And the child grew and became strong in spirit; and he lived in the wilderness until he appeared publicly to Israel.
The child spoken of in the above verse is John the Baptist. John, the one called to prepare the way for the messiah, lived in the wilderness until he was 30 years of age. And then he took his part in public to proclaim the coming of the Messiah…to prepare people’s hearts for Christ’s coming into their lives.
Growing in Christ means a willingness to be who He created you to be and often times what the Lord has planned for us takes a season of preparation and that preparation can, and often times is, a wilderness experience.
So friend, if you have been in a place for far too long that seems barren and dry, keep living, keep breathing. This time will yield a bounty of fruit if you trust God in your wilderness. And know that you are not alone, many of us are walking a wilderness journey not knowing where the road will lead or end. Being a Christian is not for the faint of heart. BUT our God is MIGHTY TO SAVE and worth the wilderness.
Sorry if this seems like a downer today, but the Lord put this on my heart very strongly…..someone out there needs to read this. Know that I am praying with you.
While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them.
Continuing in my study of the Book of Luke I have come to very familiar passages for anyone who has attended Christmas services on a regular basis. I read this passage out of the new NIV translation and stopped to consider a difference in the passage than I am accustomed; “guest room.” Usually I read, “because there was no room in the inn”, not “because there was no guest room available.”
Brain started swirling and thoughts were piecing themselves together. Jesus did not come to this earth to be a guest, to visit for awhile and see all of the local sights with us. Jesus came to earth to get down in the nitty gritty of life with us. The inn, the guest room, was no place for Jesus from the very beginning. He was not meant to be a guest at the inn and He is not meant to be a guest in our lives. Jesus is to a part of us where we live; not to pass through our lives but dwell with us.
It was not a sad set of circumstances that played into Jesus being born in the stable; in the barn. Jesus was born where life happens; not where guests pass through.
Living with Jesus,
They said to her, “There is no one among your relatives who has that name.”
I do believe that the world forgets that God creates; not copies, but creates. Some of us are more “unique” than others; some of us break the mold……walk to the beat of a different drummer.
When John the Baptist was born his mother, Elizabeth, declared that the baby was to be named John. A hush fell over the room. What could she be saying?! No one and I mean no one, has ever been given that name in their family. Child birth must have been too much for poor ole Elizabeth, it mashed up her brain cells; this is just not done!!!!!
What God creates the world will try to change. My Friends, you do know that, right? Being a Christian means being willing to live as you were created.
Who I am does not often fit in this world and that presents challenges on a daily basis. It was much more difficult as a teen and young adult; now in my mid 50’s I am starting to grow into the creation God designed. The days I “allow” God’s creation to shine feel beyond excellent in my spirit; deep down in my soul. And it is wild to see those who “get” me and those who avert their eyes. But those days also come when the me that this world and I created just doesn’t want to deal with the conflict between this world and God’s Kingdom……and I “try” to fit in…………..always a BIG mistake; failure on the horizon.
The Bible is loaded with God saying, “It ain’t easy being green”…..course that is the Sesame Street version, but you get my drift. Being a Christian means that God has given you a name that is not in the family of this world. Claim it, receive it, live it. I am trying and I pray you are too.
In the Name of the One Who Creates,
“Blessed is she who has believed that what the Lord has said to her will be accomplished!”
Sad to say but I have not picked up my Bible since the last time I wrote a blog. Let life get in the way. All my own fault; no one to blame but me.
I have been waking up just after 4 a.m. almost every morning. Most of the time I look at the clock and wonder why all of a sudden my body has decided to make me a very early morning person, and most days I choose to roll over and try to check a few more Z’ZZZZZZs. BUT this morning I began to wonder if the Lord were changing me in some way for some reason and thought, “I need His Word.” Got up, brushed me teeth (can’t read Scripture with grungy morning teeth), and sat down to read. Not knowing exactly where to start I asked the Lord from some guidance. I felt compelled to read the words written by a physician who spend large spans of time with Paul. To hear how this very learned man captured and shared the life of Jesus and the days of the early church. I desired to hear from someone who had been there.
We recently celebrated Mom’s 98th birthday! I know I have shared about my mom before and it is time to do that again. She is living testament of peace and grace. I have never known my mother to doubt, to waver in her conviction of who Christ is and she possesses a bottomless depth of trust in Him.
“Blessed is she who has believed that what the Lord has said to her will be accomplished!” Luke was retelling the greeting of Elizabeth upon Mary’s visit to her when Elizabeth was pregnant with John and Mary was pregnant with Jesus. The Bible says that Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit and in a loud voice made the proclamation that we read in Luke 1:45.
Blessed is she who believed………. Mom may no longer walk, forgets our names from time to time, needs help with most of her daily functions, spends large portions of the day sleeping and gazing out the window, can no longer retell her favorite stories, BUT she is blessed because she has believed and does believe. Peace surrounds her and lives in every pore of her being. God has accomplished what Mom has always trusted He would do; care for her and those she loves. Mom trusts the Lord with everything. She would often tell us that she has never had a headache….who can say such a thing?! But it all makes sense…she trusts the Lord with all her burdens and concerns. She allows the Lord to do His job and carry her load; that is what He promised He would do. The wheelchair does not concern Mom because it is the Lord who carries her. Loss of memory does not bother Mom because the Lord knows her heart and her every thought. Forgetting her childrens’ names is of no concern because the light in her eyes upon seeing us reveals how deeply she knows us and loves us; the Lord has taught her to speak in ways the world knows not.
I may be a little long winded today but where my Mom is concerned I could go on and on about what her 98 years on this earth has declared about the Truth of God’s Word. “Blessed is she who has believed that what the Lord has said to her will be accomplished!”
Thanks for reading,