Monday, October 25, 2010

Hidden Treasure - HOLED SHELLS





Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? Romans 8:35


Fast moving long legged birds scurry with the tempo of rolling waves. The cadence of crash, roll, withdraw; crash, roll, withdraw lays out the rhythm of hunter moving after the hunted. Once a mollusk washes on shore its defense systems break down as it is rendered helpless against hungry birds with pointy beaks. The birds peck at the hard shell exposing tender flesh to be eaten.  

A battle for my soul takes place in the heavenly realm I am not privy to. I have soft spots in my fortified shell making my tender inner places susceptible to being pecked at. Certain unhealed wounds render me at risk to a less than desirable thought life. Like many of you, I have a longing to be accepted and considered acceptable. As I pray to be delivered from this weakness, I hear my Jesus say "Only I can comfort those tender places sweet child. Come and rest next to me." As I rest in His embrace, my struggles to take hold of thought and emotion whither away.   

Reflective time in God’s Word helps me to see evil or human unkindness cannot separate me from the love of Christ. Jesus pronounces the verdict of "not guilty." There is no condemnation in Christ Jesus. So, whether I encounter hardship or persecution or a "holed shell" I can rest in His embrace.

By God’s grace, our shortcomings bring for us a renewed and transformed character only troubled times can produce. We can boast gladly in our weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when we are weak, then we are strong (2 Corinthians ).

WHISTLING “Wheee!”

As I ask myself “How do I become more than a conqueror through Him who loved me?” I reflect on Psalm 91.

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. You will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flied by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at .

If you make the Most High your dwelling – even the Lord, who is my refuge – then no harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent. For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.

“Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him. With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation.”

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