch as our faithful Friend provides for us, and partakes in our joys and pains of the journey.



© 2012 Standing on Peace

Mar 142014

I was going alone.  And going alone is not something I do well.  At all.  I remember in my childhood informing my mom I “must have a buddy” to attend CanyonView summer camp.  It felt only natural to participate in soly group sports in high school.  I make sure to ask around to see who I would be able to connect with when joining a new women’s Bible study.  But sometimes our God calls us into the unknown.  And to do it alone.  This was this weeks Year of the Squirrel revelation.

I walked out the strange, uncomfortable and unexpected last weekend in response to a nudge from Jesus.  I had no expectations for how God would work as He lead me to attend my first writer’s conference.  I had all expectation God would do a work.  A good, good work.  Because when He leads us into the great unknown, there is fruit and there is joy.  Here is the proof:

Confession:  I am clutsy in nature, and even more clutsy when responding “Yes” to the Spirit’s leading.  But thankfully God knows each of our weaknesses and strengths and still invites all of His Daughter’s to participate with Him in His good work.  It was the last session of the writer’s conference.  I felt an impressing upon my heart to go up to one of the speakers and encourage her.

Confession #2:  I initially tend to argue with the Lord when He is prompting me to go and do.  I had a mental debate with Him,  “I mean, for Pete’s sake Lord, it is inconvenient timing and an inconvenient situation.  It is the middle of corporate worship, she is on the extreme opposite side of the room and everyone will look at me weirdly wondering why I am interrupting the session.”  He didn’t seem to go with my logical argument.  And…back to embracing the strange in my Year of the Squirrel, I said  “Yes” to God.

You might want to plug your ears for this next part.  Because here is where my clutsy approach happens.  I nearly tripped over half of the people as I got to where she was standing and worshiping and said, “Hi”.  (Completely awkwardly, and with no follow up.)  She graciously said, “Do I know you?”  I said, “No.” (Once again, awkwardly.)  Then I blurted out over the music, “I am Jillian”.  She waited for more.  And so I encouraged her with the one thing that was on repeat in my mind, “I so appreciate your courage to share out of what the Spirit directed you to say, not out of what you could say.” (being a published author and all).

She replied, “Thank you so much, I needed that.  I speak in 5 minutes again to the large group, would you pray for me.”  So we did.  It was a squirrel sighting my friends.  A time when the Lord led, I strangely, clumsily followed, and He showed up to bless.  All I can say is Wow.  What an honor it is to be apart of seeing our God work.  What a joy to see the intense love our Father has for His daughter’s.  What fruit happens when we are connect to THE VINE, Jesus.

Thank you Lord for pushing me to go alone.  But I see now that I am never alone. Because you are always with me.  And He is always with you too.  Say “Yes” to the Spirit’s strange nudge to you today my friends.  And I am expectant for the good work, joy and fruit that is to come.

“Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.”  Deut 31:6

In what ways have you had to “go alone”?







© 2012 Standing on Peace

Apr 012013

I COULDN’T TURN MY BACK FOR A SECOND.  Lucy (age 4) and Sadie (age 2) were playing in the fountain which paralleled a 5ft deep pool.  (The issue lies in the fact Lucy and Sadie do not possess any of the following: a knowledge of how to swim, a healthy fear of the water, or life vests.)

I told the girls the rule was to stay within the dark brown circle surrounding the fountain.  Beyond this circle was the unsafe zone;  in other words, too close to the pool for mom’s comfort.

Here was the pattern as I relax in my lounge chair: 

  1. One of the girls takes a step outside the safe zone.
  2. My muscles tense from head to toe.
  3. I whip up in a second to a sitting position.
  4. I yell, “Now you know that’s past the brown circle!”
  5. I hold my breath and pray curiosity doesn’t lead them to completely rebel and canon ball into the enticing body of water.
  6. I let out an audible sigh of relief when they reenter the safety zone.
  7. I lay back down again.

This cycle must have happened over 15 times.  15 times of disobedience.  15 times of continuing to care for them and keep them safe.  The key was to never turn my back on them.  Not for a moment could I read a book.  Not for a moment could I look away to talk to someone.  My eyes were fixed on my girls.

