For whatsoever is born of God overcometh the world: and this is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith. 1John 5:4
I showed my family my bucket of berries, when I returned home. There were just enough to make a large delicious cobbler. I didn’t show them my legs that were cut and scared form the thorns. I didn’t complain about the tall wet grass, the spiders, or my fear of snakes. I didn’t tell them about the fights with the dog. I just showed off my bucked of berries. When they asked me how I had gotten so many when there were so few at a glance, I told them I picked them one berry at a time then I washed them and prepared them for the cobbler.
We come to church and we have no victories. We complain about how hard it has been for us. How we have been hurt by others or scared. We talk about how there are so many spider webs and about the tall wet grass. We are not willing to tear down the webs it takes time and energy. We don’t want to get wet because that makes us miserable. We don’t want to fight the dog or look out for snakes but we sure want the cobbler. We think that by our works of showing up to church or teaching a Sunday school class or being a deacon or singing in the choir we will have a trophy to lay at the feet of our master. We won’t, we haven’t been willing to pay the price. We will stand there empty handed. The berries are not here on Sunday morning they are out there during the week in the fields ripe unto harvest and you continue to walk by them saying if they want the Lord they know where the church is. The father is crying stop and start now one soul at a time.
When I arrived at home, I showered and took some ultra healing lotion and rubbed it into my cut up legs and hands. It was so soothing and you could hardly see the cuts. They still stung a little but I hardly noticed, and as I smelled the cobbler cooking the snakes and spiders were a distant memory.
Jesus is the balm of Gilead and he will soothe your cuts. They may sting a little but you won’t even notice when you lay your trophies at his feet. He is crying to you today. Won’t you work in my fields; won’t you help with the harvest? I’m only asking you for one soul at a time.
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Tuesday, June 17, 2008
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About Me
- Becky
- Macon, MS., United States
- I was born and raised in Mississippi and it’s where I live today with my husband of 26 years, Mike. The Lord blessed us with three beautiful children, Lesley, Sarah and Shannon. Accepting the role of caretaker, I moved into my parents’ home to care for my mother, who suffers with cancer, and my father, a great man of faith in Jesus Christ, who recently passed away after his long battle with Alzheimer’s. Loss is, unfortunately, no stranger to me. I was 29 when, my sister and best friend passed away from heart complications at the ripe age of 28. I am comforted knowing they are both reunited with our heavenly father in Heaven. Through my 51 years, I have experienced most of what the world has to offer and found my peace, joy and hope in Christ alone. I have worked as a software trainer for 12 years, but my true passion is loving people. My burden for souls is unquenchable. I maintain an unyielding stance against phariseeism. I am an outgoing, opinionated, intuitive, generous, passionate, forgiving free spirit, who loves the Lord above all else. While reading my blog it is my desire that you experience the Presence of Almighty God.
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