Introducing… My {Dad}!

Today is day 31!

I almost can’t believe I made it… 31 days of confessing the truth of who I am… that if I am anything good, or gifted, or right… it’s because of my dad.

And where (not if) I am found lacking or wanting… it is to remind me, continually, that I really am no one apart from him and the lessons he teaches me.

So today is the day when I get to introduce you to my dad.

His name is Elohim. And El Shaddai. And Adonai. Also El Olam, Jehova Jireh, and Yahweh.

He is known by all of these and many more.

Moshia’

Hamoshia’

Savior and Deliverer.

Jesus. Yeshua. Salvation.

Yes, this is my dad… father to all who will have him.

You see… my dad… the Creator of all things… looked down upon this creation and saw that we would never be able to live up to the perfect standards of a perfect God.

It was impossible.

Not because He made it so… but because we chose our own way… the very first of us. When given the chance, chose imperfection. Something we’ve been striving against ever since.

In our jobs, in our homes, in our friendships and relationships… always missing the mark and despairing it. Always disappointed with the inadequacies of others and ourselves.

And then we blame dad like it’s his fault.

Even if I had been the first created… I would have failed as well. And if not I, then one of my children. It was bound up in us when we heard the words “freedom” and interpreted it to mean “do what makes you happy, even if it conflicts with what is good for you.” And we fell.

And fall always.

So this dad of mine… taking note of our imperfections and his longing to have us in fellowship with him eternally, devised a plan. Of course, this was a plan he’d held before creation… knowing even then that to offer us “free will” was to set the stage for his own grieved heart and separation.

Sacrifices had been made since the first mistake… animals slaughtered and offered, a blood sacrifice to cover up the error of our ways. But it only lasted as long as the smoke. And then we needed to do it again, and again, and again. And it still wasn’t quite sufficient. Because once the smoke cleared… there we were again… his desperately beloved child on the other side of the prison doors of our own insufficiencies.

And his heart broke.

So he took the piece of himself he’d wrapped in flesh, waiting for this moment, and sent him to live a human life.

Called him Son.

Jesus. Yeshua. Salvation.

Because only God Himself is good enough to pay the debt we owe. Our own lives are the penalty for our wandering ways. And wander we have…

This God-man lived among us, called us friends, spoke the language of humans while living the life of one.

We could hear him and not tremble.

We could see him and not become blind.

We could touch him and still live.

And this deceived many. We expected the prophesied Messiah to come as a warrior… and destroy the known world in our favor.

Instead, he came as a child.

And an Activist. A Doctor. A Coach, Advisor, and friend. A Counselor. An Advocate. A Gardener and lover of all creatures. A Teacher. A Public Speaker. A Healer. A Mediator. Peace.

Savior.

Yes, this God in flesh came to be our final sacrifice.

Knowing that the Deceiver would deceive and we would hate him. Hate him for flipping our world upside down… for not coming as we’d expected. For upstaging us.

For being right.

To the cross he marched, with joy set before him.

Because he knew that he could not be conquered… not even by death.

And he took upon himself all of our inadequacies, insufficiencies, mistakes… our crimes against the world, ourselves, and Him.

He wrapped himself in us… and for a moment, a dad lost sight of his son… and saw only humanity behind a locked prison door of our own doing.

The blood spilled.

The sacrifice was given.

But it wasn’t over.

The thing is… you can’t kill God.

Nietzsche was wrong… God is not dead. (Rest assured that Nietzsche knows his error.)

The price was paid. The debt covered. The blood of our Yeshua, Savior, lasts eternally… beyond the fading smoke of a sacrificial fire. Into the errors yet to be committed. The grievances yet to be filed. It’s already there.

So that when dad looks upon us.. he sees his children… perfected.

Able to cross the threshold of his kingdom, dine at his feast-filled table, and laugh until our tummies hurt.

Forever.

If you want to.

Thing is, you still have that free-will. The chance to join the party or start your own.

The invitation has been sent.

He’ll give you whatever you want… forever. If you want to live an orphaned life… you’ll get to spend it that way eternally.

You want to be adopted by a loving dad… my dad… well, he’s waiting for you in the courtroom. Documents are signed. His oath has been sworn. He’s just waiting for yours.

What are you going to do?

