Posted by Lisa Laree to Beer Lahai Roi
It's 11:57 PM; I am just squeaking this in tonight...
Can you believe we are halfway through? Unbelievable.
I actually had another verse picked out. One that made me squirm under the discomfort of conviction just a little. But I wanted to verify the reference, and as I was flipping through the Bible on my way to just make sure that was right, I came across another verse and I had to switch.
So, instead of the other, this week's verse is Prov. 31: 8 - 9. The verses that come right before the Wife of a Noble Character.
Earlier this week, I came across a blog post about the gendercide that is happening on a global basis and was really grieved. But, like most folks, I don't know what to do about the grief.
Somehow, this speaks to that....
Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute. Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy.
I think I am too guilty of allowing myself to feel too small. I don't know what difference I can make...but maybe even just a little difference is enough....
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Friday, June 7, 2013
I will go and look...
I am soooo not an artist; never could get what I saw in my head to come out of my crayons or charcoal or paintbrush or whatever.
Yet spontaneous painting is often used as a form of worship, particularly in girl's/women's events at our church. I really struggled with the last time I participated in one of the painting sessions (and I still need to put some tail feathers on that poor bird!)
And tonight I found myself at another mother/daughter event at which the paints were out. We were encouraged to paint graphics reflecting 'Big Dreams'.
I pulled out the little NKJV Bible I'd tossed in my bag before I left the house, thinking I'd do something with the most recent SSMT verse...y'know, the one I'm supposed to be memorizing.
Could NOT remember the reference. Wasn't sure I had the verse good enough. Looked and looked through Psalms, but, since I'm using one of the auxiliary Bibles, I couldn't find it. It was, after all, a different translation.
But the clock was ticking (we only had about 30 minutes to paint) and a plate with four blobs of paint....hot pink, royal blue, neon green and bright yellow...appeared at my table, along with a sheet of 'canvassy' paper.
I mixed some of the pink and yellow together and swirled some onto the page, not really sure what would happen or where I was going.
Back in the day, we used to watch Bob Ross paint a fabulous picture in 30 minutes every Saturday (he was back-to-back w/ 'Sewing with Nancy'). I was amazed at how he just made the picture appear. "The bushes live in your brush,' he'd say. It looked like magic to me.
But as I swirled that bit of paint onto the page, suddenly I saw a whole picture. And instead of struggling as I did last time, the picture...well, graphic...seemed to leap off my brush.
I had to bring it home to finish it, as I couldn't put the words on until it was dry, but, yeah, talk abut a big God dream...
Moses had given up on the dream of freeing his people. But there, at the burning bush, it was revived.
Part of the prayer my pastor friend prayed over me Saturday was that God would bring about the dreams I'd given up on.
I can't revive a dead dream. But I can take off my shoes and listen when He begins to speak of it.
Yet spontaneous painting is often used as a form of worship, particularly in girl's/women's events at our church. I really struggled with the last time I participated in one of the painting sessions (and I still need to put some tail feathers on that poor bird!)
And tonight I found myself at another mother/daughter event at which the paints were out. We were encouraged to paint graphics reflecting 'Big Dreams'.
I pulled out the little NKJV Bible I'd tossed in my bag before I left the house, thinking I'd do something with the most recent SSMT verse...y'know, the one I'm supposed to be memorizing.
Could NOT remember the reference. Wasn't sure I had the verse good enough. Looked and looked through Psalms, but, since I'm using one of the auxiliary Bibles, I couldn't find it. It was, after all, a different translation.
But the clock was ticking (we only had about 30 minutes to paint) and a plate with four blobs of paint....hot pink, royal blue, neon green and bright yellow...appeared at my table, along with a sheet of 'canvassy' paper.
I mixed some of the pink and yellow together and swirled some onto the page, not really sure what would happen or where I was going.
Back in the day, we used to watch Bob Ross paint a fabulous picture in 30 minutes every Saturday (he was back-to-back w/ 'Sewing with Nancy'). I was amazed at how he just made the picture appear. "The bushes live in your brush,' he'd say. It looked like magic to me.
But as I swirled that bit of paint onto the page, suddenly I saw a whole picture. And instead of struggling as I did last time, the picture...well, graphic...seemed to leap off my brush.I had to bring it home to finish it, as I couldn't put the words on until it was dry, but, yeah, talk abut a big God dream...
Moses had given up on the dream of freeing his people. But there, at the burning bush, it was revived.
Part of the prayer my pastor friend prayed over me Saturday was that God would bring about the dreams I'd given up on.
