I love how the Bible gives us glimpses of imperfect lives. I love that we see trials and mess-ups mixed in among people who had some of the most miraculous or victorious moments. No, the Bible doesn't hide the doubters, worriers, and strugglers. Which is good, because their stories are where hope is born.
Recently I opened Luke and jumped into Zechariah and Elizabeth's story. These two don't take up much space in the pages of our Bibles, but they do take up a huge spot in fulfilling the prophecy of Christ's birth. See, it was foretold at the very end of Malachi of one who'd come like Elijah and prepare the way of the Lord. People had been praying for the very arrival of this one for 400 years. 400. And I get bothered when I have to pray a week and don't see movement in an area.
Zechariah and Elizabeth had another prayer in addition, only this was a personal one. They wanted a child. Now it doesn't say how long they'd been praying for a baby, but it does say they were both "well along in years" (Luke 1:7) which is a sweet way of calling them old. Knowing how important children were in the time and culture they lived, you can safely believe they'd repeated this prayer for several years. What I love the most? Even as they continued to pray about something they saw no response to, they remained faithful to God. How do we know? Because right before the passage calls them old, it says something far more important: "both were upright in the sight of God, observing all the Lord's commandments and relations blamelessly." (Luke 1:6) They didn't get what they wanted from God, yet they still continued to follow him. Did they struggle? Probably. Have hard days? No doubt. And still they were pillars of faith even in their trial. Wow. I think I want to be like them.
What is even more amazing, however, is that when God finally answers them--and with a literal angel delivering the answer face-to-face--Zechariah questions it. (See. Those not-so-perfect moments remain on the page.) Honestly, I don't think it was because he doubted. I think the reason for his questions were two-fold. First, I think after praying for something for so many years it was hard to reconcile the answer had finally arrived. I think this moment shows how tattered his faith had become. He had the faith to still utter the prayer, but his ability to believe the answer truly would come might have been a bit shredded by time. Sometimes our situations can change so quickly that we need a moment to catch up, and I think that's what happened here with Zechariah.
Second--and this is the part I absolutely love--Zechariah and Elizabeth had been praying for years for two children. One of their very own, and one to usher in the coming of Christ's birth. Never in their wildest dreams did they imagine the two prayers were actually one and the same. So when Gabriel stands before Zechariah and speaks the very words written at the end of Malachi about the child Elizabeth will bear, well, I can see why Zechariah might have been a little stunned.
Know--no matter how long you've prayed them--that they've been heard.
And don't be surprised when God delivers the answer--sometimes in a very big way.
Monday, November 28, 2016
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
I have a problem. And this time of year it’s a bear to bare with: My sweet tooth.
Those cute little ribbon things.
Frosted Sugar Cookies
Cinnamon Roasted Almonds...you know how they fill the mall with their smell and tug you toward them?
Everywhere you turn there is something sweet to nibble on. Goodness, they even take things like fruit and cover it with chocolate or caramel or layers of both! And it seems my sweet tooth is never satisfied. The more I taste, the more I want. This is not helpful if I still want to fit in to my clothes come January 1st.
So imagine my glee when I discovered something sweet I can gorge on day and night. Something that will always satisfy and is not harmful at all: the Word of the Lord. “How sweet are your words to my taste…” (Psalm 119:103).
Strange, I know, to say words satisfy. That they are sweet. But spend some time talking with Him. Sit in His presence. Let it flow over you. Wrap you. Embrace you. And then start writing down the words you feel. I bet sweetness is on that list. See, there is a sweetness in the intimacy, in the abandonment of praising Him, in His all-consuming love. Is there really any better way to describe it?
So today, while you’re baking, shopping, running, prepping…stop. Just for a moment. And wait on Him. Lift your hands and begin to praise Him.
He truly is the sweetest thing.
Monday, November 7, 2016
Friday, November 4, 2016
Here's the winner of last week's Everstone Chronicles giveaway:
Congratulations Dianne! Private message me here or on my Facebook page with your desired mailing address, and we'll get the books out to you.
And thank you everyone who entered!
Have a great weekend and happy reading, friends:)