Am I A Seasonal Christian?

From Oswald Chamber's My Utmost for His Highest "One of the great snares of the Christian worker is to make a fetish of his rare moments. When the Spirit of God gives you a time of inspiration and insight, you say~Now I will always be like this for God." He goes on to write, "If you make a god of your best moments, you will find that God will fade out of your life and never come back until you do the duty that lies nearest, and have learned not to make a fetish of your rare moments."

I can easily say that I have a tendency to have my points of inspiration as well as my points of spiritual desolation. I take those rare moments of inspiration and I try to wring them for all they hold so I can keep that inspiration going through good times and bad.

When asked in an interview about being the mom of a child with special needs, "How do you do it?" I responded, "I have to choose to start each day inspired or depressed..." Now I look back and think, "Do I have to be so extreme?" Can I just "be" and let God do the rest? Do I have to have a mountain to climb in order to be inspired~or can I just be content to have an uneventful period in my life?

If I "make a god of my best moments" and I worship those momentous events~then my focus is no longer on God, it is on the event. My focus is no longer on running the race and finishing the race, it is on finishing with flair and fanfare.

"Be instant in season, out of season" 2 Timothy 4:2 tells me that I should be right there for God whether I feel winter, or summer~that I can't just be "His Girl" when all the conditions meet my requirement for inspiration. I need to keep putting one foot in front of the other whether inspired or not. God WILL WORK in all seasons of my life!!!

So, tonight, I lift my cup to God and I say, "Father, help me to be annointed for YOU and by YOU in all seasons of my life~whether summer, fall, winter or spring...I need to bloom where you have planted me! God, continue to prune me...cut me back down to size so I can grow even larger next season...so I can harness that energy within and really "leap" next season. Cheers, God...here's to another season...

God's Masterpiece

I'm participating in a Bible story on the first 6 Chapters of Genesis. I'm learning all about the Creation, and how my belief in the Creation can either support or dismiss all other things that I have learned. It's been humbling and awe-inspiring-of course, when confronted with the God who made the Heavens and the Earth--who wouldn't want to fall to her knees?

This in-depth study has taken me deeper into the question--WHY WAGR SYNDROME? WHY MY DAUGHTER? God, what were you thinking when you made her, and why did you think I could handle this?

Here is His Response...

God's Masterpiece

God was knitting, knitting, knitting...
Knit, one, pearl, two...
Without sitting--just knitting, knitting...
Spinning strands of stars and light out to the Heavens through out the night.

God was knitting, knitting, knitting...
Angels saw Him drop the stitch...
"Wait!" they shouted, as it was fitting,
To show Him that He'd lost His sight; strands of DNA spun out through the night.

God was turning, turning, turning...
Folding over strand on strand...
"Don't you see this?" He asked the angels...
"This is art within My hands; a masterpiece before us stands..."

"The World is watching, waiting, waiting...
Waiting for My Son's return...
What they are missing while they're waiting,
Is all the beauty that We've made, while they are waiting to be saved."

"But, Father won't this dropped stitch hurt them?
Won't they miss the World they knew?
Cancer, blindness, pain that burns them,
Father, spare these Children, please,we ask you on our bended knees!"

God continued, nodding, nodding...
As He laced the woven threads...
Tracing Masterpiece and nodding...
"It is finished," He said with triumph, as the angels stood in defiance.

"Finished now, yet incomplete?"
Cried angels once at Father's feet...

"We stand here now; pleading, pleading...
Don't you see our hearts are bleeding...
For this child and all her World...
Can't you fix her before the pain ravages the World again?"

God now spoke while wading, wading...
Through a pool of silver and gold...
Sovereign and steadfast, Shepherd wading...
"What pains the World, Celestial Friends, is separation from Me, from God to Man. No perfection will they ever see, until they live at Home with Me.
And so this Masterpiece will tell My Story, a tale through pain that brings Me Glory.
So dry your eyes, go swiftly hence, she's down on Earth, you must commence
to usher her through her Earthly reign until she's home with me again."