ForsakeTo turn your back on.  To abandon.  Quit.  Leave entirely.

What if my husband leaves me?  Or my mother dies? What if when my children are grown, they move far far away?  What if my kindred spirit friend and I have a falling out because of my sinThese are my fears.  Loved ones abandoning me.  Turning their back on me.

Just like I never turned my back on my girls at the pool, our God is the ONLY one who will NEVER turn His back on us.  As believer’s in Jesus, we can have confidence in an ever present God.  Friends and family will move and pass away, but God will always be there.  No matter how many times we mess up and go outside the “safety zone”, God will be there.

As I write this post on Good Friday, I am reminded of Jesus’ death on the cross;  the crazy love act which made it so God will never forsake me.  Jesus was forsaken by God so we never have to be.  (Mt 27:46)

Come to the fountain today.  Play in freedom and grace.  Rest in the promise that He will care for you and watch over you.  No matter what difficulties surround you today,  be encouraged my sister’s with this song of hope.  Knowing not for a moment did He or will He forsake you.  He is right by your side, wherever you go.

The Lord Himself goes before you and will be with you;  He will never leave you nor forsake you.  Do not be afraid;  do not be discouraged.  Deut. 31:8




© 2012 Standing on Peace

Feb 252013

TEARS ARE INEVITABLE (SOMETIMES).  LAST WEEK, I BROKE DOWN CRYING IN THE MIDDLE OF BIBLE STUDY ANNOUNCEMENTS. Not a shining moment for me.  This would be the second close friend moving away this month.

I had been trying to stay strong from the moment I heard my first friend was leaving.  I didn’t want to appear weak and vulnerable.  But when I heard this second announcement, my unexpressed emotions were loosened and the floodgates opened.

Have you ever been barely keeping it together and then something or someone pushes you to the point of tears flowing like a river?  That was me.  Crying uncontrollably.

My tears were tears of sadness. Loss.  Unfulfilled expectations.  All the while, being surrounded by many women whom I just met for the first time.  Talk about showing weakness.  Talk about revealing my lack of self-sufficiency.

Why do I feel as though someone just kicked me in the gut?  I have other friends.  I will still be able to talk with these friends. 

I know moving is God’s best for them.  I am excited for their new adventure. 

Why do I have to be left behind?  Why am I being so selfish as to make this all about me?  Why can’t I hold it together? 

I didn’t understand this new position I was in.

I understood the challenges of moving away from close friends and community.  I had cried myself to sleep many nights as my husband and I moved from Oregon to Texas, Texas to Spokane, and finally, Spokane to our current home in Newberg.

I now recognize there is pain whether you are the one moving away or the one left behind.   God is teaching me truth as I struggle with my friends leaving.

When friends leave us or we leave our friends:

  • There are deep emotions to be expressed.  It doesn’t help anyone to act like the feelings don’t exist.  After I cried I felt much better!
  • Experiencing sadness and feelings of loss means you were doing exactly what you should have been doing. Living in community.  Investing and serving others.  Showing the love of Jesus by loving others as you would love yourself.
  • God see’s our pain and will provide opportunities for new community.  Another friend who I hadn’t see in awhile is going to the Bible study I recently started.  She comforted me with an empathetic hug and listening ear in my moment of, “tears flowing like a river”.
  • We become aware of our dependence on God and others to help us run our race of life well.  I am reading the book called, “A Clearing Season”, by Sarah Parsons, which is a praise to God for His perfect timing.  Sarah says as American’s we don’t like to admit dependence on anyone or anything because that would make us weak.  In contrast, divine strength is “made perfect in weakness” (2 Cor. 12:9).  It is only in expressing our vulnerable, natural human limitations (showing our weaknesses to one another), that we exercise courage and tap into God’s power.  We are weak by nature, but made strong by our ability to connect authentically, ask for help when needed, and unmask the reality of our self sufficiency.  We are strong when we depend on God and on the body of Christ. 

A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.  Prov 18:24

Do you have difficulty depending on God and others?  Will you allow our God and the body of Christ to provide for your needs?  Will you decide today to prioritize living in authentic community?



© 2012 Standing on Peace