I can't revive a dead dream. But I can take off my shoes and listen when He begins to speak of it.
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Siesta Scripture Memory Team Verse 11 - Ps 38:9
Posted by Lisa Laree to Beer Lahai Roi
We had a worship workshop today...all the worship teams from all the campuses came together for some group instruction and fellowship time. I'd been looking forward to it; we were out of town and missed the last one.
I got more than I expected.
We began with worship, which was appropriate, and ended the worship with a time of prayer. I could see what was coming; that our pastor was going to ask folks who were in the middle of tough circumstances to raise their hands, and for everyone else to gather round those folks and pray for them. To be honest, I found my spirit kind of cringing. 'I don't have anything to offer anyone today,' I thought.
And heard an answer in my spirit, "Then that means you are one who should raise your hand."
That surprised me; we have had some rough moments, particularly in the parenting area, in the last few months, but nothing was in crisis mode now. I didn't see myself as standing particularly in need of urgent prayer to make it through.
But in the next few moments, I saw multiple areas which were either a source of stress, something in which I am really needing direction or something that is grieving my spirit. Each one, in and of itself, wasn't a big deal, but taken all together...well, it's no wonder I didn't feel like I could really minister to anyone. I realized I was just plain tired in my spirit.
So, ok, I will be obedient. I raised my hand.
And I expected my nearby fellow choir folks to come round, put their hands on my shoulders, and pray quietly for me, or pray fairly standard prayers of encouragement.
Which really would have been fine. As I said, I didn't really feel like I was in a crisis of any kind; just tired.
But one of our campus pastors came to me and began to pray specific things...some which really could've applied to any number of folks, but she prayed for one area that was so specific that it could not have been random. She spoke to a request that I have been putting before God for...well, a really long time, although I haven't brought it up often. I never even hinted at this request to anyone.
And she said that God was sending the answer; that I am to walk in expectation for it to come soon.
I fell apart.
Not because the request and its answer is such a big deal...but because it was secret and highly specific. And I was reminded again that God really and truly knows me and hears my heart.
Today's SSMT Verse:
All my longings lie open before you, O LORD; my sighing is not hidden from you. Ps. 38:9 NIV84
We had a worship workshop today...all the worship teams from all the campuses came together for some group instruction and fellowship time. I'd been looking forward to it; we were out of town and missed the last one.
I got more than I expected.
We began with worship, which was appropriate, and ended the worship with a time of prayer. I could see what was coming; that our pastor was going to ask folks who were in the middle of tough circumstances to raise their hands, and for everyone else to gather round those folks and pray for them. To be honest, I found my spirit kind of cringing. 'I don't have anything to offer anyone today,' I thought.
And heard an answer in my spirit, "Then that means you are one who should raise your hand."
That surprised me; we have had some rough moments, particularly in the parenting area, in the last few months, but nothing was in crisis mode now. I didn't see myself as standing particularly in need of urgent prayer to make it through.
But in the next few moments, I saw multiple areas which were either a source of stress, something in which I am really needing direction or something that is grieving my spirit. Each one, in and of itself, wasn't a big deal, but taken all together...well, it's no wonder I didn't feel like I could really minister to anyone. I realized I was just plain tired in my spirit.
So, ok, I will be obedient. I raised my hand.
And I expected my nearby fellow choir folks to come round, put their hands on my shoulders, and pray quietly for me, or pray fairly standard prayers of encouragement.
Which really would have been fine. As I said, I didn't really feel like I was in a crisis of any kind; just tired.
But one of our campus pastors came to me and began to pray specific things...some which really could've applied to any number of folks, but she prayed for one area that was so specific that it could not have been random. She spoke to a request that I have been putting before God for...well, a really long time, although I haven't brought it up often. I never even hinted at this request to anyone.
And she said that God was sending the answer; that I am to walk in expectation for it to come soon.
I fell apart.
Not because the request and its answer is such a big deal...but because it was secret and highly specific. And I was reminded again that God really and truly knows me and hears my heart.
Today's SSMT Verse:
All my longings lie open before you, O LORD; my sighing is not hidden from you. Ps. 38:9 NIV84
Friday, May 24, 2013
Coming of Age
Posted by Lisa Laree to Beer Lahai Roi
When I was in high school, I dated a young man who belonged to a religious group that is generally recognized amongst evangelicals as a 'Bible-based cult'.
