Happy New Year to my faithful subscribers and readers! Please forgive me for the blog post drought! 2017 was an interesting year. God took me on a pretty wild ride of healing and transformation, and, frankly, I didn’t have much time to write.
I had to look back at my blog post from this time last year to remind myself of what my WORD was for 2017. It was MAGNIFY. My prayer was for God to be magnified in my life, so I could see Him clearly. While I didn’t exactly mediate on the word last year, I can surely see how God worked in my life! Praise Him!
He helped me release the past and move forward.
“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?” (Isaiah 43:18-19 NIV). Oh, yeah, Brother Isaiah! I perceive it!
He literally plucked me up and planted me into a new work environment that’s way better-suited for me.
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; n all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight” (Proverbs 3:5-6 NIV). I didn’t even apply for a transfer. I was too stuck and too afraid to move.
He showed me a way to demolish my food stronghold and trample it under my feet!
“The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds” (2 Corinthians 10:4 NIV). Jesus and the ketogenic way of eating has removed the power food used to have over me.
He gave me my sparkle back.
“You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand” (Psalm 16:11 NIV). I’m taking care of my appearance, so my outside matches the joy I feel inside. Thanks to LimeLight by Alcone, I have glowing skin, a budding new business, and an amazing network of LimeLight sisters.
Yes, I think God was magnified in 2017 just fine!
This year, my word is STIRRED.
I’ve been a Christian for 35 years, and I’ve been hearing about Jesus my whole life. Somewhere along the way, I’ve lost my awe over what Jesus did for me. Scriptures and songs about the Cross don’t move me the way they should.
I was thinking the other day about how I’d feel if someone gave their life to save mine. You know, maybe someone lost their life rescuing me from a burning building or something like that. I don’t think I’d ever get over something like that. I’d never think of that person without my heart pounding in the chest.
Yet I can read John 3:16 and feel nothing. I can sing songs about the Cross with no change of my pulse. I want to be stirred, shaken, deeply affected by the reality of God’s sacrificial love for me.
I want to better understand the magnitude of His love for me, so I can love better. Love Him. Love myself. Love others.
I know life’s not all about feelings, but I want to FEEL something when I think about my Lord!
And so I pray:
Stir me, Lord.
Disturb the waters in my soul’s deep pool.
I want to feel it!
The awe and angst.
The guilt and gratitude.
Jesus died for me!
I don’t ever want to get over it!
Ever amazed. Ever touched. Ever stirred.
Stirred by the magnitude of Your sacrifice.
Stirred by the hope I have of heaven.
Stirred by the myriad souls who still don’t know You.
I’ve stirred myself up for years and years.
With fear, worry, and self-doubt.
Something tells me a God-stirred soul is a healthy soul.
Fully alive. Fully awake. Fully amazed.
Please stir me, Lord.
Reach down with Your nail-scarred hand,
and shake up my stagnant soul,
and change everything.