My feet touch the criss-cross brick pavers with sentimental recollection. Memories of salt air brushing against my face. Walking hand-in-hand with the man I’ve loved for more years than I thought I could count. Sunsets sinking into the ocean’s horizon while we cuddle on Hawiian, floral beach towels.
In this quaint, artistic town sculpted around a God-carved nook in the ocean, we once again feel the Continue reading
Share: “My mouth is filled with your praise, declaring your splendor all day long,” Psalm 71:8 NIV Share: “For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” Matthew 6:21 NIV I thought I would simply be changing the name of my blog to “Heart-Filled Moments.” But as I chewed on this idea for a long time, it became evident to me that the Lord wanted me to change something different–the direction of my heart. I wanted a new blog name. Something fancy. Something feminine. Something that would catch the reader’s eye and heart. The Lord, however, wanted to catch my heart and draw me closer to Him. I have felt His tug as I listened with a hungering heart to our Women’s summer Bible Study, “Annointed, Transformed, and Redeemed.” Continue reading Share:
To be the kind of person who would have the determination, drive, ability, and persistence to walk into another person’s life and make a powerful and positive difference was the deepest desire of my heart. Even before Jesus had come knocking on the door of my heart, I thought I could do that if I just did not give up and continued to encourage and lead that person into a new and hope-filled life.
To live the lyrics of “The Impossible Dream” was the song of my heart. To believe I could turn an impossible situation around. That I could “fight the unbeatable foe,” or “run where the brave dare not go.” To hope that I would “bear with unbearable sorrow,” and that I would not give up when my “arms were too weary,” was my heartbeat. These lyrics from the Broadway play, Man of La Mancha, hummed through my mind and their life ran in my blood. The main character of the play was an idealist, some critics say, who was thought to be insane venturing into situations that did not involve him and trying to “right the unrightable wrong.” Was I chasing after clouds?
Perhaps I, too, was an idealist, hoping to defeat those visible or invisible injustices. But when Jesus love touched my life, I believed with new zeal that through Him I could conquer the impossible dream.
Hubby and I married with our own dreams and stars to reach. However when life hit us with its realities– a miscarriage despite trying to believe God would keep our baby alive like He had done for others; the death of my mother-in-law due to cancer while we prayed in faith for her healing; and the challenge of raising two determined sons whom we thought we could mold into our values and faith–we realized that the impossible dream was impossible for us humans.
We could have a willing heart, a promise-filled mind, hands open to follow God’s call, but God would have to do the work. While I still hope that some impossible dreams in my life will be conquered, I realize more each day that I cannot be the one to conquer them–only God can. And giving up that control (another post), surrendering my dream to the Lord, and trusting Him to work it out in His way and His time is the greatest challenge. He will help me “bear the unbearable sorrow.” He will “fight the unbeatable foe.” He will lift my arms when they are “too weary.”
With man, it is impossible. But for the Lord, nothing is impossible. I must trust in this, not my determination or dream.
What is your impossible dream?
“Jesus looked at them and said, ‘With man this is impossible, but not with God; all things are possible with God.’” Mark 10:27 NIV
Share: “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” Psalm 147:3 NIV
The wind was whipping across the dock, chilling me to the bone. I might have been able to ignore the chill and let the warmth within me chase it away if I felt more secure about the situation surrounding me. Worrisome thoughts popped through my mind like kernels in a bag of microwave popcorn. What did this day hold? Would the relationship I cherished be as dear to the one I was meeting as it was to me? Would my heart break again, torn into pieces like the fragile petals of a flower blown by the wind? When he arrived, I reached out with love but it was not returned. My practical side took over. Logic gave me reasons to understand this response and how to make it comfortable for the one I longed to see and those around me. We had a brief time together over lunch but the air was charged with tension and defensiveness. When we parted, fear took the place of worry. Along with the popping thoughts came the arrows of anxiety to my heart. My husband and I returned to our quiet hotel room. Tired from the journey and the stressful morning’s encounter with the one we came so far to see, he flipped on the television until he could fall asleep. I grabbed my Bible and the devotional I had brought along. In there, I found comfort for my grieving heart. I looked for a piece that would speak to my pain, and I found the day on grief. Help me, Lord, I thought. This was not how I hoped this day would be. Words from the devotional went straight to my hurting heart as I read them again and again and again. In them, the author wrote as if Jesus were speaking to me. He was saying that He knew my pain and that He felt my grief. He knew I had lost a treasure that day, one that was held deeply in my heart. But if I would open my hand that was grasping my heart, He would not only put the pieces back in place but He would restore it as well. I had peace for the evening. The next day, the Lord began to put some pieces together as He brought more warmth and love into that fragile relationship.
Tonight as I read over this devotional, I am reminded of how involved the Lord is with my life. How much He loves me. How deeply He desires to heal my broken heart. Oh, it’s not whole yet. There are still arrows of anxiety that spear my heart and a grief that overtakes my soul from time to time. But He has touched my heart again.