[Aside: that always seemed odd to me, as the premise of belief in that (and other groups that share the same designation) is that the Bible has been corrupted and is not the final word on faith and, in fact, cannot be trusted. So the term 'Bible-based' seemed rather...off... but that's a topic for another day.]
Anyway, I was shocked to learn in the early stages of our relationship that he did not view the Bible in the same way that I did; that he did not believe the church I attended had any authority to operate as a church at all...well, let's just say that there were a NUMBER of points upon which we found ourselves at odds.
But, having grown up in the little evangelic congregation, I had not been much exposed to other viewpoints. Suddenly, it was not enough to know what my preacher said or what my Sunday School teacher said...I found myself in the position of needing to know what I really believed for myself and began a journey of reading and studying my beautiful little Cambridge King James Bible to find out.
First, I had to decide what I believed about the Bible itself...was it trustworthy? Or was it corrupted? Was it truly the word of God, or just a bunch of religious writings by some old dudes a long, long time ago? If I believed God inspired the old dudes to write, then I had to decided what I believed about God...was He really interested in the people walking around on the planet? Did He even exist, really?
It was a lot of thinking for a 16 - 17 year old. I won't go through the whole process, but in the end, I decided that I did believe God existed, that He does care about people, that He caused the Bible to be written and preserved it for generations to come...and that what it said was true.
That really should've been the end of that dating relationship, but, well, I really wasn't very emotionally strong as a teen and it took me about 3 years and two tries before it finally ended. That's also a story for another day. Maybe.
But the whole process had a benefit that I was not even aware of at the time...I made the decision to live life absolutely as a daughter of God. I fell in love with His word. I learned to talk and to listen to Him.
In short, I made the faith that I had grown up learning about part of my identity and character. I moved from religious observation of rules and doctrine to relationship.
Before I left home.
That has made all the difference in the world in my life. I have watched church friends, who did not make that decision before leaving home, walk through very dark and difficult things. Some have come back 'round, with hard earned lessons; some have not and are still struggling in many ways all these years later.
This is why I teach teens today.
Because there comes a time in the life of every kid raised in a Christian home, who grew up going to church and hearing all the Bible stories, when that child has to make a life-determining decision. Even if they made a profession of faith and were baptized at an early age, the decision still has to be affirmed as a abstract-thinking self-determining young adult.
The decision is to walk in relationship with God, walk in religion or walk away.
The most humbling thing as a teacher of teens...as a parent of teens...is to see a youngster at that point of decision and know that it is the kid who must make the decision, from their own convictions.
I grieve when I see kids choose to make it religious...'I do the church stuff and then I do what I want' OR have a strict do/do not list of rules to live by...because they have missed the joy of relationship. I grieve still more when I see kids walk away, who make decisions that cost them so much.
So I pray and I do my best to show these young ones that God is real, He loves each of them as a true daughter, He can be trusted, and the Bible is a love letter full of wisdom and guidance. And then I pray some more.
Because I know that the tipping point of decision will set the tone for much of their lives. It matters.
When I was in high school, I dated a young man who belonged to a religious group that is generally recognized amongst evangelicals as a 'Bible-based cult'.
[Aside: that always seemed odd to me, as the premise of belief in that (and other groups that share the same designation) is that the Bible has been corrupted and is not the final word on faith and, in fact, cannot be trusted. So the term 'Bible-based' seemed rather...off... but that's a topic for another day.]
Anyway, I was shocked to learn in the early stages of our relationship that he did not view the Bible in the same way that I did; that he did not believe the church I attended had any authority to operate as a church at all...well, let's just say that there were a NUMBER of points upon which we found ourselves at odds.
But, having grown up in the little evangelic congregation, I had not been much exposed to other viewpoints. Suddenly, it was not enough to know what my preacher said or what my Sunday School teacher said...I found myself in the position of needing to know what I really believed for myself and began a journey of reading and studying my beautiful little Cambridge King James Bible to find out.
First, I had to decide what I believed about the Bible itself...was it trustworthy? Or was it corrupted? Was it truly the word of God, or just a bunch of religious writings by some old dudes a long, long time ago? If I believed God inspired the old dudes to write, then I had to decided what I believed about God...was He really interested in the people walking around on the planet? Did He even exist, really?
It was a lot of thinking for a 16 - 17 year old. I won't go through the whole process, but in the end, I decided that I did believe God existed, that He does care about people, that He caused the Bible to be written and preserved it for generations to come...and that what it said was true.
That really should've been the end of that dating relationship, but, well, I really wasn't very emotionally strong as a teen and it took me about 3 years and two tries before it finally ended. That's also a story for another day. Maybe.
