Keys imply a lock which implies a locked entrance which implies something wonderful inside.
This promise of Truth is life-giving for me. I feel like all of you are within the wonderfullness of the inside and this disease took the keys from my hands. I feel like I’m watching people live the life I thought was mine. I feel like I’m on the outside and all of you are tucked joyfully inside. That’s where my feeling reality collides with my Truth reality.
It’s not about my disease. It’s about any circumstance we allow to lock us out of His Kingdom. It applies to all of us. We all have our “locks” that separate us from God’s promised kingdom now.
If we allow the barricades of paralysis, fear, sin, trauma, guilt… to hold us back, we deny the Crucifixtion. We deny the bridge to eternity. We deny that His love is enough for His flock to find safe pasture and still waters. I don’t know about you, but I am holding this promise like keys to the Truth.
My feelings don’t fit the lock of His life for me. His truth unlocks the “inside of His Promise.”
Feelings can’t Rule a Kingdom. His sovereignity does eternally.
My love. Thank you so much for reading and your comments. I’m answering all your heartfelt words in my head. twe+Kathleen
Part of Speech
Root Word (Etymology)
From נוּס (H5127)
TWOT Reference: 1327a
Outline of Biblical Usage
flight, refuge, place of escape
refuge, place of escape
a condition of being safe or sheltered from pursuit, danger, or trouble.
“he was forced to take refuge in the French embassy”
something providing shelter.
plural noun: refuges
“the family came to be seen as a refuge from a harsh world”
synonyms: shelter, protection, safety, security, asylum, sanctuary; More
an institution providing safe accommodations for women who have suffered violence from a husband or partner.
I used to dream of beautiful getaways where I’d fly into a scape of majestic beauty that would provide of place of escape changing my reality forever. Never have I experienced the need for refuge as I do now. In this desperate need, a dreamscape is the last place where I find shelter. I find refuge is a retreat within where I find shelter with my sweet Lord: a warm washcloth, a soft answer, an old Bing Crosby movie, an etsy gift find, praying through worship music or Scripture, a vanilla lit candle, deep sleep, a hug that holds, glowing conversation out to eat dinner/thank you Bucky, a sticky note from my sister Lu, my heating pad, help with a blog/K-May, healing tears/Hopie, glad to be home/Meg, an honest text/Ashie, a picture from the airport/Sean. . . .these things and more are my shelter in my storm.
It took this path of desperation to lead me to my Lord’s reality of true refuge. Thank you for the bouquet of roses, T.
Dear Ones: Find a quiet place. Get a cup of coffee and enjoy. Thank you Sherry for sharing. Click on the following link. Then the excerpt from Arthur Pink’s excellent commentary: Mark 9:24 “Lord, I do believe! Help my unbelief!” A father’s humble cry to Jesus to save his demon possessed son.
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The following is an Excerpt From Commentary:
gracegems.org Arthur Pink, 1937 The language might be a stretch, but it’s good to “reach”. . .
Unbelief remains in the hearts even of the regenerate. Though God imparts to them the gift of faith, he does not remove (in this life) the root of unbelief. The Heroes of Faith, whose portraits hang upon the walls of fame in Hebrews 11, experienced that solemn fact. Look at Abraham, the father of all those who believe—when famine arose in Canaan he went down to Egypt for support, and so afraid was he to trust his wife in the hands of God, he told a lie by saying she was his sister. Look at Moses; afraid to return to Egypt and confront Pharaoh after Jehovah had appeared to him at the burning bush and had promised the deliverance of His people (Exo. 3); and later, complaining to Him, because he had so evilly dealt with Israel (Exo. 5:22, 23). Look at David, the slayer of Goliath—yet saying in his heart “I shall now perish one day by the hand of Saul” (1 Sam. 27:1). Look at the once intrepid Elijah, fleeing in terror from Jezebel. Ah, my reader, the Holy Spirit has delineated the characters of the saints in the colors of truth and reality; not as they ought to have been—but as they actually were.
Unbelief is the great burden of the saint. It grieves his soul—the man in our text wept over it—do you? Gladly would the Christian be freed from this plague—but the Lord does not see fit to remove it in this life. Frequently it acts like a cloud that covers the sun, for there is nothing so effectual as unbelief in hiding from us the light of God’s countenance.
