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10 entries from September 2019

What are Cycles of Faith AND the Significance of Rosh Hashanah

This is a short but powerful video teaching about the cycles of faith. How we join God in what He is doing and to stop fighting against Him. It's also about our current season.

In fact, Rosh Hashanah begins today at sundown. I recommend to push into the Lord in prayer and ask Him to reveal what He is doing in your life in this season and the assignments that being given after Yom Kippur.  Hugs, Lynn

 


The Enemy Cannot Handle This!

Hey SUM family, Tiffany Here!

Sunday, September 29th is the beginning of Rosh Hashanah. We've talked about this Jewish holiday over the years. In fact, the first time I'd ever been made aware of it's significance was because of a blog post from either Lynn or Dineen. For those who are not familiar or are new to this holiday, a simple "Rosh Hashanah" search on this site will provide you with a wealth of information. Feel free to check out the archives!

My prayer for us today is that we will each take away something fresh and new. Holy Spirit, reveal to us the heartbeat of God. Amen!

Rosh Hashanah isn't actually a biblical holiday but a traditional Jewish holiday. The term "Rosh Hashanah" means "head of the year" and is celebrated as the Jewish New Year. This is a two-day celebration that proceeds Yom Kippur (the Day of Atonement).

In the beginning of this month, the Lord really pressed upon me to watch Patty Tower's talk that was given at the SUMite Summit this last April. I decided to go back and watch it again. (I will provide a link below so you can revisit that as well. It is absolutely worth a re-watch!)

As I sat down to think about Rosh Hashanah and what I would include in this post, I went back to my notes from Patty's message. There is so much good in this message but I want to point out one theme:

  • Joshua 6 - God gives specific instructions about the destruction and taking of the city of Jericho. In verse 20 we see the result of following God's plan and not their own: "So the people shouted when the priests blew the trumpets. And it happened when the people heard the sound of the trumpet, and the people shouted with a great shout, that the wall fell down flat. Then the people went up into the city, every man straight before him, and they took the city."
  • Patty called us to march around our house 7 times and shout, declare, pray and praise things into existence. It was in the great shout that the walls fell flat down.

Rosh Hashanah isn't in the Bible; however, the first day of Rosh Hashanah, is. Let's take a look.

Then the Lord spoke to Moses, saying,  “Speak to the children of Israel, saying: ‘In the seventh month, on the first day of the month, you shall have a sabbath-rest, a memorial of blowing of trumpets, a holy convocation.  You shall do no customary work on it; and you shall offer an offering made by fire to the Lord.’ ” - Leviticus 23:23-25

The Hebrew word, Teruah, in Leviticus for blowing trumpets is the same word used in Joshua 6 where they shouted with a great shout. The first day of Rosh Hashanah, Yom Teruah, is a day of blowing trumpets or shouting.

Notice what else it says in Leviticus about this day - you shall have a sabbath-rest. Yom Teruah happens to fall on a Sunday. The day we, as children of God, call our sabbath!

So, why is this important for us? If we are not Jewish, what is the point of celebrating this time of year?

We've already seen in our community some amazing things worth celebrating. Many professions of faith and baptisms with our spouses, children or others we love. Libby gave us a beautiful word about the SUMite community with her picture of the mountain. The SUMite Summit where some gathered in California being at the top and from that trickle, the waters of our faith continued to pool together to create a river at the bottom.

I truly believe something was activated in the heavenlies and we have set off a chain reaction. The enemy has been stirred to anger and we have seen much push back from illness, discord with our spouses and children, financial struggles, backsliding, strongholds etc.

However, I truly believe that God is calling His children deeper. I believe that He is stirring in us a hunger and thirst that can no longer be quenched by fear, pain or opposition tactics from the enemy.  I believe that NOW is the time for us to press in all the more into the God of Miracles. NOW is the time to storm the gates of Heaven for our spouses, children, our complete freedom and healing. I believe that NOW is the time for us to suit up and prepare for battle.

There is a shifting going on right now. As we are in this transition period, it is up to US if we are going to take God at His word - for our destinies, purposes, signs, miracles and wonders. We cannot afford to give up or give in. The future of generations to come hangs in the balance. It sounds intense but don't worry! Greater is He that is in us than he that is in the world (1 John 4:4).

