Category Archives: God’sWord

Counter Pressure

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She handed me this card on my way out of Bible study. I had found the courage to share with our group that night that suffering hearing loss was hard, extremely hard, but I was confident that there was purpose in it, great purpose. It’s something God has been showing me through the years. Trials press in on every one of us. Some days, some months, some years press harder than others, and in our weakest moments we may question why there must be suffering. Why does God allow this? Why must we take these hard-pressed journeys? But one thing I know; Of one truth I am absolutely certain… God is good. Always. So when this life presses in on me, I remember: “We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed...” (2Cor 4:8)

We are Jars of Clay.

I took an art class long ago and learned the most basic of pottery.  But I loved to watch the more gifted artists work at the potter’s wheel, forming beautiful jars of clay. The precision and devotion encouraged me. The end result amazed me. The entire process of forming each masterpiece required the master’s hand to apply pressure both from without, and from within. Without pressure on both sides, the entire jar collapsed; crushed. Imagine walking through this hard-pressed life without the Holy Spirit living inside of us. He keeps us from being crushed by the pressures of this world. “But we have this treasure in jars of clay…” (2Cor 4:7)

God’s Holy Spirit inside of us gently presses against the trials, firmly holds us up against the suffering, applies counter-pressure, and in the process forms a beautiful work of art; a vessel in His image. Suffering transforms us. Great purpose.

 

“But now, O LORD, you are our Father;
we are the clay, and you are our potter;
we are all the work of your hand.” Isaiah 64:8pottery

We will only regret that we did not suffer more.

Shared from my heart~ Stacy

In God’s Hands

It shows itself at such unexpected times, this matter of trauma. When life is good, and we are happy, laughing, talking about all of life’s hopes and possibilities, suddenly tears stream down his face and he asks, “Why did I get this life? Why didn’t I die?”

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Sometimes I forget how close to the surface those thoughts will always be for him. Experiencing starvation, and orphaned by disease, those traumas never completely fade. I wish I had all the answers for him when he wrestles with this mixture of gain and loss.

I hold him close and whisper, “It wasn’t your time, Sweetheart. All the days ordained for you were written in God’s book before one of them came to be.(Psalm 139:16) He has plans for your life. Plans to give you hope and a future. (Jeremiah 29:11)”

He wonders aloud what his life’s purpose will be, and I remind him, “There is plenty of time.”, and I thank God for every ounce of time that He has granted me, to be these sweet boys’ Momma.

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Time is in God’s hands.

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Sometimes They Let Me Hold a Microphone

The Lord takes us through different seasons in life. Welcome to my season of learning to overcome nerves(!) with public speaking. 😉 I’ve been serving in a Bible study ministry alongside some wonderful ladies who I am blessed to call friends, and sisters in Christ. Sometimes they let me hold the microphone, to share my heart with the women who study alongside us. They’re crazy like that. 😉  If you  feel compelled to listen, here is a small sample of the teachings I’ve shared.  I pray you find a nugget within to bless you today….