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One of my favorite bands, Downhere… and a great song… take a look! 🙂

  • First of all, then, I urge that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and thanksgivings be made for all people, for kings and all who are in high positions, that we may lead a peaceful and quiet life, godly and dignified in every way. This is good, and it is pleasing in the sight of God our Savior, who desires all people to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth. For there is one God, and there is one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus… (1 Timothy 2:1-5)
  • And there is salvation in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved. (Acts 4:12)
  • For with the heart one believes and is justified, and with the mouth one confesses and is saved. (Romans 10:10)
  • For in Christ Jesus you are all sons of God, through faith. (Galatians 3:26)
  • For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. 17 For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him. 18 Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe stands condemned already because they have not believed in the name of God’s one and only Son. (John 3:16-18)
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I’m spending 31 days writing about my confessions and the lessons {Dad} has taught me. This is day 31 of 31 Days in 2012.

Yes, God Uses Bird Poop

“Mommy,” asked my four year old, “How do we get trees?”

“Well, a small seed falls on the right soil… and if it gets the right amount of rain and sun, it begins to grow… and grow and grow and grow.

Then, once it’s a large tree, it begins to drop seeds to begin growing new trees.

Birds will come eat the fruit and seeds of the tree… then while they are flying, it poops, and drops the seeds it has eaten, and if that seed falls in the right place… it begins to grow too.”

*Giggle giggle*

“Yeah, that is funny, huh? God even uses bird-poop to make something big and beautiful!”

“Yeah, He uses bird-poop!” More giggles. I join the laughter as my mind begins to wrap around the story I just told.

God uses bird poop.

He uses the excrement of wild feathered creations to share His garden with the rest of the world. Really?

Because I definitely have some “bird poop” in my life. And I know people who love sharing their “bird poop” with others. Beauty can come from that?

Apparently so. Note the “bird poop” at the beginning… and the result at the end. 🙂

The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me, because the LORD has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor.

He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion— to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair.

They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the display of his splendor.

Isaiah 61: 1-3

Let your “bird poop” be a blessing today! Allow it to sink into the fertile soil, give it some sun and water, and watch what God can do!

Zoe- One Of Life’s Dear Journeys

Since my goal for this blog is to share life experiences in the hope that they uplift, inspire, and offer hope to others, I decided its time to share the story of Zoe.

Many of you relate to her story and mine. May you find some hope and peace in knowing that you are not alone and that it was not the end.

I found out I was pregnant in July of 2009. I was not thrilled. I had been hoping to have a least one full year after my son’s birth before having any other children. My son was only ten months old. I tried to not be angry because I knew that God had a plan. But I was not happy. I had an ultrasound to confirm that my Dollar Tree test was telling the truth. It was.

We left for Panama and Colombia when I was about five weeks pregnant. During our final days in Panama I began to bleed. The bleeding continued for about a week. I was also losing tissue and feared the words… I was miscarrying. I was totally cut off from my midwife, doctors, and immediate family (other than my husband).

I took the afternoon to be silent before the Lord. But before my silence, I begged Him to not punish this child simply because of my own selfishness. He began to show me how ugly my heart was and He began to clean it up. He spoke tenderly to my soul and said, “This child has life and is named Zoe because “she” has life. You can’t understand what is happening now. I am cleaning house.”

I took those words to mean that through all of the bleeding, this child would live. However, when I got home and visited my doctor, I had a starkly empty womb. The baby had passed away. Knowing that I’d heard God speak, I came home and looked up the meaning of Zoe. This is what I found:

“Zoe means life as a principle, life in the absolute sense, life as God has it, that which the Father has in Himself, and which He gave to the Incarnate Son to have in HImself… and of this life men become partakers through faith in the Lord Jesus Christ.”

-Vines Complete Expository Dictionary.

What I realized that day was that God had indeed spoken. Our child is alive… just not in our physical world. Though He removed “her” little body from this planet before the first breath, her life did not end there. It continued on into eternity and she continues to live.

Who knew that such a small child… too small to see with the naked eye, could change my life so profoundly?

One month to the day later I found out I was pregnant again (all the while trying not to get pregnant! Clearly I’m ridiculously fertile). We saw that God had plans far larger than our human minds could fathom this side of Heaven. Though I didn’t feel any more ready to be pregnant again, my heart was so restored and redeemed that I anticipated this child with a newfound sense of purpose. God had so intimately prepared the soil of our family that indeed He must have a calling for this young life (and ours).

My daughter was born to us one month after Zoe would have been born. In her stead, we are able to love and receive our daughter with gratitude. Zoe’s life, physical death, and continued spiritual life were not in vain. We look forward to meeting her in all her glory on the other side.


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