Patty's talk at the SUMite Summit: https://www.facebook.com/SpirituallyUnequalMarriage/videos/387269661859875/

There is so much more I could say but I've gone on a little long.

As we approach this Jewish New Year, what are the things you are coming to the Throne of Grace for? What do you hope to see in this new season? Shout

Oh, clap your hands, all you peoples! Shout to God with the voice of triumph! -- Psalm 47:1 (Shout here is the root word of teruah ::grin::)

We are going to shake the heavens and the earth with our shouts! In the comments, give a mighty shout to the Lord. Thank Him for the victory you've been praying and waiting for! Decree and declare that these prayers are answered in Jesus' mighty name! Now it is up to you to take Him at His word. Trust. Believe. Wait and see. God is so good. And He is worthy of the wait. Hugs!

 

 


But God! I'm Too Broken!

Hey SUM Family, Tiffany here!

As many of you know, I have been on a journey into worship flagging.

On February 9, 2019, I received my flags in the mail. I may have been a little excited. ::grin::

Feb 9 Eek Flag ArrivalPsalm 47:7 (NKJV) says, "For God is the King of all the earth. Sing praises with understanding." On February 20, 2019, I decided to write scripture verses on my flags as a reminder of why I dance. Using this same principle, it is my goal to always dance with understanding.

Feb 20 flag with scriptureA couple of months ago, I went to a worship and prayer night at my church. I grabbed my flags to begin to worship the Lord and I noticed something odd about how they were laying in the bag. Once they were out of the bag and I began to unwrap them, I noticed that the rods were snapped in half. I felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest. I was devastated. In that moment, I asked God, "Why?!" (Isn't it interesting how quick we are to blame God for our misfortunes?)

It was in the stillness of the room, as Holy Spirit settled upon us in worship, that I heard very clearly, "Broken is still beautiful. Broken is still usable."

I tried using the flags but it just wasn't working so I figured it was word meant for someone else in the room and mentioned it to the group.

Fast forward weeks later, I had been trying to use flags that were available for worship at church. Things just weren't flowing the way they did with my own flags. I couldn't seem to adjust to how these small and inflexible flags moved. I eventually decided this was a season of no flagging. I couldn't afford to fix them or buy new ones. All the while I had people mentioning how they missed seeing me flag. The "you were made to worship" quotes were another sting in my already broken heart.

A couple of days ago while lying in bed, Holy Spirit spoke to me again, "Broken is still beautiful. Broken is still usable." I missed flagging. It helps me to focus in on the heartbeat of God. I thought, "Yes Lord, I know. You've told me." It was then that I had received messaged from two different people about flagging. One was looking to sell her flags. Another had sent me a worship flag video. I could feel Holy Spirit wooing me. "Let's dance."

I got out of bed. The rest of the house was silent and sleeping. I couldn't resist Him any longer. It was in the darkness of my living room that I took out my flags and I began to worship. With broken flags and a broken spirit I moved, I spun, I jumped, I bent and I twirled. Oh what a joy to see the shadows of my flags moving in a beautiful rhythm. Holy Spirit and I dancing and interceding together once again.

You see, the problem was not with my flags. The problem was not in the word I received from God. The problem was with my expectation. With every adjustment in life there is a period where you have to do just that - adjust. In every new season we step into, we have to realize that we cannot do things the same way we did in the previous season. The old has gone, the new has come.

God never told me to stop flagging. This was a distraction from the enemy. During those months when I did not flag, I felt heartbroken. The first issue was that I had made my flags my identity. The broken flags helped me to realize this. The second issue is that I had put a commentary on the word that God had spoken over my flagging. I assumed they were broken and therefore, I had to either replace them or quit all together. But God! Broken is still beautiful. Broken is STILL USABLE.

One thing I should mention, God told me I am not to fix my flags. This is to serve as a reminder that I am broken. I am beautiful. I am valuable. I am usable.

Let's talk in the comments. I wonder, have any of you ever heard a word from the Lord but put your own spin on it? I pray I am not alone. How did you navigate back to the word God gave you? Do any of you feel too broken to be usable? Let's pray together. I want to pour into you today.


On Teens and Tipping Points

Ann here again! Boys

Having shared on Monday a little about church life, I thought I’d continue, this time about church and teenagers. Many of us have older kids, I know. Well, I live in a family of males. Add to that our male Persian cat and male lizard, and it seems that males are my speciality. I'm mindful that males sometimes don’t gel with church so I have a job on my hands, especially now that my boys are teenagers.

