Child of God

After writing that last blog I realized, I AM special!  How dare I belittle one of God's creations made in the image of God.  Whether I have friends or not does not say one little thing about how much I am loved by God...and He's the only one that really matters.  Plus, what makes a FaceBook or email friend any less precious.  You provide comfort, prayers and encouragement and I love you guys!

Just a Little Pathetic...

Okay, admittedly my last few posts have, well, sucked (I do have an excuse, my sister's cat has been using my hand as a permanent place to rest her frustratingly cute head - I can't say no and push her away).

Recently I commented on one of Lindsey Nobles' great blogs.  To my surprise, she replied to my comment.  When I found out, it suddenly made me feel "special" and excited; I was important!  Somebody had read what I had written and thought it worthy of a reply!

My comment (or confession, if you like) was about my lack of "real true life" friends; the fact that the only friends I had are friends through email or Face Book.  It was also a confession about the thought that my "friends" gain or lose notches according to how quickly they respond to any message I send them.  I do (well, should) realize that others actually have lives and aren't there to answer at my beck and call (I think that's the way it goes) yet, even in light of that fact, I find myself affected either positively or negatively depending on the amount of time it takes them to get back to me.  There it is, the truth.  Pretty sad.

You Want Me To Do What? No, Really, Tell Me

Over the past few weeks I have been going through, let's call it 'identity confusion'.  I'm working on a novel that I thought God was calling me to write for teens but one of the major issues is more of a young adult issue.  What to do, what to do...pray!  Okay patience, let's take a little test right now.  Just one question, do I continue to write WHILE I'm waiting to hear from Him or do I put that part on hold?  I guess I'd better pray about that.

Sharing Time

I'm sitting here in the lobby of my hotel (well, I don't own it but I'm staying at it so I figure it's just easier to call it mine).  As in most hotel lobbies there is the front desk with the employees standing safely behind it, being constantly interrupted from they're relatively slow flow of people checking in and out by a constantly ringing phone.  They really should have it so that you can get cool ringtones for that phone because the blasé one they have is proving to be quite annoying.


Anyway, I'm sitting here working on a short story I hope to turn into a novel for teenagers and young adults.  Occasionally I glance up to see who's coming in the sliding doors or to watch the excited, energetic  tyke that is running around the lobby in a wobbly, off balance sort of way.


Before I noticed her I was thinking about the adults milling about.  How many know Jesus?  How many of them will I see at the right entrance gates when I make my way into heaven?  


Then I saw the little curly-haired, irresistibly adorable imp slapping her shoes on the tiled floor as she ran nowhere in particular.  God's child.  He loves her.  He created her.  Is she being told that?  Do her parents tell her how much Jesus loves her and how much he wants her to love him?  Is she told how special she is - a child of God.  Does she know that he wants to make her his very own special little Princess?  I wonder and sadly think of how low the odds are that this is a reality.  


One day, when she's a little older and has made a few (or many) mistakes, will someone come up beside her and lead her to her ever-loving, all-mighty, completely-forgiving God?  What a party would go on in heaven if this happened!  Little girl lost, little girl found.


We were all once like this little girl.  But now, there are so many grown-up little girls that are crushed and broken because no one has let them in on the only way to find true peace, joy, love, and forgiveness - the gift that Jesus Christ blessed us with when he died on the cross, carrying our every sin upon his heaving shoulders.


Will you be that one to share the not-so-secret secret?  It will make all the difference in the world to that one-time, long-ago little girl.

Choose To

Psalm 139:14a says 'I will praise you for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.'  Think about that for a second. I doesn't say 'I do praise you', it says 'I will'; we must make the choice to praise Him.  I love that!  Don't you?  Even when you're feeling down concerning something about your self just think 'I WILL praise you'.  Pray this entire verse over and over, meditate on it and pray that God will help you to see and feel the verse as a reality because the truth is you 'are fearfully and wonderfully made'!  It's right there in the Bible and if the Bible is Truth, then this simple sentence is true.  So praise Him for it whether you feel 'fearfully and wonderfully' made right now or not - cause guess what, no matter how you feel, you 'are fearfully and wonderfully made'.