Standing on God's Promises

He Completes Me

I am sure of this, that He who started a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. ~Phil. 1:6, HCSB

I’m a writer–I write fiction. At any given time, I have at least three manuscripts sitting on my hard drive waiting to be finished. I thought of this yesterday as I read through Philippians one. Quirky, I know, but I can actually hear my characters call to me “finish my story…I’m not done yet!”

One story I’m working on now particularly came to mind as I pondered Philippians 1:6. I’d left my MC in a bad place. Lonely, desperate for love, for belonging, she cries out to her writer, “please, don’t leave me like this forever!” And I hear her. I promise, “this will make sense in the end. Just wait and see.”

Our Father, the Writer of our souls hears our cries. The thread of our stories is not yet complete, and He, who writes beautifully and knows the beginning from the end, will not leave us forever in our desperate, unfinished scenes. He will bring us to completion. And when the story is fully known, it will make sense. All of it. We will see as He sees, know what He has always known, and will shout to Him who does all things well, “Glory!”

He who began a good work in you will carry it to completion. Your story isn’t over yet.

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

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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

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?