T’was The Night Before Advent

‘Twas the first day of Advent, though COVID was near,
And the people were scattered, some trembling in fear.
For COVID unravelled their plans and their schemes,
Had stolen their hopes and had taken their dreams.

COVID came calling, unwelcomed for sure
And shut down the world, until there was a cure.
It called all the shots and shut up and shut down
Leaving lonely, and isolate throughout all the town.

Ahh, but one thing we know even COVID can’t take,
Is the joy in our hearts that our Saviour can make!
It’s a Joy and a Peace and a Love, sure to bless
With the birth of the babe, whom we now can address.

He’s our Saviour, who came for a world that was lost
Not to COVID, but sin, and He counted the cost.
First the manger, the cross, His death and the grave,
Then His glorious rising and our sin He forgave!

This COVID can’t threaten, this Saviour we know
Can’t keep Him from coming to lighten the load
He brings rest for the weary and hope for the soul,
Shalom for the broken, with a heavenly goal.

Love born in the stable, that night long ago,
Is our Saviour, Sustainer, Protector from foe.
He’s our Light on the pathway, the wind in our sail
When He’s our celebration this COVID will pale!

When The Pain Is Real

 

Some days the pain goes way deep and the hurt is really real and really hard and the heart hurts and the head hurts and the soul cries and the tears flow and the days are just so overwhelming.

In these anxious filled, difficult moments, we have an Author writing our lives with pen in one nail-pierced hand and a divine paintbrush of grace-filled red in the other. His blood was shed for us and yeah, He paints our story beautifully now because of it. He’s our Saviour and He’s made a way for us to make it through this hard place! Only because of the cross, His death, and His life can we have hope and do this hard thing, defying us and staring us in the face. So whatever it is He’s written and writing and hand-painted for your story, you gotta know He’s got this and His sustaining grace covers it for us. So beautiful you with beautiful soul, At such a time as this, He is our Healer, our Protector, and our Provider through it all and all the way to the cross He proved it. Now, just hand those anxious thoughts, that fear, disappointment, and deep hurt over into the pierced hands of the Saviour; the one and only Author of our faith who paints our story so perfectly; so beautifully perfect for us at such a time as this! It’s ok then to just breathe and rest in His care and safekeeping and know the promise of Romans 8: 28 is Truth!

“And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.”
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Beautifully Imperfect

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So here we sit, tired and worn in our imperfect state, in our imperfect world. So imperfect, as a matter of fact that we feel very flawed and sometimes very useless. We drag around with our headaches, our stomach issues, our muscles aches and pains, our diseases, our anxieties, our worries and our cares and yeah, our energy levels reach an all time low as we try to move past the moment of ‘whatever this is’ into some sort of hope for the next hour. Beautiful soul, we are imperfect in this life but you and I and we and us, we are created to be all that our Creator has for us to be. There is hope and help for our horrendous, sin-sick state. Our Saviour is the solution and our healing and our challenge is to rise to that level of His healing perfection regardless of the distractions that nip at our heels and weigh heavy on our shoulders. Giving up isn’t an option. So we can’t go there! Our hope is in Him for He is our victory! He has already run and won in this race of spiritual battle and perseverance! If we are His and in His care and safe keeping, we have won too! You can know it! We maybe haven’t reached the finish line yet, but we’re closer today than we were yesterday. That beautiful one is reason to keep running the race, undaunted by the struggles and and pot holes along the way. Our world is imperfect and our bodies are groaning for some kind of perfect as we plod along but our finish line is just ahead. Just around the next bend. Maybe a day, maybe two, maybe a year maybe ten, but we can know that we don’t run perfect but yet we don’t run alone!
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We’re all in this together and as Solomon penned in his wisdom literature of Ecclesiastes in 9:11 “I have observed something else under the sun. The fastest runner doesn’t always win the race, and the strongest warrior doesn’t always win the battle. The wise sometimes go hungry, and the skillful are not necessarily wealthy. And those who are educated don’t always lead successful lives. It is all decided by chance, by being in the right place at the right time.” So beautiful soul, pick up those weary, tired bones and get on with it. The race is on and yeah the hardships are many but the victory is ours in Jesus. Run on then! Run through the thickets, the trenches, the mud and the mire for your Saviour runs along beside, over, around, behind and through, and that my dear friends is called winning, even in an imperfect body and in an imperfect world.

We don’t have to be the the fastest or the swiftest, or the wisest, or the smartest or most educated, we just have to be in tune with our brilliant Creator and watch as He sees to it, that we are placed in the right place at the right time, for His blessing and for such a time as this.

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