The End of the Journey

 

 

 

 

 

 The promise of “arrival” and “rest”

is still there for God’s people.

God himself is at rest.

And at the end of the journey

we’ll surely rest with God.

—Hebrews 4:10

 

Where will you be at the end of your journey?

 

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No Good Tree

 

 

 

What fruit comes from my life?

Am I more like a thornbush or a fig tree?

What is stored up in my heart?

Is it good……or not?

 

 

 

 

No good tree bears bad fruit, nor does a bad tree bear good fruit.  Each tree is recognized by its own fruit. People do not pick figs from thornbushes, or grapes from briers.  A good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and an evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For the mouth speaks what the heart is full of.

—Luke 6:43-45

 

 

 

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Should No Longer

 

 

It was just one of those days.

I longed to be home, but I had several things I needed to do before I left work.

Among my many tasks, I needed to load quite a bit of equipment into my car to transport to a job related event.

As I walked out to the parking lot, I noticed a very tall flower blooming all by itself in what seemed to be a dimly lit area of soil near one of the buildings I was passing.

There were other plants nearly, but this was the only one of this type in that small section.

In the loading process, I passed this flower three times.

The last time, I decided to get out my phone and snap a picture of it.

It really was very lovely.

The white petals had unfurled in contrast to the greenery beneath them.

The gold and lavender embellishments only added to the magnificently delicate beauty of the bloom.

In a rush, it could have been so easily missed.

Somehow, I had noticed it.

What had only been a green plant before had quickly turned into a burst of color and life.

A change had occurred.

A noticeable change.

When we accept Jesus as our Savior, a change occurs.

A noticeable change.

We no longer are to live for ourselves, but for Him who died for us and purchased back our lives.

Blooming with color, we are embellished with forgiveness and love.

 

 

For Christ’s love compels us, because we are convinced that one died for all, and therefore all died.  And he died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for him who died for them and was raised again.

—2 Corinthians 5:14-15

 

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Make His Praise Glorious

 

 

 

The handbells rang out with melodies of praise.

Bells that were silent until the hands of those behind raised them to ring such praise.

Each one stood, unashamed to show honor to the God of the universe.

 

 

 

 

 

Shout for joy to God, all the earth!
    Sing the glory of his name;
    make his praise glorious.
 Say to God, “How awesome are your deeds!
    So great is your power
    that your enemies cringe before you.
 All the earth bows down to you;
    they sing praise to you,
    they sing the praises of your name.”

—Psalm 66:1-4

 

Direct Me in the Path

 

 Direct me in the path of your commands, for there I find delight.

–Psalm 119:35

 

Direction—-or perhaps, redirection.

God truly does direct us.

In the last several weeks, I have been directed.

And redirected.

Set on a course to learn, to see and to understand about a specific lesson.

I have opened a book, looking for one thing, only to have my eyes fall on information about the lesson.

Volunteering to help for a particular cause, I find out later that it also involves the lesson.

Just last week, several people that I know took part in an event.

As I began to research the event’s content, I found that it also involved the lesson.

Most recently, I was looking online to find a video that I had previously seen at work.

Somehow, without even knowing, I must have touched a link.

Opening on my screen in front of me was a different video–involving the lesson.

I am taking in everything I can when this happens.

Not believing in coincidences, I know that God is exposing me to specific knowledge for a reason.

His purpose in all of this is not completely clear to me at this time.

That’s okay.

In God’s time, His purpose will become clear, if He wants it to.

He can see the map when I cannot.

Directed.

Redirected.

My eyes are open to see the lesson.

Take a moment to substitute a word in place of "the lesson."

Choose a word that is meaningful to you–truthfulness, kindness, encouragement; trust, compassion, steadfastness; parenting, teaching, serving—and read the paragraphs above with that word instead.

Does God’s redirection of my life take on new meaning as you think of something dear to your heart?

Watch.

Notice.

Be aware of God’s leading.

He will direct you—or redirect you, on the path He wants you to take.