Like Moses’ mum, here’s how I feel about those two boys of mine:

“She saw that he was a beautiful child” Exodus 2:2

They are my beautiful children; and as their mum I will fiercely fight for their faith. However, I have a wee problem: I’m not managing to get them to church. Aggggh!

I know many of you have this too. Honestly, if I could go back, I would have fought when they were tots to get them into church, but I didn’t. And so now here I am, with the nagging thought that I’ve had an epic fail. Gulp. What my kids believe about Jesus is the most important thing. And yet, I struggle to convey the Gospel to them. What am I to do?

Well, a while ago God gave me the most enormous dose of comfort about this. Perhaps I received it so that I could write it up, so here it is. I hope it blesses you.

The moment of comfort came one day as I was lounging, fretting, and teary. A thought was bubbling: “We’re not a conventional church-going family. Am I doing enough?” Well, at that I heard God laugh! Not audibly, but in my spirit. How crazy: He laughed.

I pause here and say this: If God laughs, there’s not as much to fear as we think there is. And it was a kind laugh, a laugh that seemed to say “You really don’t need to fear.” It was, I guess, like the time Jesus said to another mother (Luke 7:11-17) “Don’t cry.” Really. Don’t cry:

As he approached the town gate, a dead person was being carried out—the only son of his mother, and she was a widow… When the Lord saw her, his heart went out to her and he said, “Don’t cry.” Then he went up and touched the bier they were carrying him on, and the bearers stood still. He said, “Young man, I say to you, get up!” The dead man sat up and began to talk, and Jesus gave him back to his mother.

Heading back to my own story, what happened next was that I heard words, which I'll paraphrase. They went something like this:

“Ann, if Travis and Miles went to church, it would be like a telephonist finding My Name on a switchboard. Instead, knowing Me is like speaking on a telephone, not just seeing My Name in theory.”

For my kids, then, might church only have got them to the point of seeing God’s name on a switchboard? Would faith take more? My pen was in my hand at this point, when I heard more:

“Do you have Jesus, Ann?”

Yes. I do. Then this:

“There will come a tipping point.”

Wow. Then:

“There are a lot of temporary questions.”

And that was it. And ever since, I’ve sat with this experience. I’ve sat with it for a couple of years now. Honestly, hearing God is an all-round mystery that leads to pursuit, and so I've been pursuing what He meant. Here’s where I'm at:

It’s not that church is unnecessary for kids. The opposite: Church is important. But some of us feel we’ve failed, and we despair. For those weary ones, I believe God is saying that even if we had managed church, our kids would need something extra. That something extra is Jesus; and as mothers and fathers that is what we fill ourselves with: Him. When we fill ourselves with His living water (John 4:12), eventually it overflows – And therein lies a tipping point. Our worries are temporary, for a tipping point will come.

May I testify today? My youngest has just started high school. Guess what? He's got a new best friend: A Christian. This weekend he's going away with that friend's youth group. Who knows where it will lead, but I'm encouraged.

Am I doing enough? I have Jesus. 

What are your experiences of raising kids in or out of church?

Nice chatting!


When God Asks You to Step Forward

Hello SUM family, Ann here!

It’s a beautiful spring day here in New Zealand and I have a testimony of God’s grace that I want to share. Some fun shifts have happened in my life, so with a bounce in my step let me tell you a fun story. Church  my hardest act

I’ve written previously about my struggles with churchgoing. This, for me, has been one of the hardest parts of this walk: Churchgoing without our spouses can be so complex. You know, a few years ago if you’d been to my church and gone ‘where’s Ann?’ you’d have looked and found me contorted in a crying shape in the back row. That was if I got there at all.

Well, it’s changed. No, I’m not about to announce that my hubby goes with me; but these days we have a peaceful routine. On a Sunday we share a nice coffee together before I squeeze him goodbye. My two teenagers murmur "bye Mum" as I walk past them to the door. I drive through quiet streets, cheerful, and turn up just as church starts. Once it's over, I drive home via a bakery and burst through the door with lunch.

“Hi Babe, how was church?” Hug. Missed you. Love you.

Phew. What a difference.

