Sunday, March 1, 2009

DAY 27 FOR THE NEXT GENERATION



DAY 27

Today on this Lords day the enemy is fighting to keep me down. He wants me to be sensitive. He wants me to be moody. He wants me to have a "pity-party" and play the victim.

I went to the Dr. yesterday and he told me I have bronchitis. I have this terrible cough and feel like I have broken a rib when I cough. Poor me! How am I supposed to lead worship today, coordinate the service, teach . . . . you get the point, poor me!! And on top of that I am fasting from sweets and Anna brings home this bag of chocolates!!! It's not fair!!! (I hear that so much, just thought I would throw one in myself.)

Having said all of that I keep hearing :

James 4:6 "But he gives us even more grace to stand against such evil desires. As the Scriptures say, “God opposes the proud but favors the humble" and James 1:17 "Whatever is good and perfect comes down to us from God our Father, who created all the lights in the heavens. He never changes or casts a shifting shadow."

Why would He whisper James of all scripture to me this morning. James really kicks rear when it comes to trying to have a "pity-party." After all, he opens his letter by saying "count it all joy when you are having "pity-parties." (Hinkle Biblical Commentary)

I'm at a loss for words. How can I complain when I sit here this morning, smelling fresh coffee brewing. Hearing my precious little boy squirming in the baby monitor. Having 3 daughters who respect and love me. Having a caring and precious wife who cared for me last night. Having an opportunity to preach God's Word this morning. And beyond all that, having a God who allows me in His presence and heals my heart and gives me "perfect" gifts from above.

I downloaded this picture you are seeing late last night. It shows a beautiful little boy, with hands clasped and eyes so big for his mommy's next move. Father, I pray for that spirit today. May I lay before you, with eyes open to hear your next move with me. In spite of my human frailty, touch me heart that I might hear and see everything from an eternal perspective.

I love you Daddy,

Jody


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