Its funny how quickly we forget.
Funny how many times I pray for something, my prayer is answered in the way I requested, and I don't even think about it or say thank you until a later date!!!!!
Lately I have been a little less passionate in my faith and I know it is because I am beginning to forget how I got here in the first place. I'm starting to think I was this girl all along. Forgetting where I came from!
Forgetting when I had no peace in my soul and cried each day on the way to work cause I couldn't hold it together anymore. Forgetting that each night I awoke half way through with a fear and a dread in the pit of my stomach.
Forgetting that life felt so pain-filled and difficult.
Forgetting the joy and the gratitude I felt when I was set free from those things and shown that God is real and he is my help and my salvation and my peace and my everything!
I couldn't shut up about it cause it was so fresh. Like someone had just saved me from drowning in a raging river. And He had.
Last night I was leafing around in my journal from back in my 'newly in-love' days, in the beginning of my new-found strong faith.
Looking at all the prayers answered. The biggest of all, before even my bad times really started, I was praying for God to lead Jason and I to more fulfilling lives! Boy did he ever!
How about I prayed that God would bless us with beautiful healthy babies AND I prayed that God would provide a way for us to not have to drop them at daycare! And our family all offered to watch her, we would have never asked.
Or "I believe that the Lord is going to bless me with peaceful sleep. I believe he's going to surround me with his angels and chase away any negative infulences that have caused me to struggle in my sleep". Gone!
And this one, which took awhile, but just came to pass - "Please help me to conquer my tendency to be unorganized and messy. Please fill me with a spirit of cleanliness and order. PLEASE help me overcome the physical chaos in my life. I cannot do it without your grace and your help".
I had tried sooo many times.
And then bigger stuff, like please let our friend survive and fully recover from a deeply embedded brain tumor.
Please let my husband survive cancer so my family can remain intact!!!
Or how about please reveal yourself to my siblings. Its so crazy that my brother's kids, including teenagers, are all of a sudden all involved in youth group and the whole family involved in church! Where the heck did that come from?!!!!
I know that our prayers aren't always answered in the way we would like. But a lot of times, even when they are, how quickly we forget!
I'm going to share a journal entry from May 22nd 2007:
Today was beautiful. In the morning we went down to the shore where Jesus called out to Simon and Peter where they were fishing. There is a little waterfall shooting out onto the beach.
Then we went to Capernaum, where they have the remains of Peter's house, where Jesus also lived. And the synagogue, where Jesus shockingly preached that He is the bread of life.
Then we went to the Mount of Beatitudes where Jesus preached the Beatitudes to 5,000 people. (you can read them here )
Then we went somewhere that changed me forever I know. The remains of a synagogue in Chorazin where Jesus preached. And Bill told the story of how Jewish men would become betrothed to their wives. Before they were married, they would sit with the woman and give her a glass of wine, saying "This is the covenant of my blood..." If the woman poured it out, she rejected him. But if she drank it, she was entering into a covenant, a promise with him, that she is pledged to him, and he will prepare a place for them in his families home, and when the place is ready for her, he will come back and get her.
So when Jesus presented the wine to the disciples and said "This is the covenant of my blood..." they knew he was saying this is a promise that he loves us and is pledged to us and he is going to prepare a place for us and he will be back for us.
You probably had to be there. Or you probably had to be me, but there was so much more said and it was maybe the most profound moment in my life.
I was one of the last to come in, so I got a seat more by myself, more toward the center. I was sitting on the ground leaning my back against a column. All of the stones were a dark charcoalish color, and the ground was gravel of the same color. It was nice to be sitting more by myself because I was so overcome and I really cried. I just put my face in my knees and cried. I can still see the dark splotches falling onto the rocks through blurry eyes.
I felt SOOOOOO loved. I have never before or since felt such strong and tangible feeling of love as I did in that moment.
So cared for. So secure. So much more than had I even just been married.
Jesus Christ. The beautiful, gorgeous, all-powerful and MIGHTY Messiah. Loves me. And I felt it. (And he loves you)
After we prayed, I weepily shared with the group how sad it is that there is so much adultery. People are looking for that 'in-love' feeling.
I left a space to continue writing, but never got around to it. I was just going to say that people are looking for that high. That in-love feeling we all know and love and is better than anything. And we seek it sometimes in ways that hurt us and hurt others and lead to nothing but brokenness and broken hearts and broken families and broken lives.
And all along there is our God, our Creator, who loves us more perfectly than anyone down here ever will. Who can fill our hearts to the brim with satisfaction, can fill our holes and wants and needs.
But we often keep looking in the wrong places!!!
I remember that night sitting on my bed in our hotel room in Jerusalem. Jesus seemed so real to me. Like I had just been with him. Like I wanted to run back and give him a hug. Like if you had just left the airport from seeing someone you realllly loved and the feeling of wanting to just see them for one more minute and embrace them.
It brought tears to my eyes, but my sister reminded me that he is in my heart. He is with me always. He is in the precious words that I read each day, that fill me with hope and encouragement and PEACE.
Peace, which I so greatly used to lack, but now so greatly possess. (Which I'm starting to forget!)
He is there to hear my thoughts, my prayers, my whispers, my cries, any time of day or night. And I know that he does because He always answers. Sometimes in subtle ways. Sometimes in outrageously amazing ways.
In the old testament, when God would do something great in someone's lives, they would often build a monument where it happened. So they wouldn't forget. Because they often did and we often do.
Just writing this blog has been huge for me this morning. I can't wait to get down on my knees and pray and read what God has for me this morning is his precious word.
And I think I am going to paint a monument. A monument to the great miracle God has done in my life. Not sure exactly what thats going to look like, but I'm sure he'll guide me!
Here is a link to the albums of my Israel trip, and a bigger photo of my special place : )
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