Granted, there are things I don't do. The idea of me going to a ‘small group’ is, to Bryce, the epitome of weirdness. Therefore, that one I just leave well alone. It's ok. There is abundant life beyond a small group.

I'm so happy that this peaceful routine is what our Sundays look like. But as believers it seems we’re often stretched beyond comfort, and no sooner had church become ok than it became slightly challenging again. Here’s what happened:

In April, I seemed to hear God say that I was going to do some public speaking. Okay.. Right. My response was something like, "I'm up for it, Lord, but um... Tell me more?"

More clues came. For example, not one but two strangers said to me out of the blue: “You look like a teacher.” The first was a shopkeeper, to whom I smiled in response. The second stranger was a passenger I sat next to on the flight home from our SUM conference. "You look like a teacher." At that point I took notice. It made me wonder if this public speaking involved some kind of teaching.

Then it happened. Speaking invites came. My head spun as it came unexpectedly. I spoke at an apologetics conference. Next, I got an invite to speak at a local church after meeting their pastor at that conference. Then one Sunday at my own church the leader who runs our preaching schedule caught me: “How would you like to speak a little bit?” It was all so random. And because it seemed a God thing I said yes.

I did have a concern: How would Bryce feel? He doesn’t like the idea of church. What was I to do? Step forward or not? It’s a long story but I kept stepping forward. It felt risky and wobbly, but our peace as a couple came out intact. Now, having gone through this stretching time here's my reflection:

Like all of us in this community I've had to rigorously question my faith. Looking back, it’s been resistance training. I liken it to a grueling military exercise. I'm not joking, that's how it's felt. Every time my belief in Jesus has been challenged I've re-examined it. Pushing against the resistance my muscles got stronger. I guess now that means I can stand up behind a microphone and say with certainty that Jesus is the Truth, and that is a certainty that might well help others. I never thought I had the gift of faith, but I’ve recently come to believe that perhaps I do; it's just been forged progressively.

I know that gift of faith is active among the rest of us here. Or, if you’re just beginning your faith journey, it will be. It's a strength of faith which we can then share with others.

So, that’s my testimony. Bryce is now teasing me about ‘sermonizing’. That brings a smile: I'm somewhat relieved we can laugh together about what was previously so difficult. 

How about you, how is your involvement in church going? I’d love to pray for you.

In friendship,

Ann


Acceptance vs. Approval

AcceptanceBy Martha Bush

“How can I accept this situation; it’s not supposed to be this way!”

No doubt, most of us have made that statement many times in our spiritually mismatched marriages. I tend to believe that God is agreeing with us and saying, “No, it wasn’t supposed to be this way.”

Today, I want to write about a teaching that made light bulbs light up within me as I listened to my pastor’s wife, the late Melba Berkeheimer, teach on Acceptance vs. Approval.

See what you think of this analogy when you think of the word acceptance, particularly as it pertains to hurts in your marriage.

There is a big difference between ACCEPTANCE and  APPROVAL. We sometimes think that we have to approve something or someone in order to accept the situation, but that is not true. We have to accept a lot of things in life, but we don’t have to approve them.

Think of it like this: If your body gets a transplant of a particular organ and your body accepts the transplant, you have a new  life. But if your body rejects it, you don’t have a new life.

So, it is with situations in our lives; acceptance is what we have to do in order to have a new life. Otherwise, there is a portion of you going this way and another portion going the other way. When things go opposite one another, it produces friction. And that’s exactly what is going on inside­–friction and turmoil because you’re saying, “I can’t accept it.”

Begin to go the same direction by accepting it, even though you don’t approve it. Sometimes you will even feel like you are a traitor because, after all, the situation is wrong. You are not a traitor. You are just accepting the facts of reality for your peace.

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As I sat and listened to Melba teach on this concept of acceptance vs. approval, at first I was totally confused and discouraged. And so, my question to her was: “I understand that we have to accept things like death as a reality. But, I can’t accept division and discord in families. Doesn’t God want us to have harmony in our families?”

After bowing her head and thinking a long time, I shall never forget her response: “I won’t say that it won’t ever be, because with God all things are possible. But, what God could be saying to you is ‘when I get everybody like I want them, then I’ll put it all back together again.’”

Aha! I caught it, and I moved into the category of what I labeled as Seasonal Acceptance. I began to realize that accepting my present situation, even with the discord, did not mean accepting it as a permanent situation, because as Melba said, “with God, all things are possible.”