Unbelief fetters our spiritual movements and impedes our progress. There are times when the believer fears that his unbelief will utterly sink him. Yet painful though this experience be, it is nevertheless a most hopeful and encouraging sign. It is not until God has communicated faith—that any soul is conscious of its unbelief! A living faith is necessary in order to recognize our dead unbelief! There must be Divine light to see its existence, and Divine light to feel its power. Here, then, is solid comfort for those who are groaning over this burden—in your unregenerate days you were never exercised over your unbelief! To genuinely mourn for our wicked unbelief is a sure evidence that Divine life is present in the soul. Those who are strangers to God, certainly do not make conscience of such matters; how can they—when they are quite unconscious of the plague of their hearts! But the Christian is not only conscious of unbelief, he goes to God and makes humble and contrite confession of the same. Yes, it is a sense of this grievous burden which drives him to the great Physician, crying, “Lord, I do believe! Help my unbelief!” A true Christian does not cloak or excuse his unbelief—but honestly acknowledges it before God. Nor does he sit still and pity himself as one who is totally impotent and without any responsibility in the matter. No, he genuinely seeks “help,” which clearly denotes he is resisting this enemy—but needs Divine assistance. True, without Christ he can do nothing (John 15:5)—but he can do all things by Christ strengthening him (Phil. 4:13).
“Lord, Tracey does believe! Help her unbelief!”
(There are distortions in her thought life that could use serious a “Come to Jesus meeting!”)
Dedicated to Mother to Mother and it’s leader’s: Adria, Leigh and Courtney
and the initial moms.com and their leader, Beverly
This just about melted me to the core. Thinking about my own four babies and how my love for them just about split my heart wide-open. Open to every good and evil that would brush past them or pierce their precious gifted beings!
I was anxious with my first baby to do everything right. Once I let that fierce fire of flame settle into my heart, its burned more brightly every day since their four births.
We have a great program at our church that ministers to young moms, gets them into The Word and in fellowship with each other during this needy phase of mothering. It blesses moms, children and families with maturity in faith that not only advances our Lord’s Kingdom but also grows women of insight and depth. I’ve had the privilege to know some of these young women. They are delightful!
So I encourage young moms: find a Bible study/start one. . .find a mentor or mentors program in your church!!! GROW. . .GROW. . .GROW!!! It will enrich your life and the strength of your marriage in ways you can’t begin to imagine.
1 Corinthians 13:13
God did not highlight verses for me. (My relationship with the Lord began as a child with Psalm 123) I began my first Bible study after my mom died at the age of thirty. “Disciple,” a year long commitment in our Methodist Church. After a year of intense study, I left with more questions than answers. All in God’s time. He exposed me to the Truth and blessed me with seasoned authentic Christians 🙂 Yet, through continuous Bible Studies, nothing seemed to stand out personally. There will be verses I will share over the next weeks, that all have significance to me, but I start here, because this is my life verse. I was reading on my back porch, spinning with this ALS diagnosis, and this verse entered my next life-moment and grace grew like seeds in the wind. I’ve since seen power being perfected through weaknesses in my character, my marriage, my parenting, “my ministry,” my friendships and my life workings through the circumstance of this disease. The cost of this disease is incomprehensible. It is not a sweet, soft grace that falls gently like a new-fallen snow. It is a grace that grits its teeth through the fierce hunger that comes in the dark of the night on an empty stomach.
- Intimacy of my faith. I was private with how and when I expressed it. I wasn’t hiding it. God was teaching me good stewardship. This experience has exposed those seeds to the winds. My four daughters have learned more about my faith in the last two years than perhaps all the years prior in our “normal mother-daughter moments.” It is the power perfected in the intimacy of grace that grows sufficiency.
- Legacy of life. I was full speed ahead with family in tow, creativity and passion for our Lord oozing out of every crack and crevice and en-joying every minute of my “Kingdom Play.” I never would have slowed enough to craft this Blog or play with a book. Both small endeavors, they do vest some thing tangible for my family. It is the power perfected in the silliness of grace in which life launches big.
- Love reaches beyond. I have never felt loved with such intentional devotion. God has brought new friends with which I would never have crossed paths. Current friends God placed in new places. Old friends God brought to new heights. It’s the kind of love I anticipated in heaven but never expected to experience here on earth. My understanding, as is my family’s, of the limitless potential with the heart for love, is forever challenged. It is the power perfected in the grace from loss that opens into possibilities.
Shane and Shane Grace is Sufficient