But the whole process had a benefit that I was not even aware of at the time...I made the decision to live life absolutely as a daughter of God. I fell in love with His word. I learned to talk and to listen to Him.
In short, I made the faith that I had grown up learning about part of my identity and character. I moved from religious observation of rules and doctrine to relationship.
Before I left home.
That has made all the difference in the world in my life. I have watched church friends, who did not make that decision before leaving home, walk through very dark and difficult things. Some have come back 'round, with hard earned lessons; some have not and are still struggling in many ways all these years later.
This is why I teach teens today.
Because there comes a time in the life of every kid raised in a Christian home, who grew up going to church and hearing all the Bible stories, when that child has to make a life-determining decision. Even if they made a profession of faith and were baptized at an early age, the decision still has to be affirmed as a abstract-thinking self-determining young adult.
The decision is to walk in relationship with God, walk in religion or walk away.
The most humbling thing as a teacher of teens...as a parent of teens...is to see a youngster at that point of decision and know that it is the kid who must make the decision, from their own convictions.
I grieve when I see kids choose to make it religious...'I do the church stuff and then I do what I want' OR have a strict do/do not list of rules to live by...because they have missed the joy of relationship. I grieve still more when I see kids walk away, who make decisions that cost them so much.
So I pray and I do my best to show these young ones that God is real, He loves each of them as a true daughter, He can be trusted, and the Bible is a love letter full of wisdom and guidance. And then I pray some more.
Because I know that the tipping point of decision will set the tone for much of their lives. It matters.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Verse 10: Exodus 33:21
Last week, for some reason, I found myself reading down the Faithful Friday Faves summary list and suddenly realized that, although I have already memorized a fair number of those verses, and a few of them were lengthy passages that did not lend themselves to memorization, there were several verses listed that I had never committed to memory.
So I decided that, if I didn't have a verse ready to go by the time the next one is due, I'd pull a verse from that list.
And, lo and behold, the second verse on the list was one that had actually popped up in various places in the last couple of weeks. So I decided that it might be a good time to pull that one out and get it in the game.
Here's the tenth SSMT verse:
Then the LORD said, "There is a place near me where you may stand on a rock." - Ex. 33:21
That has so many layers of truth on it that it'll take me the next two weeks just to ponder on them.
So I decided that, if I didn't have a verse ready to go by the time the next one is due, I'd pull a verse from that list.
And, lo and behold, the second verse on the list was one that had actually popped up in various places in the last couple of weeks. So I decided that it might be a good time to pull that one out and get it in the game.
Here's the tenth SSMT verse:
Then the LORD said, "There is a place near me where you may stand on a rock." - Ex. 33:21
That has so many layers of truth on it that it'll take me the next two weeks just to ponder on them.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Oh. You mean me.
Posted by Lisa Laree to Beer Lahai Roi.
Our current topic in Friends Club is 'self esteem'...but we have some adolescent drama that is smoldering in the background and, instead of doing the intended teaching on self esteem, I found myself telling the following story...which I thought I had posted here, but an extended search did not turn it up, so here goes...
Back in the day, I was the youth leader in a very small church. We had our share of adolescent drama then, too, and I remembered one young lady who was very easily offended, often by folks she didn't even have actual contact with, because they happened to scowl in her direction, or some such thing. I assume that by now she has outgrown that...but I am not in a position to know.
However, a year or two or three ago, I had a dream that I was back in that position, planning a major youth trip. And this particular young lady showed up wanting to go. However, she had with her a large package of Pull Ups, as (remember, I was dreaming) she was not yet potty trained. At age 16 or 17. She just couldn't be bothered.
I remember that I was absolutely flabbergasted...not just because she was not yet potty trained, but because she expected to go along with us and make all of us deal with the issue. Of course, I told her that she could not possibly go along with us unless she made up her mind to deal with her, um, issues in a more, um, mature fashion.
She was upset, but, because she wanted to go on the trip, she reluctantly agreed.
Then I woke up.
I was really surprised at it; I hadn't thought of this particular child in a long time, really, and I didn't know why I would dream about her in that fashion.
Then I remembered something from the class I had on dreams and their interpretation...that a dream about another person really isn't about the other person...it's about me.
Suddenly, the whole dream took on a new shape.
It wasn't the youngster who had maturity issues...it was me. There were (are?) areas in my life that I am not dealing with in a mature fashion...and I cannot go where God wants to take me unless I pull myself together and deal with it. Put on the big girl panties, as I have heard in many places and fits this scenario extraordinarily well.
