Scripture, Quotes, and Journals from this week:

“The God of old is (your) dwelling place and underneath are the everlasting arms.” Deut. 33:27a


Father, yesterday was so hard, and I don’t think that there is only one reason why. The weather…body hurt…a book that, overall, leaves me depressed…tired, Nathan’s sickness, the kids were fine but I made a big deal out of their child’s play and pleads…The day wasn’t a mess; I was. It is proof to me that I cannot live in idleness!…There must be something about rest I do not understand yet, but this I do know – it is not wasting time or even necessarily doing nothing!
There is great spiritual warfare going on against Your Bride. I believe we can be strengthened by it, but we cannot live in victory without the love, aid, and protection of our Groom! I know this now more than ever after all the aid and protecting that You and Nathan did for us before, during, and after the robbery…This song keeps coming to mind (a vintage, Christian piece for my generation), “I Will Not Forget You.” I don’t know why it’s this song, but…I will keep singing it until Your purpose is revealed. (3/10)

“We who have the Holy Spirit in us should be different from those who do not…In order for (us to see) others to see the beauty of God’s Spirit in us, we must separate ourselves from all that is not of God (this is not supporting bubble living – apart from the “sinner” or “sinful world” – but a life lived in obedience to His holiness and conviction, personally speaking)…It is far too easy to compromise our walk with God by immersing ourselves in attitudes and practices of the unbelieving world around us…When you are full of yourself, you are not full of the Spirit…”
~Stormie Omartian, Lead Me Holy Spirit
Father, I desire for Your Holy Spirit to fill, flood, and bust out of the walls of this house and to move into our neighborhood!…There is a way – Your Way – to be in and not of the world. Jesus did it without compromise; Your Spirit can enable us to do the same!
“I Will Not Forget You…” The robbery – Satan would use it to keep us timid and fearful and behind locked doors, but You, Father, would use this an an opportunity for good. For us to trust You all the more – to open these doors of mercy, forgiveness, grace, and love! To look different around here. Father, help us both to step up and step out. (3/11)

“But as for me, LORD, my prayer to You is for a time of favor. In Your abundant, faithful love, God, answer me with Your sure salvation…” Psalm 69:13
“Toward Jerusalem” a poem:
Hast thou no scar?
No hidden scar on foot, or sick, or hand?
I hear thee sung as mighty in the land,
I hear them hail thy bright, ascendant star
Hast thou no scar?
Hast thou no wound?
Yet I was wounded by the archers, spent,
Leaned Me against a tree to die; and rent
By ravening beasts that compassed Me, I swooned:
Hast thou no wound?
No wound? No scar?
Yet, as the Master shall the servant be,
And pierced are the feet that follow Me;
But thine are whole: can he have followed far
Who has nor wound nor scar?
~Amy Carmichael

Father, I continue to get duped into believing the world (my own foolishness): believing that Your “blessed life” here on earth should have me encounter little to no hardship. When trials arise I tend to allow the devil himself to put deceit and doubts in my mind about myself and others instead of following Jesus in the 40 days in the wilderness where He made Satan flee by the power of Your Word! Even after the enemy stuck around around…after one and two times, Christ did not waver on what He knew to be Truth, and had He had to go for a thousand more times, Jesus would have stood firm!…Give me Your Word – the wielding of the Sword of the Spirit to defeat that snake!…Though he may strike my heel, I am given power, by the blood of Jesus Christ, to crush his head!…
I am my own hindrance – my own wall most of the time, I am a closed door, an air-tight window. I am a hider over a seeker. I am timid when I should be bold. I am a go-er when I should stay and a stay-er when I should go. I close my eyes or look down; I cross my arms and wring my hands. I live closed while You opened up the heavens to come down here among the imperfect and open Your heart, Your mouth, Your arms, and Your skin to save all mankind. You bled out so that we could enter in – so that all could enter in! And what have I done far too often? Taken only the “cup” for myself and never thought to grab an extra for someone else…Can I really stay silent, trying to keep “unscarred” and really be Yours? Would a Daughter of the King really stay “locked up in her tower?” (3/12)