Standing on God's Promises

Standing On His Promises: He Fights For Me!

Standing in a hurricane

Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God. – Psalm 42:5 NIV

Why do I fret? Worry devours peace, anxiety robs sleep. Why are you downcast, oh my soul? Where is your hope?

Hope in God! Hope in God!

The year’s been bumpy already, you know? Ever have a string of events that feel like crashing breakers? The fierce waters erode what I thought were solid foundations. But, in the middle of one of these tides, God showed me something amazing.

He fights for me.

Wow. I don’t know if you’ve ever realized that. He doesn’t just protect me, He fights for me.

That changes things. I don’t have to figure out how to do these battles. He fights for me. I don’t have to worry that my strength will fail. He fights for me. I don’t have to lie anxiously scheming out a plan. He fights for me.

Why am I downcast then? There’s not a good reason. Praise Jesus, the warrior who has fought to the other side of death. He fought for me.


What are you doing here?

Written by one of my favorite bloggers, this reminds me of God’s promises. He will walk with me in the quiet moments of peace and in the fierce, stormy times. He will never leave me.

Thanks, Bill, your words spoke to my heart while I sipped my coffee this morning!

Raising The Mug

What am I doing here2

Ever ask yourself that question? “What am I doing here?”

You feel out of place, you don’t know anyone in the room. Maybe you’re participating in a competition where everyone around you seems far advanced. Maybe you’ve gotten yourself into a job or relationship that isn’t working out like you expected.

The seeds of doubt creep in. You begin to question your abilities. You don’t know what the next move is.

Welcome to the club!

 1 Kings 19:11-13 NIV

Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake.12 After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper.13 When Elijah heard it, he pulled…

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Standing on God's Promises

Standing On His Promises: Ever Loved

“As the father has loved me, I have also loved you. Remain in my love….no one has greater love than this; that someone would lay down his life for his friends.” John 15:9, 13, HCSB


I am the girl in the meadow, plucking the daisy. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not…

Where will the petals run out? Will I believe the testimony of a flower? How can I determine His love?

See, my life isn’t going the way I had hoped. I wanted something….desperately. It was a good thing, a pure hope and honest ambition. Life is dousing that spark, and the waves of disappointment make me feel unloved.

“Don’t you love me?” I cry.

His gaze settles unwavering on me, but I hear nothing.

“I don’t feel your love.” I weep again.

Still, that soft look holds steady, but His voice does not fall on my ears.

I’m exasperated now, and in frustration I spit, “Why won’t you speak! How can I know that you love me?”

He smiles, the sad sort of smile, like I’ve injured His heart. His soft voice drifts across my anger. “Beloved, I have shown you.”

“But I want to hear the words.”

“I’ve shown you.” He stretches His hands forward, beckoning me to His arms.

I see the evidence, the scars in His hands, my name engraved there. I look back to his face and there is love in His glistening eyes. I know now, I remember. How foolish of me to seek truth in the passing moments of life. Flowers stretch forth from their stems, bloom, and then die all in a matter of months…why would I discern His love from their fading petals?

“Do you believe me?” He asks.

I crash into His arms. “Yes,” my tears fall, this time without anger, “I believe that you love me.”

Standing on God's Promises

Standing on His Promises: Hope

“I will attend to you and will confirm My promise concerning you to restore you to this place. For I know the plans I have for you”–this is the Lord’s declaration–“plans for your welfare, not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope. You will call to Me and come and pray to Me and I will listen to you. You will seek Me and find Me when you search for Me with all your heart. I will be found by you.” Jeremiah 29:10b-14a, HCSB

Is hope a vague feeling or a conviction? Where does it come from? Why does its promise seem to stay far off? What is this future and hope that the Lord has planned for me?

Everything in my life, the moments of gladness and satisfaction and the moments of discouragement and defeat, all of these have a purpose… Do you ever hit pause and wonder? Does it always make sense?

We know Jeremiah 29:11 pretty well, don’t we? Use it for inspiration. Comfort. Dare I say that it has almost become cliché?

But what about verse twelve? “You will call to me and come…”

What is God’s plan for my life–the hope and future He has thought out?

“Seek me,” He answers. “Call to me. Find me. I will be found.”

Every moment He ordains is singular in purpose…that I would be driven to Him.

Hope? It’s not a feeling. Hope is a life in His arms.

Standing on God's Promises

I Am Standing on His Promises

It’s been a while. Does the undertow of life ever knock you off-balance? Oh, good. Not that you fall, but that I’m not alone. I don’t like being alone!

I intended to post this at the beginning of our new year…but, well, you know. That’s life, isn’t it? Happy belated new year, by the way. Thank you for visiting our blog over the past year. Our posts will dwindle to once a week–I hope at least that often. My dear friend and blogging-sister-in-Christ has taken on a full-time teaching gig, so we won’t be seeing much of Susan this year. I know, bummer, right? But to everything there is a season. Hopefully she’ll pop in every once in a while, though.

I thought I had this year’s blogging theme all mapped out months ago…intended to turn from who am I? To who is God? Seemed like a continuous study. But then that undertow thing happened. God often works that way, doesn’t he?

As 2014 drew to and end, I was pondering the ups and downs of my very ordinary life, and wondering why this particular wave of events, which really weren’t that significant in the grand scheme of life, took my feet out from under me, and that sweet, calm whisper in my spirit asked, “what were you standing on?”

Silly question! Or not. I stand on God’s Word, right? His promises for very believer, that is my foundation, that is where I plant my feet. Except, well to be honest, I’m not sure which promises I was rooted in. During this conversation with the Spirit I really couldn’t quote the promises I was supposedly standing on.

That’s a problem, and thus my new pursuit. Standing on the promises…now to identify them. That should fill my year with plenty of learning, which I love.

Got any suggestions for me?

I am Free

Free to Glorify

“Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have called you out by your name; you are mine!” Isaiah 43:1b, HCSB

Dear Jesus,

I have been set free to glorify you… but how do I do that?

Enjoy you. That’s not really concrete. How?

Often I will take on the qualities of people I admire. I’ll adopt a phrase of theirs. Mimic a habit I find interesting or endearing. Take on a look—perhaps a hairstyle. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, right?

Usually when I love a person, I speak highly of them. I share about them—their joys, their doings, or how I got to visit with them.

And, when there is one I call beloved, I miss them when they’re not around. Think on them. Pine for them.

Why all of this? Because I love them. I enjoy them.

If I enjoy you like this, Jesus, does that bring you glory? Is this what it means to have Christ in me? Is this how I fulfill my purpose in you?

Break away the barriers, then. You set me free for your glory; let me glorify you freely.