Miracles Part 2: When God Shows Up at Prime Time
God orchestrates miracles at prime time.
Even if things look and feel hopeless, His glory shows up in the choicest hour.
From Genesis to Revelation, stories of miracles grace the pages of God’s Word. The dead come back to life. Nature obeys the Creator’s voice—the rain comes or stops, the winds and waves cease or the sun doesn’t set.
Still further, a virgin gives birth to the messiah. A boy’s lunch of a few fish and bread multiplies to feed thousands. The lame walk, the blind see, and the oppressed find freedom.
Miracles at Prime Time
Not only does the Lord perform miracles for His people at the opportune time. But miracles of faith require us to follow God’s instructions.
In Exodus 14, Moses leads the Israelites out of slavery in Egypt. A place of physical and emotional bondage. As God’s people travel through the wilderness, the Egyptian ruler, Pharaoh, and his army pursue them.
The scene looked and felt hopeless.
March 30, 2017 at 8:26 am | Uncategorized
I Believe in God and I Believe in Miracles
I’m praying for nothing short of a miracle. No one is higher than the God we serve.
I believe in miracles. So when my writer friend, Marla, asked me to pray for her family during a difficult time, I petitioned my Lord to do the impossible.
If we break down the word impossible. We humans are the “im”—as in, I’m a person with limited power and ability. But God’s the “possible.”
Because only a great and mighty God can make all things a possibility. And He can, you know, do anything.
Meetings With Jesus
Here’s more of the note to Marla. Sorry to hear this devastating news. We believe He has the power and we believe in His sovereignty even if He chooses not to. He’s the giver of life, the CEO of the world, and applies the soothing balm of the Spirit to our hurts.
Marla’s situation did not turn out as she’d hoped. Yet, the great and mighty Savior met her in her darkest hour.
March 23, 2017 at 8:35 am | Uncategorized
I Want to Put This Catchphrase on a T-shirt
More taste than money. Life is good. The book was better. Alone. Huggable.
There’s no doubt about it.
A t-shirt comes in varied colors and sizes, displays our favorite sayings, iconic people and things.
T-shirt Catchphrases
Phrases exist in all forms. Crazy, blunt, offensive, sweet, wild, fun, shocking, and humorous.
Some can’t be worn to school. Many go against the dress code at work. A few may bring us trouble.
One popular catchphrase promotes t-shirt lovers sense of style while leaving room for personal opinion and devotion.
Have you seen “I’m with” sayings on t-shirts?
I’m with…
Stupid
Her
The beauty
Handsome
The celebrity
The writer
The college graduate
The winner
The princess
And sometimes the shirt lists a specific person. A politician’s name relays you’re “with” him in beliefs.
So, if you chose a person, what would your shirt say? I’m with _____.
I’m With….
To find out my t-shirt line, consider His titles:
March 16, 2017 at 8:06 am | Uncategorized
Identity Theft: Taking Back What the Enemy Stole
He exploited my good name with my personal resources at stake.
Robbed. Bamboozled. Deceived.
Stolen Identity
Information security failed, leaving me open to attack. So a crafty thief stole from me. Stripping me bare of belongings and draining me dry.
And he left me utterly bankrupt and exposed to the most common scam on the planet.
A victim of identity theft. No, not the kind you hear about in the media. My identity in association with bank accounts and financial credit remained undamaged.
Also, no one robbed me of “who I am” by posing as me online, running up a money debt at my expense. These areas remain secure and not breached.
But a vile enemy sabotaged my identity. The thief who intends to kill, steal, and destroy (John 10:10). And he robbed me of “who I am” by strategic lies in my mind and labels imposed on me by others.
Who is this enemy? Satan. The chief of thieves. And the evil one.
The Enemy Versus God
March 9, 2017 at 11:24 am | Uncategorized
Not Ashamed: I Worship Jesus Christ
Tears pooled. A lump formed in my throat. In that instant, the enemy ambushed my heart.
I’d lost sight of who I worship.
Because the words of praise gnawed at me. Why all the glory and honor for her? I celebrated alongside her. But secretly I felt overlooked. Shoved further away from the spotlight.
Unsolicited thoughts snuck up on me. Drumroll, please. Everyone lift her up!
I cringe at such ugliness. It’s hard to confess. Embarrassing.
But the spotlight was never intended for me. The Lord reminded me of the words He’d stirred in my soul.
If I can’t lay down my own glory, Jesus will never get His.
Surrendered Worship
“Lord, haven’t I taken this class before? Glory belongs to you alone. Will this be an endless struggle? A spiritual handicap to overcome?”
March 2, 2017 at 10:34 am | Uncategorized