Streams in a Wasteland

See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland. Isaiah 43:19

I don't really know how to start this post except to say that I think I'm going to abstain from blogging for a while. I just feel like...sometimes we put all of ourselves on display for everyone to see (not that everyone sees this blog. In fact, most people don't. The point is, I'm putting it out into cyberspace where literally anyone could see it and draw an opinion about me.) and we forget about who we really are. I know I haven't been blogging a lot lately, but I'm not only referring to blogging. I'm referring to Social Media in general.

I noticed something disturbing about myself just a few moments ago. I had a word from Scripture pop into my head about something relevant to what I was doing. And do you know what my immediate thought was? It wasn't, "Oh, I should do that. I should put that into practice. I should do what God's Word says." My immediate thought was, "That would make a good blog post." I know at first glance that doesn't seem like a problem. But it is. I was going to write a post about that particular idea, instead of putting it into practice right away. And I've found myself doing that more and more lately. And as a result, put a wall between my heart and God's. Because, unlike ourselves and unlike the people around us, we can't fool God. He knows when things aren't quite right, more so than we ourselves know.

So I've decided that for a while, I'm going to abstain from writing anything I'm learning on this blog or on any social media. It's going to stay between me and God for a while. He has some refining to do in my heart. I'll be back in a few months.

Paint me with Your purity,
That I'd attract Your majesty.
When others boast in fame and gold,
The purest place is where I'll go.

The purest place I will draw near.
Do what it takes to keep me here,
In the center of Your heart.
The purest place is where You are

It's not with masses, not with kings,
Not in these songs or offerings,
Not in this life or what it brings.
The purest place is is You my King.


The purest place I will draw near.
Do what it takes to keep me here,
In the center of Your heart.
The purest place is where You are

If there's such thing as too beautiful,
If there's such thing as too wonderful,
If there's such thing as too marvelous,
Jesus it's You, Jesus it's You.


The purest place I will draw near.
Do what it takes to keep me here,
In the center of Your heart.
The purest place is where You are.
The purest place is You my King.

{The Purest Place:Watermark}

Stronghold

Stronghold - A place that has been fortified so as to protect it against attack


The Lord is my light and my salvation-whom shall I fear?The Lord is the stronghold of my life-of whom shall I be afraid?Though an army besiege me, my heart will not fear;Though war break out against me, even then I will be confident. Psalm 27:1,3
Fortify means to protect against, and also to defend. God is not only a Shelter, but He is a Defender. Two things going on simultaneously. So while He is sheltering me, He is also fighting for me. Comforting truth in the midst of uncertainty.  




Something really cool about God is that He can make anyone an artist. The things He personally shares with us are, themselves, works of art. I really like that.

 
{Photo not mine}

Reject

There are few things that hurt worse, or leave a longer lasting impression on one's heart, than rejection, no matter what its form.

Though at the present time there is not much I can muster within myself to rejoice, in these 2 things I can exult:

That God is God.

And He is not done yet.

"When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then You knew my path." Psalm 142:3


Sometimes it's good to retract from everything. We are so conditioned to think we have to be a part of everything and we'll miss out on something if we sacrifice anything. But the truth is, sometimes we just need to stop. We need to be alone. We need to be very alone. Just for a season.


Abide with Me

I've loved this song for a while, but, until Sunday, had never read all of the lyrics. Every version I've heard has only included at most, 4 verses. When I read the background of the hymn and author, as well as each stanza, I really was floored. I love when you find songs that eloquently put exactly what you're feeling into coherent thoughts and words. To abide means to continue without fading or being lost. I love the stanza that says "Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word...come not to sojourn, but abide with me." A plea for Jesus to abide. To live. Not to visit. To stay. Here are the background and lyrics.

Abide with Me is a hymn written by Scottish Anglican Henry Francis Lyte. He wrote the poem in 1847 and set it to music while he lay dying from tuberculosis; he survived only a further three weeks after its completion.

                 Abide with Me
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word,
But as Thou dwell'st with Thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free.
Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.

Come not in terrors, as the King of kings,
But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings;
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea.
Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me.

Thou on my head in early youth didst smile,
And though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee.
On to the close, O Lord, abide with me.

I need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.