the extravagant Father

You know, I'm really glad God loves me. I know that sounds pretty cliche but it's true. You know, the neat thing about that is He knows everything about me --- and He still loves me. Now that's a loving father. He really is an extravagant father. He pours out unconditional love by the tanker load. He gives more than I'm able to receive at times. He's overwhelming.

How does one receive God's love and then give it away to others? That's what I want to do. I want to be able to pour out God's love to those around me. I want to be like my Father.

a word and a prayer

Verse from the Bible:
"You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts in you. "
(Isaiah 26:3 ESV).

Prayer to God:
Father, help me to fix my eyes on you. Help me to trust in you and not on circumstances around or in me. Keep my mind in perfect peace. Give me an unshakable confidence in your love, protection, and goodness concerning me. Reveal to me who you are as my heavenly Father.

and the children shall lead them

This evening I challenged my two oldest children (who are voracious readers) to read 30 chapters of the Bible a week. Now for those of you who are not "Bible savy," the Bible contains 66 "books." Each book is broken down into chapter and verse. If I were to give the same challenge some of my adult Christian brothers and sisters, I would probably get responses like, "I don't have time to do that much reading." Others would see it as a legalistic burden. But my children's response --- "Is that all. Oh man I can do that in a day." Wow, truly Jesus knew what He was talking about when he said, "...and the children shall lead them."

rest?

Lately I've been feeling a little pooped. OK, I've been feeling a lot pooped. Anyway, I'm wondering, "What does it mean to 'rest in God?'" What does it mean to be "anxious for nothing"? I think for so long I've been so amped up in crisis mode that I've missed what it means to just lay back in the Father's arms. It seems so easy. I know when my youngest son, Noah, sits on my lap, he just sits there. He doesn't struggle or try to sit on my lap, he just --- sits there. How do I do that with my heavenly Father? How do I just ---- rest?

Lazarus come forth

Yeah, that's what it feels like coming back to this blog. I feel like I've been dead, stinky, and well --- did I mention stinky? Anyway, I'm going to try it again. I can't promise anything except that as the thoughts come, I'll try to get them out on the blog site. I guess the main reason I'm blogging again is --- it's time. I feel like a new season in my life is coming. Maybe it's' the season where I finally begin to emerge out of this shell-like existance that I've been in the last couple years. Whatever the case, I choose, with God's guidance, grace, and goodness to step in, without trepidation, and tred the waters of Father's love.