Re: Realign

When conditions align themselves at sunset, the sun angle and the amount and location of clouds, the results can be amazing. But if we’re in the wrong place, if our perspective is off, we may miss the spectacular show.

In the same way, we may find ourselves offset from our Heavenly Father’s heart, his intent, his purposes. In order to see and be a part of the spectacular work he is doing, we need to realign our hearts with his.

(The following verses are my interpretation of verses from the Psalms (NLT))

I know my heart is on the right track to realign with His, when it hears the Father say, “Come and talk with me.” And my heart responds, “Lord, I am coming.” from Psalm 27:8

When my heart is discouraged, when my heart is sad, I realign it and put my hope in my Father! I will praise him again— my Savior and my God! from Psalm 42:11

I ask my Father to search me and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts, to show me where I need to realign with Him. from Psalm 139:23

To realign with Him and His word, I confess the sin in my heart, then I can be assured my Father listens to me. from Psalm 66:18

Part of realigning my heart with His, is hiding His word in my heart, that I might not sin against Him. from Psalm 119:11

I can ask my Father to create in me a clean heart and realign my spirit with His. from Psalm 51:10

Then the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart aligns with the Father and pleases Him. Psalm 19:14

His light shines on me, and joy fills my heart when I’ve realigned it with His. from Psalm 97:11

Prayer: Heavenly Father, thank you that your word instructs me in how to realign my heart with yours. You are my great treasure and your word is my delight. (from Psalm 119:11) With all my heart I want your blessings and ask for your mercy (from Psalm 119:58), that my life might be a testimony of your realigning power. 

 

 

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Re: Ready

Yes. I know. Ready isn’t technically a Re word, a word that has re as a prefix. But in order to undertake my list of Re words, I felt the need to be Ready.

Ready. Prepared for whatever the Lord has planned. In fit condition for immediate action when He calls. Equipped for the purposes He has. Willing.

To be ready, I need to be in His word.
Psalm 119:105 Your word is a lamp to guide my feet and a light for my path.
Psalm 119:130 The teaching of your word gives light, so even the simple can understand.

In prayer.
Colossians 4:2 Devote yourselves to prayer with an alert mind and a thankful heart.
Ephesians 6:18 Pray in the Spirit at all times and on every occasion. Stay alert and be persistent in your prayers for all believers everywhere.

In fellowship.
Hebrews 10:24-25 Let us think of ways to motivate one another to acts of love and good works.And let us not neglect our meeting together, as some people do, but encourage one another, especially now that the day of his return is drawing near.
1 John 1:7 But if we are living in the light, as God is in the light, then we have fellowship with each other, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, cleanses us from all sin.

When I’m ready, the Lord can use me.
Matthew 5:16. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in Heaven.
1 Peter‬ ‭3:15-16‬ Instead, you must worship Christ as Lord of your life. And if someone asks about your hope as a believer, always be ready to explain it. But do this in a gentle and respectful way. Keep your conscience clear. Then if people speak against you, they will be ashamed when they see what a good life you live because you belong to Christ.”

Prayer: Lord, help me to do what I need to do to be ready. Let it be that I no longer live, but Christ who lives in me. And may I live by trusting in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.

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Personal Reflection: Re

Our God is faithful. He is trustworthy. He is patient.

If I trip. If I’m discouraged. If I’m sad. If I need to see what He’s done.

He helps me up again. He brings me to a place of hope again. Of praise again. Where I can see what he’s done again.

If God would Re for me, what would it be?

If I could Re, what would it be?

What a great question. With so many answers. Different for each of us. Different in various seasons of our lives. Different in the myriad of circumstances we go through.

Some days I need to be reminded. Or be refilled. Or  be renewed.

I look to God to rescue, to redeem, to restore.

He calls me to rejoice, to relate, to remember.

And these are just a few of the Re’s that will be.

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2019. Let’s Re. Let’s be Re.

This year, I decided to take a look at all the Re’s the Lord gives us. Re’s have popped up in various places. Bible study. Sermons. Worship. The Re words are everywhere. And I realized (see, there’s one), they are amazing words. And the Lord offers them to us. So, I want to offer them to you.
I thought I’d only do a month’s worth, one a day. But as I compiled the list, I came up with over 52 words that start with Re.
That’s a word a week.
Not sure what this will look like or if I’ll last the entire year. But I’ll start. And see where the Spirit takes me.
Merriam Webster’s defines Re as again; back to an original place, condition, etc.
The British Dictionary defines Re as indicating a return to a previous condition.
Online Entomology Dictionary describes the word origin and history for Re:
A word forming element meaning “back to the original place; again, anew, once more,” also with a sense of undoing,” c.1200, from Old French and directly from Latin re- “again, back, anew, against.”
And as I mentioned, I’ve discovered over 52 to words (and my list keeps getting longer).
Each week I’ll post a new word. With questions the following day. And Scriptures to follow. And if possible, a corresponding song.  And some of my personal reflections on the word.
May the Spirit guide and inspire us as we go.

