CELEBRATING 16 YEARS

Oh, taste and see that the LORD is good;

blessed is the man who trusts in him.

(Psalm 34:8, NKJV)

This past Monday, AT THE FOOT OF THE CROSS celebrated its 16th birthday. 

My desire was to celebrate this anniversary by writing a special post that would encourage those who need encouraging, bring hope to those who are feeling hopeless, and point the way to Jesus.  

I thought and thought about what to write, but no thoughts came. Not until my quiet time this morning when I noticed that today's devotional quoted the same verse from Psalm 34 that I had quoted at the top of my very first blog post. 

Back then, as now, my desire was to encourage others by sharing about God's goodness and the ways He has worked in my life. I was going to call the blog Streams of Living Water and even had what I thought was a perfect graphic picked out, but the Lord had a different plan. He reminded me that although streams of living water may be where the action takes place, we first need to be transformed.

Transformation can only happen when we lay our burdens down at the foot of the cross. At the foot of the cross there is mercy and grace. There is forgiveness, healing, and deliverance. It's where the slate gets wiped clean and we can have a fresh start. 

At one point during my adventure in Blogland, I had several blogs going that I was trying to promote in order to attract viewers. It got to be too much, so I decided to consolidate them and redirect readers to what had been my very first blog, Random Thoughts of a Great-Granny Grandma. 

Two years later, however, during an unexpected season of great weariness, discouragement, and overwhelm that left me feeling like a bop bag that has been bopped so many times it has developed a slow leak that is making it harder and harder to pop back up again, I remembered this blog and returned to it, seeking comfort at the foot of the cross. 

When I did, I purposed to turn it over to the Lord to use as He sees fit. I still post random thoughts and interact with my blog friends on my great-granny grandma blog, but my posts here are deeper and more personal. Who gets to see them--whether one person or many--is entirely in His hands. I committed not to use hashtags or share to social media in order to try and gain viewers.

Back to Psalm 34. I am currently reading through The Living Bible, and liked its version of verse 19, which says that the righteous man or woman is not spared from trouble. He or she has troubles too, but is helped through each and every one of them by the Lord. This has been so true for me.

Even when I don't understand what is happening or why, God has always been the one constant, the one thing that never changes. In retrospect, I can see how even the harshest experiences were a part of His purpose and plan, leading me to where I am today.

I am so grateful for His unconditional love, longsuffering patience, and that He never gives up on me. I am so thankful for the perfect design He is weaving into the tapestry of my life, making some of my greatest regrets the very things that led me to Jesus. Had it been otherwise, would I ever have felt a need for His saving grace?

OH YE OF LITTLE FAITH...

"You of little faith," Jesus replied, "why are you so

afraid?" Then He got up and rebuked the winds 

and the sea, and it was perfectly calm. 

(Matthew 8:26, BSB)

These words Jesus spoke to His disciples came to me and convicted me when a friend called to share some amazing news.

We had been praying for one of the members of our Bible study group who had been taken to the Emergency Room for nausea and shortness of breath. Defective heart valves had led to heart failure, which caused pneumonia, and she was now lying, intubated, in the ICU. 

For me, this was a very deja vue experience that brought back memories of my own similar experience over seven years ago (documented here) when those closest to me thought I was not going to make it, but the prayers of my church family and friends who did battle for me in the spiritual realm prevailed, and I am still here today to bear witness to it.

My fervent prayer was for the Lord's mercy and grace, and that He would glorify His name by granting her the same miracle He had granted me.

And then came news that the pneumonia was getting worse--not better. Our friend's organs had started shutting down, and they expected her heart to fail within the next 24 hours or so as well.

Even though I know and believe that only God knows the number of our days, my faith started to waver. Maybe her healing was meant to come on the other side rather than here in this world? 

Allowing myself to be moved by circumstances and what my senses and intellect were telling me, rather than by trust in God who is in control and has the last word, no matter how convincing things may look in the natural, I changed my prayer to one that the Lord would keep her comfortable and let her pass peacefully into the arms of Jesus.

Back to the phone call I mentioned at the top of my post. 

Our friend had been taken off of life support, and my expectation was that the next words would be that she had passed, but no. Much to everyone's amazement, she had started breathing on her own--and talking--and had even eaten some eggs. Plans were being made to move her out of the ICU and into a regular hospice room. Wow!!!

Later, in my quiet time, when I opened my Bible to the reading for the day, it was the story of Lazarus, and my eyes fell on Jesus' words in John 11:4--"The purpose of this illness is not death, but for the glory of God" (TLB).