...Say to this mountain

MOVE

and it 

Will Move 

Matthew 17:20

This is a blog for the broken-hearted - raw, unfiltered, and real. It is a place of hope and inspiration - stories of God's intimate reach, even in the darkest places. 

 

Updated: Jun 24, 2020







The weight of time slips through windows making shadows bounce in already darkened places. Its silent approach emerges from deep, like winds through twisted vines and gnarled-up branches.


Thoughts roll in like a storm without warning. LIFE IS FLEETING, you know this full well.

Your reminded when the day has passed and your best intentions fall apart. You remember from your wakened sleep how a stressful day interfered with family dinner. You cringe to knots when the call comes in - someone was rushed to the hospital.


A mind once captured by distractions remembers the day's misplaced importance.


It has been said loss creates appreciation. Death defines the importance of life. Lost time illuminates the hope of second chances. Grief ignites a craving for love gone by. We can't live stuck in moments of loss, yet we must remember what we have learned.


We have MOMENTS. Make them count.


It's good to remember that today may be all we have. Relish in your moments and make good use of your time. But aren't we also supposed to be wise and plan for tomorrow? The Lord does have plans for our future, after all. It tells us this in Jeremiah 29:11.

So how can we know where to place our importance each day?


Isaiah 30:21 NIV says "Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, 'this is the way; walk in it.'" Philippians 4:6 NIV tell us, "Do not be anxious about anything, but in EVERY situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God."


How do we keep straight our path?

We ask.

We seek.

We remember the THRONE.


Lord, I ask that you guide us in all things... in all moments... through all of our days.

Thank you for your loving guidance.

In Jesus' name, Amen.














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  • Jenny Muscatell

Updated: Jun 24, 2020


Matthew 18:2-4 NIV "He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them. And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven."


God changed and became a little child. He took on the lowly position of the baby, Jesus - born in a manger. He chose Mary to be His mother. He went from having it all, to having nothing. But what was the one thing he made certain He would have here on earth?


...Love


The world may have hated Him, but Jesus had earthly parents and a Father in Heaven who loved Him. He found friends who loved Him. Love, after all, was the reason He came.


He came and experienced it ALL. Every hardship you could name; He felt it. He put himself, willingly, through pain and torment so he could relate to us, so He could show us love.


Experiencing difficult situations gives us an empathy for others who have similar hardships. I've felt the ache of what it takes to rebuild new life after a spouse dies, thus developed a compassion and understanding for those who must also weather that storm. I have spent the majority of my life and career standing guard over the vulnerable. I've walked the road of palliative care for a child's incurable illness. I know what it feels like to buy life's time in hopes for medical advancements and miraculous interventions. This gives me a heart and warm sense of protection over others who face the same. BUT, I've also experienced the comfort of God's love, the undeniable intervention of his perfect hand - the miracle that is HIM. These experiences develop relationships and healthy relationships develop people.


Jesus came to have a relationship with us. He doesn't force us to do what he wants, but he does tell us the way we should go. He knows what's best and wants us to choose it. He doesn't want us to develop a love of self or money. He wants us to develop a love for Him and through that relationship with Him, we can learn and know how best to love others.


1 Corinthians 13:1-7 NIV "If I speak in the tongue of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."


Jesus came. He went through all of it for us. He went through all of it for love.


And why must we lower ourselves to the place of a child? Because it is there we find innocence. It is there we let go of pride. It is there we can allow God to do his job and remain in control. It is there we are vulnerable. It is there we can trust and believe in faith the wonder and majesty that is our Lord. It is there our love is pure.


Lord, I pray we take our place as your children, knowing you are in control, that you love us and know what is best. I am so thankful that even when no one on this planet may be able to understand something we may be experiencing, you, Lord, understand. Thank you for your love, Lord.

In Jesus' name,

Amen.


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Updated: Jun 24, 2020



The Gospel of John tells the story of how Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead. I've often thought of what that moment of impossibility looked like when Jesus turned the impossible into the possible. The following is what I picture when I read John 11 NIV.


