2009...Lord move...or move me

There is a song that says.....Lord move in a way that I have never seen before....because there's a moutain in the way and a lock on the door. So Lord move or....move me. The song puts on a whole new perspective as I sat here today and I was looking out at the mountains I recall Jesus telling them that if they had faith...even faith as small as a mustard seed "you can say to this mountain to move from here to there and it will move, nothing will be impossible with you." I look at all we have been through in 2008. It has been a tough year. But then I wonder if I would have taken authority over the victory and battle already won, and told "our mountain" to move from here to there, what would 2008 have looked like. Would it have taken on another perspective all together. 2009 is sure to hold all kinds of moutains of its own, the question is.....would I rather climb them...or just maybe MOVE them.

Happy 2009. And may the mountains in your life be moved or may God move you.

You just may be taking a walk....

There is an old chinese proverb that says "if a man thinks he leading, but turns to find that no one is following.....than he is only taking a walk." Where are you with that? As Christ followers should he not turn to find us following along close behind. Should our tracks not mimic his, should we not be as a child searching out the footprint that he left before us and attempt to walk in that very step?

I had to laugh today. As I was walking from the farm house down to the horse barn....to my right was a single horse in a fenced area....to my left were two goats. As I began to walk by them, they scurried over to the fence and begin to follow me the whole way down to the barn. And then I began to wonder, why were they so motivated to follow me? I could sense their anticipation. The horse even began to trot in circles when he reached the end of his fence. The goats made all their naying noises that they could make. Why such anticipation.... It was because they knew who their keepers where, they knew that when they saw a person that they were going to be fed, that they were getting ready to receive life nourishment from their master.

Where did we miss this along the way. Most days are filled with one of those very moments that God invites us to follow him, on most days we miss it.....we have filled our to do list so full, our schedules so tight...that even following God gets lost in the shuffle. I blog not for your benefit....but for my benefit...because just like you I could very easily go through the day and have totally missed where God wanted me to go, what he wanted me to see. But my committing to this daily entry.....I focus daily on the blessings God wants me to recognize. How many times today has God tried to show you something...something so profound but yet so simple, that you didn't even take the time to notice..it's time to wake up, because I don't want Him to turn around on the day that He calls me home and find that I hadn't even been following. He isn't just taking a walk in my life....He is my life.

When the Spirit moves...

Some of my most fondest memories are of my mother having me lay on the dining room floor on a beautiful spring or fall day, we would lay in the floor underneath an open window and just lie there and feel the breeze blow over us. I don't really recall much of what was said or even if a word was uttered by either one of us. But just to lay there and feel the warmth of the breeze blow across us. Last night as we slept in our grandaughters bed, I could hear the wind blow outside her bedroom window....almost as if it were beckoning for me to open the window and allow it in. I opened the window and I just lay down on the floor beneath the window, the breeze was so warm, so refreshing, so mesmerizing....the long curtain would barely brush past my face with each gust of breeze that came. As I lay there...my thoughts we're of how much the breeze is like the holy spirit. You can't see it, you can't touch it.....but its presence cannot be denied. After feeling its warmth who can deny it's presence, who would not long to feel it again and again. I think of when John the baptist baptized Jesus in Luke 3:22 "and as he was praying, heaven was opened and the Holy Spirit descended on him in bodily form like a dove." I can only imagine the breeze from heaven as the heavens open and the Holy Spirit descends on Jesus. Those moments with my mom on the floor....are something I will never forget. Those moments lying on the floor feeling the Holy Spirit move.....are moments no one can forget.