Of course, that applied to the drama in the classroom, but I have to ask myself...does it still apply to me? Am I STILL refusing to deal with issues that are keeping me from going forward?
HHmmm......
Our current topic in Friends Club is 'self esteem'...but we have some adolescent drama that is smoldering in the background and, instead of doing the intended teaching on self esteem, I found myself telling the following story...which I thought I had posted here, but an extended search did not turn it up, so here goes...
Back in the day, I was the youth leader in a very small church. We had our share of adolescent drama then, too, and I remembered one young lady who was very easily offended, often by folks she didn't even have actual contact with, because they happened to scowl in her direction, or some such thing. I assume that by now she has outgrown that...but I am not in a position to know.
However, a year or two or three ago, I had a dream that I was back in that position, planning a major youth trip. And this particular young lady showed up wanting to go. However, she had with her a large package of Pull Ups, as (remember, I was dreaming) she was not yet potty trained. At age 16 or 17. She just couldn't be bothered.
I remember that I was absolutely flabbergasted...not just because she was not yet potty trained, but because she expected to go along with us and make all of us deal with the issue. Of course, I told her that she could not possibly go along with us unless she made up her mind to deal with her, um, issues in a more, um, mature fashion.
She was upset, but, because she wanted to go on the trip, she reluctantly agreed.
Then I woke up.
I was really surprised at it; I hadn't thought of this particular child in a long time, really, and I didn't know why I would dream about her in that fashion.
Then I remembered something from the class I had on dreams and their interpretation...that a dream about another person really isn't about the other person...it's about me.
Suddenly, the whole dream took on a new shape.
It wasn't the youngster who had maturity issues...it was me. There were (are?) areas in my life that I am not dealing with in a mature fashion...and I cannot go where God wants to take me unless I pull myself together and deal with it. Put on the big girl panties, as I have heard in many places and fits this scenario extraordinarily well.
Of course, that applied to the drama in the classroom, but I have to ask myself...does it still apply to me? Am I STILL refusing to deal with issues that are keeping me from going forward?
HHmmm......
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Verse 9 - Ps. 51:12
Posted by Lisa Laree to Beer Lahai Roi
May first already...wow.
Time for the next SSMT verse.
This time, I found a likely verse in one of my studies sometime last week and marked it so I could find it easily when today rolled around.
Problem was, when today rolled around I couldn't remember which one of the studies it was. The Girls Only lessons? The Friends lessons? One of the other books I'd been reading?
Um.....
So I picked up my teacher manuals and skimmed through the last few lessons to see if, perhaps, the elusive verse was notably marked.
Um....
But, in the looking around I found myself taken in by another familiar scripture that hit me in a whole new way.
So. The May 1st verse it is.
Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit to sustain me. - Ps 51:12, NIV 84
What hit me this time was the second half of the verse... grant me a willing spirit to sustain me. We have heard much about the first part of the verse, David's plea for restoration after his huge moral failure, but that second part does not get much press.
But read it over. A willing spirit to sustain me. A willing spirit to sustain me. A willing spirit to sustain me. Willing to follow, willing to obey, willing to serve...and the willingness is, of itself, a gift of grace.
If the joy of the Lord is my strength, then that gift of willingness in my own spirit is my endurance.
And I'd never seen it quite like that before.
May first already...wow.
Time for the next SSMT verse.
This time, I found a likely verse in one of my studies sometime last week and marked it so I could find it easily when today rolled around.
Problem was, when today rolled around I couldn't remember which one of the studies it was. The Girls Only lessons? The Friends lessons? One of the other books I'd been reading?
Um.....
So I picked up my teacher manuals and skimmed through the last few lessons to see if, perhaps, the elusive verse was notably marked.
Um....
But, in the looking around I found myself taken in by another familiar scripture that hit me in a whole new way.
So. The May 1st verse it is.
Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit to sustain me. - Ps 51:12, NIV 84
What hit me this time was the second half of the verse... grant me a willing spirit to sustain me. We have heard much about the first part of the verse, David's plea for restoration after his huge moral failure, but that second part does not get much press.
But read it over. A willing spirit to sustain me. A willing spirit to sustain me. A willing spirit to sustain me. Willing to follow, willing to obey, willing to serve...and the willingness is, of itself, a gift of grace.
If the joy of the Lord is my strength, then that gift of willingness in my own spirit is my endurance.
And I'd never seen it quite like that before.
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