Admittedly, there were situations in which I had to detour around and make ADJUSTMENTS and set some BOUNDARIES in order to live with the situation in a healthy way.

The question you may be asking is: “How Do You Know When You’ve Reached Acceptance?”

This is what I discovered; perhaps it will be of help to you.

1. When I could talk about the situation freely, and it just didn’t sting or tear my insides out like it once did, I knew I had walked through forgiveness. 

  • Accepting one another and forgiving one another; just as the Lord has forgiven you, so you must also forgive.   (Colossians 3:13 HCSB) 

2. When I began to learn who I was in Christ, and that He had a plan and purpose for my life, regardless of my situation.

  • "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord. "Plans to prosper you, and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."   (Jeremiah 29:11 NIV)

3. When I started helping others who were going through hurts in their life. There is no greater joy than pouring into someone else's life what you have learned during trying situations.

  • Out of the comfort God has comforted you, go forth and comfort others. (Paraphrased from 11 Corinthians 1:3-4)

What about you?  Share in the comments what you feel you can now accept, even though you don't approve of it. Perhaps what you have learned will be an encouragement to someone else. You might also name adjustments you had to make.

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NOTE: I can’t leave a post like this without pointing out to those of you in abusive situations that I am NOT saying to accept abuse for a season even though you don’t approve of it. Every situation is different and might call for different living arrangements for your own protection.

 


You May Only Be 3 Days Away From Your Bloom!

Before-after-plantBy Martha Bush

It is 4 o’clock in the morning, and time for me to enter into my quite room with the Lord. I know what you are thinking. “How faithful and holy she is to get up so early in the morning to praise and worship the Lord!”

As President George Washington replied when his father asked if he had cut down his cherry tree, “I cannot tell a lie–I did cut it down with my hatchet.”  So, I cannot tell a lie. Instead of a praise and worship time with the Lord, I had a complaining time with Him. This is what I wrote in my journal at 4 A.M. in the morning.

It seems as though my whole life has been spent waiting for You to show up, Lord. Why Lord, why so long? Is there something I haven’t done? Is it for Your special appointed time yet to come? Tell me, Lord, I’ll do anything You ask of me. Sometimes, I am just so tired of waiting. Why Lord, why the wait—my life is slipping away while I wait.

I would like to think that my first cup of coffee had not put life into me yet, but I am not going to make any excuses. What is inside comes out, no matter what time of the day it is. Have you been there? Please tell me I am not alone!

Fast forward two hours later–time to click onto facebook for the news of the day. And it was as if God had a special post planned just for me from my friend, Laura Hinton.

It went like this: (Printed with Laura’s permission.)

What a difference 3 days can make. Just last week I threatened to cut down this monstrosity. I planted it 2 1/2 years ago and it’s NOTHING like I expected. I wanted a pretty little lily plant with pretty little blooms. Instead this thing grew. It’s huge (nearly 4’ tall and just as wide) and it keeps getting huger! And it never bloomed.

So, I literally spoke these words, “I’m tired of waiting for this thing to bloom. I think I’ll just cut it down.

What a beautiful transformation I would have missed. And it smells sooo sweet. Hummingbirds have been hanging around all morning. I’ve never seen one in our yard before.  (See image of Laura's before and after plant.)

I could literally expound on this thought for hours as a life comparison. My physical health, mental health, marriage, finances, kids....

How many times did I threaten to “cut it down,” to throw in the towel, to give up and walk away. Everything in my life is a testimony to “Never, ever, ever give up!

EVERYTHING
Good things (beautiful, joyful, miraculous things) DO come to those who wait and who do the work.
And wait.
And do the work.
And wait.
Don’t give up.
You may only be 3 days away from your bloom!

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Enough said!

See you in the comments. 


Like a Child ...

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Hello, dear SUMites. Ian from Down Under here. Spring has begun and the Lord is spoiling us with some delightfully beautiful days.

It was Father’s Day here on Sunday and Fiona had organized an afternoon tea with our two sons, their partners and grandchildren at our eldest son’s home. It was a gorgeous sunny day and we had a splendid relaxing time, six adults and two littlies. As you’d expect the latter received most of our attention and I rejoiced at strolling around the garden with our dear little Willow (8 months now) while two-year-old Moses entertained us with his ‘new words’ and racing around on his various tricycles.

