Ready or not…

I am NOT ready for Fall. Autumn. That beautiful season of the year, at least in our part of the world, when God paints His creation in gorgeous golds and oranges and reds, and the temperatures drop enough that I pull on a sweater or jacket. I am NOT ready to put away my flip flops and shorts. I am NOT ready for short days and long nights… for Halloween decorations or planning Thanksgiving dinner. But ready or not, here it comes! It’s Fall, y’all!! 

What AM I ready for?? Birthdays for my Dad and three of my grandchildren are in the Fall. Making pumpkin pie and pumpkin roll for my family. Frost killing off the ragweed is high on the list. Riding my bike in cooler weather means longer distances and gorgeous scenery. Mums. A fire in the evening to take the chill out of the air because we don’t want to turn on the heat yet. The whole family and more coming together around several tables at Thanksgiving. It’s mayhem and I love every minute of it… Just not the planning part ;).

The song in my head this morning is Kristian Stanfill’s Even So Come. 

Like a bride waiting for her groom
We’ll be a Church ready for You
Every heart longing for our King
We sing
Even so come
Lord Jesus, come

Since I was a kid, I’ve been playing and singing Jesus Is Coming Soon, an old southern gospel song. Forty years later I am still waiting. But I’m ready!! I gave my heart to Jesus a long time ago, and I have tried to serve Him the best way I know how through the years. Sometimes I got it right. Sometimes I didn’t. But we have walked this journey together, usually with Him carrying me!! I have longed for the day when I see His precious face. I may not be ready for cold weather or the holidays, but I AM ready for You, Lord. And until that day, use me. Make me an instrument of Your peace. Even if I have to wear a jacket to do it.

Even so come, Lord Jesus.

Click here to listen to Even So Come. 

Even So Come

I freed a butterfly yesterday. The poor thing was trapped in a spider’s web outside the kitchen window. Its wing had been caught at the top edge, just enough to keep it trapped but not enough to stop it altogether, so that it was more tethered than trapped. This beautiful creature would take off as if to fly away from its bonds only to struggle and flap its wings to no avail, rest a while, and then repeat the agonizing process again and again.

I couldn’t stand it. I pulled a pair of scissors out of the drawer and carefully opened the window. The butterfly continued its “take off-struggle-rest” cycle so that it was difficult to get the scissors in the right place. During a brief rest period, I was able to snip the strand of web that was keeping the butterfly stuck in the spider’s snare. In an instant, it was soaring high and fast, farther and farther away from its earthly trappings, finally free to be the creature God made it to be.

As I opened my eyes this morning, a line from Kristian Stanfill’s song, Even So Come, was singing over me and through me.

Every heart longing for her King

We sing

Even so, come

Lord Jesus, come

Come, Lord Jesus, and free me from this web that is keeping me from being the woman You created me to be.

Come, Lord Jesus, and free me from the tethers that hold me to my old life, my earthly life, my selfish and sinful life… Chains that bind me to what I can’t even see, yet they keep me from soaring toward all that you have waiting for me. 

I cannot free myself. You’ve watched me struggle to break free, and You’ve seen me worn out with the trying. 

You’ve welcomed me when I came to You for rest from the fight, only to see me return to the restraints and constrictions of my own choosing. 

Come, Lord Jesus, and sever the tie. Help me to rest in Your goodness and grace, Your mercy and unfailing love. Already, I give You the praise and the glory for it. There is none like You. Amen.

Click here to listen to Even So Come from Kristian Stanfill.

One Thing Remains

Rule number one in a house with a newborn: If the baby ain’t sleepin’, ain’t nobody sleepin’! Especially not his momma. I watched her all night with her baby boy, up and down, nursing, changing, rocking, burping, quieting, changing, feeding, on an endless loop. She’s a natural. Born to be a momma, though her younger brothers may have a different opinion about that, she has a naturally quiet way with her son. Quiet whispers, gentle soothing sounds, confident hands-on nurturing and loving and caring for her baby until he can care for himself someday. (And it won’t stop there!)

“Your love never fails, it never gives up, it never runs out on me.” I woke up with these words in my head from Kristian Stanfill’s song, One Thing Remains.

Higher than the mountains that I face
Stronger than the power of the grave
Constant in the trial and the change
One thing remains

On and on and on and on it goes
It overwhelms and satisfies my soul
And I never, ever, have to be afraid
One thing remains

Your love never fails, never gives up
Never runs out on me

In death, in life
I’m confident and covered by the power of Your great love
My debt is paid
There’s nothing that can separate my heart from Your great love

God’s love never fails us. Ever. Like a new mother, God has a naturally quiet way with his children. He speaks in quiet whispers, gentle soothing sounds, confident hands-on nurturing and loving. His Holy Spirit guides us in the way we should go. When we are stressed, in pain, struggling to hang on, God is there in the middle of it, carrying us through until we can stand on our own. In the middle of it all, one thing remains. God’s perfect love.

Click here to listen to One Thing Remains by Kristian Stanfill.

Featured image: I love baby hands!! This is Samuel’s hand in mine. And as precious as it is to hold his sweet perfect hand in mine, it cannot compare to how God holds my hand, my life, in his hands.