The news came to them like a fist to the stomach. Mary and Martha were left with arms clenched tight around themselves as they doubled over in grief. Illness crept up on Lazarus like a thief in the night, but the treasure it was after.. was life.


Lazarus himself was a treasure...to his friends, to Mary and Martha who were bonded by the blood that flowed through their veins, and to Jesus- the man who risked his life to save him and gave his life to save all.


Through the pain and the fear, the cloudy tear stained eyes of Mary and Martha began to see and remember a hope when a vision of Jesus, the son of God, flashed into their mind. They sent for him with a confidence that even when things looked grim, even when it looked like there was no hope...there was always hope in Jesus.


Days passed, the girls paced the walk of anticipation back and forth almost wearing down a path where their feet returned step by step. The sun rose and set. With each minute that passed, their hearts became a little heavier and their desire to see Jesus turned into a panic filled urgency.


They kneeled at the bed of Lazarus, holding his hand - now mottled with poor circulation. They whisper in his ear. "Don't be afraid, we have called for Jesus." His eyes did not open. His breaths became harder and further apart. The rattle in his lungs caused his mouth to drop open each time he gasped for air, pulling in only what the muscles in his chest wall would allow him to hold. The breath would burst back out with a labored force that pushed air hard against their cheeks as they leaned in to kiss him.


They waited for the next gasping rattle, stroking his hair away from his brow, admiring the man that he was. Several seconds passed. Panic set in. Where was the breath? "Lazarus! Lazarus! Breathe, Breathe!. Please, Jesus is on his way, please breathe."


They grabbed his limp shoulders and shook him, frantically kissing his forehead. "Wake up Lazarus, wake up!"


Mary and Martha felt their bodies collapse on him. Tears rolled out and sobs echoed, "No...why! why?" Their beloved brother lay lifeless. His body, now soaked with tears dripping down, was hour by hour becoming cold and stiff to touch. The life giving blood which once flowed though his skin was now pooling beneath the surface.


They watched the Horizon, glancing out across the distance. The sun burned daylight down to the ground and the eye could see where the sky met sand. They looked left and right. They did not see Jesus.


Four days passed and Mary and Martha were filled with the emptiness of hollowed bones and twisting organs. Martha became enraged. "Where is He? He should have been here. Lazarus was his friend, he could have stopped this. Why didn't he come? If he came this would not have happened!"


She went on a search, looking for Jesus, scouring the horizon and taking matters into her own hands, trying to fix what she couldn't fix. "If he isn't going to come to me, I will go to him."


Mary, on the other hand, who had gone quietly into the house to pray, dropped to her knees- the hard floor pressed like rocks against her bony caps. She waited. It was there she held on to hope. It was the place she had nothing left but a heart calling out to Jesus. She wanted nothing more than to see him and feel the comfort of his embrace, the comfort of his words and the safety of his love.


When Jesus arrived he was met by Martha. She ran to him, questioning him, like she had in her kitchen not long before - accusing him again, of not caring. "If you had only been here, this would have never happened!" Jesus, pure and merciful, did not respond by reminding her that he was risking his own life to be there. He didn't tell her that he too, was going to feel the sting of death. He said with loving kindness, reaching in to take her hand - his soft glance meeting hers, "Martha, your brother will rise again"


Her words softened and her heart sank and she began to feel a little thankfulness return as she forced out the words, choking back the tears, "I know, on the resurrection day."


But Jesus meant NOW. He unveiled the impossible and rose Lazarus from the dead.


**Can you even imagine? Before Jesus died and rose again, before He conquered death and grave, before He gave the ULTIMATE gift of life....He gave life - everywhere he went. He is still alive today and He brings hope and joy and miracles of wondrous healing. He breathes breath into our lungs and we are alive!

Life is a glorious gift. Lord, help us use it for your glory. AMEN

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