There was an interesting moment when Daniel swung his son around on a makeshift swing (Dan being the swing). It was delightful seeing the joy on Moses’ face – he kinda went into a zone of contentment as he flew through the air for a few moments. There was no sign of fear as he trusted in his dad to swing him high and low then bring him down for a safe landing.

The Law of Three Strikes

We’ve talked about this ‘law’ a few times in the past. I woke yesterday to find two of my readings featured Matthew 18:1-3 – “’At that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, ‘Who, then, is the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven?’ He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them. And he said: ’Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the Kingdom of Heaven.’”

Okay Lord, you’re trying to tell me something here. And so I reflected on that moment Dan swung his son around. Moses simply trusted. He couldn’t experience the fun moment without his dad and let himself go so he could simply experience the magic of it.

It’s a wonderful picture of that verse above, isn’t it? The Kingdom of Heaven is here (Mark 1:15) and God wants us to experience it all and all we have to do is believe and let go with child-like trust so we can enjoy the magic of it.

Ooo … it’s exciting, isn’t it.

Being a Parent

You might be asking: “where’s the third strike, Ian?”

Almost immediately after reading the Matthew verse (twice) I read Psalm 71:6 – “Upon you I have leaned from before my birth; you are who took me from my mother’s womb. My praise is continually of you.”

God is our true parent (to quote Sara Hagerty). But it was the “leaned” that lingered as I read the verse a number of times. God wants us to lean on Him. We were never meant to live lives of independence, rather dependent ones. It’s a characteristic of being childlike – dependence. Trusting in your parent. Little Moses trusted Dan, his father, completely. And loved every moment of it.

Yes, there will be times we trust God and frankly don’t have much fun at all but I sense in that Psalm verse, we’re being told that God is trustworthy, even in birth. Hey, birth is pretty rugged for both mom and baby. But we can lean on God then and always.

 

What childlike quality to find most compelling when Jesus invites us to become like little children to experience His Kingdom? I’d love it if we could share in the comments below.


I've Reached a Dead-End!

A Dead-End….

…Divorce…

…Failed adoption…

…Lost job…

…Friendship betrayed…

…Circumstances…

…Cancer…

Arrival on: Dead End Street


Deadend2This is a familiar road to me, perhaps to you as well. We arrive in this desolate place by many different vehicles and at various speeds.

I have ambled down this road in a slow, painful progression, via a loss of a friendship. I have slammed into the road sign, leaving it flat on the pavement, after screeching to a halt. I look around bewildered at my arrival once again. Pride usually facilities this crash. I have followed Christ, with absolute certainty of His leading, only to take up residence once again next to the familiar roadblock because I didn’t trust Him completely.

Arrival on Dead-End Street brings the inevitable questions: Why? What purpose does this serve, God?

The question to ask is not why. The question to ask is, God what are you up to?

James 1:5-6 (New International Version)
5 If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him. 6 But when he asks, he must believe and not doubt, because he who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind.

Ask Him about it. In many instances, God has future Kingdom work so intense and fantastic we would fear it and run. It is in the waiting that we are prepared to climb to the next plateau. Living on Dead-End Street forges a soul of Christlike character. Life is not about us. It is about Him. God utilizes our dead-end to magnify Himself.

Romans 11:36 (New International Version)
36 For from him and through him and to him are all things. To him be the glory forever! Amen.

The holding pattern teaches us to set aside our ambitions and help others. God works through people. If we are flying down life’s highway screaming past the befuddled bystanders, we can’t possibly show them Jesus. God is revealed when we enrich another’s life, a child, our spouse, a stranger, and especially others stranded on Dead-End Street. If we refuse to slow down willingly, God will unquestionably find a way to do it for us.

1 Timothy 2:4 (New International Version)
4 who wants all men to be saved and to come to a knowledge of the truth.

It is at the dead-end where God will pursue us, change us, and grow us. Are you stuck on Dead-End Street right now?

If so,
YOU ARE ON HOLY GROUND!

Jeremiah 29:11(New International Version)
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

Lord, we are standing on holy ground in your presence waiting. Reveal your desire for our lives and character while we abide in this desolate place. Keep our memory strong. Never allow us to forget the lessons learned here. Let us find peace in the promise that you want to give us a hope and a future. In Jesus name, Amen.