 

 

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steps

 

 

 Direct me in the path of your commands, for there I find delight.

–Psalm 119:35

 

Direction—-or perhaps, redirection.

God truly does direct us.

In the last several weeks, I have been directed.

And redirected.

Set on a course to learn, to see and to understand about a specific lesson.

I have opened a book, looking for one thing, only to have my eyes fall on information about the lesson.

Volunteering to help for a particular cause, I find out later that it also involves the lesson.

Just last week, several people that I know took part in an event.

As I began to research the event’s content, I found that it also involved the lesson.

Most recently, I was looking online to find a video that I had previously seen at work.

Somehow, without even knowing, I must have touched a link.

Opening on my screen in front of me was a different video–involving the lesson.

I am taking in everything I can when this happens.

Not believing in coincidences, I know that God is exposing me to specific knowledge for a reason.

His purpose in all of this is not completely clear to me at this time.

That’s okay.

In God’s time, His purpose will become clear, if He wants it to.

Directed.

Redirected.

My eyes are open to see the lesson.

Take a moment to substitute a word in place of "the lesson."

Choose a word that is meaningful to you–truthfulness, kindness, encouragement; trust, compassion, steadfastness; parenting, teaching, serving—and read the paragraphs above with that word instead.

Does God’s redirection of my life take on new meaning as you think of something dear to your heart?

Watch.

Notice.

Be aware of God’s leading.

He will direct you—or redirect you, on the path He wants you to take.

 

 

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Who Comforts Us

 

 

 

It was dark outside when my alarm went off.

I remembered.

Today was the day that I was having some diagnostic testing done at the hospital.

Having been told to arrive early, I got dressed and ready for the trip.

Walking through the tall, glass doors at the entrance, I took my place at the end of the line that was populated with people in similar circumstances as my own.

I am certain that there were those waiting in line who were dealing with health issues much more serious than what had brought me there.

After the preliminary task of signing virtual "papers," producing an insurance card and also a driver’s license, I was led away to a preparation area, complete with patient beds and scurrying nurses.

As I lay quietly under the pre-warmed blankets, staring at the ceiling and the upper netted portion of the privacy curtain, I became aware of soft music playing through speakers in the room.

I immediately recognized the sound—a nylon stringed acoustic guitar.

As I listened, the music paused.

It was replaced by a man’s voice.

Identifying himself as the president of the hospital, he continued with a message to all patients.

He expressed how sorry he was that our health was such that we had to be in the hospital.

That being said, he wanted us to know that this hospital was different than some.

It was a Christian hospital—-a house of prayer and a place of healing.

Going on, he assured us that there were people connected with the hospital who were praying for us.

I believe the last words of his message were, "Please know that you are being prayed for."

As the music resumed, I pondered his words gratefully.

In all truthfulness, I had not been feeling a lot of apprehension about the procedure I was slated for.

God had calmed my fears.

Yet, the assuring words of the hospital administrator offered even more comfort.

What about all the other hundreds of patients who heard his message?

Those about to go into surgery?

Weary men and women fighting infection and disease?

Mothers about to give birth?

They all must have heard the message, too.

"House of prayer"

"Place of healing"

"You are being prayed for"

I am thankful to God for allowing me to hear those words this morning as I waited.

I am glad that the hospital president was faithful in speaking such words of comfort and encouragement to those who were placed within the care of the facility God has allowed him to oversee.

 

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort,  who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.

—2 Corinthians 1:3-4

 

 

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Love is Kind

 

 

 

A dear, sweet friend gave me pink flowers and a box of chocolates for Easter.

In her eighties now, she has a way about her that is kind and thoughtful, graceful and sincere.

She thinks of others and takes the time to send cards—the "real" ones you can hold in your hand that come in an actual mailbox.

What would God have me learn from her?

Kindness?

Thoughtfulness?

A giving attitude?

He certainly put her in my life for a reason.

As we think of special people we know that display Christ-like love to others, how are we to respond to their example?

 

 

 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.

–1 Corinthians 13:4

 

 

 

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