Jun 152016

If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!  Luke 11:13

Love never loses faith; 1 Corinthians 13:7a

So I say to you: Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.  Luke 11:9

So I slowly.  Ever so slowly people-  Put on my favorite stretchy pants, shirt and running shoes this morning, and practically fell out the door.  My pace could hardly be called “running” (or even jogging to be fare) due to my extreme grogginess.  (Alright.  It also may have been due to the fact my “haven’t disciplined myself to work out body” was telling me “no” when I tried to “go”.)

As I ran, the dream I had been having when the brutal wake up happened was recalled to my memory.  It’s ironic because I cannot remember the last time I remembered a dream.  And it was even more rare because it seemed to be a spiritual dream, involving a reocurring scripture verse and sister in Christ.

I felt a Spirit nudge to text this individual about this scripture and dream.  (God has to make things clear to me and I don’t believe in coincidences-I believe in God ordained/Spirit prompted occurrences.)  How you ask?  Well, let me share.  First, I remembered the dream and it involved scripture (miracle of rememberings mixed with Truth).  And next, the first reminder on my phone from Facebook said this individual’s name with the phrase, “Let her know” attached to it.  Our God works through mysterious ways my friends.  And yes, (in spite of all the Facebook drama) even through Facebook!

The texting to my friend was my first order of business on my run (gotta love the voice command feature, however people may have given me the “you are weird” look more than once).  And then I got to thank my God for His goodness to me.  I thanked God specifically for “no rain on the run” (since the reality of the downpoor was imminent due to the wet all around me/clouds all above me and I hate running in the rain-and even more running in the rain with my dog)  I also prayed for friends and family who were on my heart.

But then I asked my Father to “speak for your child is listening” (in an effort to listen to God rather than continue my laundry list of needs and agenda) and a strange feeling came over me.  Warning-I am heading into the transparent zone so beware the upcoming statement people!  If I am being truly honest with myself, I was dealing with som yucky.  Heart issue stuff.   And yes lets call it out.  Jealousy.

I was wishing that dream I had for my friend had been for me.  I was wanting my Father God to have a Word for me.  I was needing some tangible love from Him.  Just.  For.  Me-What.  About.  Me.  (And as I write this I recognize fully I have written the word “Me” fulfilling the writing quota for the year.  Ouch.)  But this was the real of where my heart sat.

I wish my response to God’s love for another would have been different.  Selfless maybe.  Joyful and glad.  Other’s focused.  And many times I genuinely do “rejoice with those who rejoice”.  But not this time.  My faith in His constant love for me appeared nonexistent in this moment.

Having finished my run on a down note I walked in my front door, headed straight to the back door to let the dog out, and IMMEDIATELY it started to rain.  And IMMEDIATELY my heart fluttered a little as I received this good, love gift from my Father.  You would think being an Oregon girl that rain wouldn’t get to me so much, but God knows I cannot stand the wet, dreary rain run.  (And especially when the wet dog would be a reality as well.)  Now, once again this coincidance situation is back on the table.  Could it be coincidance that the rain started up right after I stepped inside and was needing to recognize some “Father love” to me? Not with the way I roll.

I may not have felt the rain, but I felt the love of the Father rain down on me this morning.  (He’s got enough to go around people!)  His love is deep.  Wide.  Long.  And doesn’t quit.  Not ever.

 May I never doubt this love rain which downpours for me.  For you.  Forever.  And may we testify to the love the Father has for us.  Because when it rains.  It pours.  

Consider what situation you are currently in and need some “Rain love” from the Father.  Would you ask Him to make you aware of His close presence and love for you?

What are you in need of?  Are you in financial need?  Physical strength?  Wisdom?  Peace about the future?  Freedom from fear or addiction?  Help to overcome an obstacle?  Love for a hard to love individual?  Purpose in the now? Whatever your need-God desires to hear, answer and love you through it.  So ask Him.  And allow His love to meet you right now.





© 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