Not of guns and bombs

Well, I made it. Through my first day, I mean. It is as mind-numbing and boring as I thought, but oddly enough I am feeling okay about it. I know tomorrow when I start painting my nails with white out and re-enacting "Attack of the Clones" with paper clips, that I may think otherwise.

But really, I am feeling good about having a job where I have, as Vicki pointed out tonight, visable results. Besides, I do my job, make my money and leave it all behind. And I am thinking, that having a job which requires little energy will allow me to invest it elsewhere- in what I really am passionate about. Of course, it would be nice to work in my passion- but I am trusting God with this.

Speaking of trusting God, please pray for my family. My mom is out of work and as the main bread-winner this is scary. I don't want to get into too much of it here, you can talk to her about it, but really it is devastating. As if battling breast cancer this past year and my dad's disability wasn't enough!

Pray specifically, that God will open doors for her and my dad, that the truth will set them free from any lies or bondage of the enemy, that the love of God will pierce the fear, and that they will embrace their authority in Christ.

This is warfare, not of guns and bombs- but of the soul and spirit. And I keep coming back to the truth that God is Love- that in Him is no darkness, that He will not leave us high and dry, that He will not forsake us, for we are His Children- His precious Children. The following verse comes to mind:

God is our refuge and strength,
a very present help in trouble.
2Therefore we will not fear though the earth gives way,
though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea,
3though its waters roar and foam,
though the mountains tremble at its swelling.
Selah
4There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
the holy habitation of the Most High.
5God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved;
God will help her when morning dawns.
Psalm 46:1-5

At first as I read this, the beginning verse stuck out to me about the compassion of the Father, but then, as I continued reading, verses 4 and 5 really spoke to me. I don't know how theologically correct I am, but I just sensed that my mom, and really all believers are the "holy habitation of the Most High". He dwells within and among us, that we are in Him and He in us. This is the Church.

With that said, God is in the midst of us, we shall not be moved and God will help us when the morning dawns! As the Children of God- we are utterly safe in His love, protection, provision and strength. And that nothing... nothing, can mess with this- not even our failings, not even the harm inflicted upon us, and surely not even death.

Okay, so I will stop preaching. I just want to claim these promises on behalf of my mom- she is my hero, for she continues to stand firm in the faith that God is faithful, loving and sovereign.

Blessed be the name of the Lord on the road marked with suffering, though there's pain in the offering, Blessed be the name...


Peace,