Grace & Peace

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Miracles: light of one man’s world

The fading light of dusk casts the city in shadows as I cautiously make my way through the streets, staying close to the walls. Jerusalem swells with crowds, as it always does during holy festivals, and the travelers push and jostle along.

Every once in a while lamp light spills from a window, illuminating a small area of the street. Otherwise, the shadows thicken. I run my hand along the rough stone, to alert me when the building ends and a side street begins. My eyes burn from city dust competing with my exhaustion. The Rabbi spent most of the day teaching in the temple courts and, now, he and his followers retreat to the garden outside the city to spend the night. Many of the others have friends or family to visit.

I tug my shawl tighter about my shoulders, trying to ward of the wind’s chill, and search for a sheltered place to settle down for the night. The wall suddenly gives way and my foot connects with something. I stumble but keep from going headlong onto the street.

“Hey,” greets me from evening’s darkness.

I squint my eyes. “Who’s there? I’m so sorry. I can’t see a thing.”

“No worries. Just my legs you’ve tripped over. A bit challenging in the dark, I’m sure.” The deep voice of the owner sounds like he’s smiling. “Have you lost your way?”

“Your question implies I’m going somewhere. I have no place to go, so I suppose I’m not lost.”

“Then you’re welcome to join me. Not much cover, but it will do for the night. There’s a little space next to me.”

I look up and down the street. The crowds are starting to thin as travelers find refuge in warm, lamp lit homes and inns. I know no one and my pockets are empty. I grope the empty space until I make contact with stone again. His legs stick out from an alcove in the wall. Following the stones down, I find the space he’s talking about. I settle in next to him making myself as small as possible against the opposite side. Not wanting my bare legs exposed, I fold them in and hug them close.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“No worries,” he says again. “You must be desperate, to take me up on my humble offer.”

Desperate? Am I? I haven’t felt it in such a long time. Desperate has slowly dissipated the more time I spend with the Rabbi. Yet, here I am. “In need, tonight. I think.”

“Then I’m happy to help someone in need,” he says.

We fall into comfortable silence, without obligation to tell our stories or want of unnecessary talk. The alcove blocks the wind and I’m soon warm enough that sleep slips over me, pulling me into her arms.

A curse jolts me awake. A shadow looms over us in the grey light of dawn. A shadow curses again and kicks my companion in the shin. “Stupid blind beggar.” He spits and stomps away.

Blind? I take a hard look at my companion and in the dim light I notice two things. One I see the milky white film covering his eyes. He stares straight ahead, I assume seeing nothing. And two, he looks young and vulnerable. He grimaces and wipes away the spittle that landed on his chest.

“People can be cruel.” With my reputation, I’ve had my fare share.

He shakes a small basket and coins clink together. “But they also have great capacity to care.”

I open my mouth to say the coins are guilt offerings, made by those who want to feel better about themselves. They drop a few coins and think they’ve done good. Rather than getting involved and really caring.

What stills my tongue? In the past, I would have spit back at the rude man, regardless of the consequences.

As daylight grows, I see that my companion is indeed young. Years younger than I feel. I attribute his optimism with his youth.

I hear the familiar voice before I see the familiar face and peek out from under the folds of my shawl. In the grey light of dawn, the Rabbi and his disciples pause on the street in front of our alcove. “Rabbi,” one of the disciples say, “why was this man born blind? Was it because of his own sins or his parents’ sins?”

“It was not because of his sins or his parents’ sins.” The rabbi crouches down and looks into the man’s unseeing eyes.

The blind man. We haven’t even exchanged names. But on the streets, we rarely use names.

“This happened so the power of God could be seen in him,” the rabbi continues. “We must quickly carry out the tasks assigned us by the one who sent us.a The night is coming, and then no one can work. But while I am here in the world, I am the light of the world.”

The rabbi suddenly spits and shock washes over me. Not my rabbi. He wouldn’t. Would he? But then I notice he’s spit on the ground, not on my young friend. He makes mud with the saliva and scoops it up with his fingers. He takes the man’s hand and whispers “be still.” The rabbi spreads the mud over the his blind eyes. He then grasps the hand he holds and pulls him to his feet.

“Go wash yourself in the pool of Siloam.”

I lean forward to watch as my friend uses the wall as his guide and makes his way down the street. I glance up at the rabbi, who also watches. A smile plays on his lips.

As the first rays of sun cascade over the city walls, I adjust my shawl about my head and shoulders and sit back to wait. I’m quite certain when my friend returns, he will no longer be the blind beggar, but the man who once was blind but now sees.

Grace & Peace

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