Happy Daughter’s Day!

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What’s an apple got to do with anything, much less Father’s Day?  It has everything to do with it.  And I do mean every thing.

God wrote this post on the tablet of my heart back in April, right about where I left off on the blog.  But I saved it for June.  I’ll cover May later, so in the meantime, can you walk backwards with me to April and beyond?  We won’t trip, I promise, as long as we’re both holding onto each other—and to Him.

I just recently shared with a group of ladies about my first Women’s Bible study I attended at my church over a decade ago.  I was a newlywed, married to the sweetest man on Earth (and the first kid I met when I moved to my hometown the summer after fifth grade).

I was clinging to the end of my 20’s, had been a Christian since the age of seven, but I was still broken.  By the end of the study, my leader gave me a porcelain apple that God told her to give to me, along with His words—that I was the apple of my Father’s eyes.

She had no way of knowing that I’d come from a broken home and still carried issues because of it.  But He did.  And yet—He called me daughter.  It’s just a small slice of what all God has done, but He used His Word and His women to be a healing place for a hurting girl.

We’ve been planted in that House ever since, over in neighboring Baton Rouge. But it’s growing about as fast as my girls outgrow shoes, so we’re planting a campus in our hometown of Denham Springs.

Fast forward to Easter weekend, when our church held its first service here at a local park.  A park that was this former Miss Denham Springs’ prior stomping ground and playground. My childhood home was to the left and across from the park, and the trailer we had to move to at the end of my senior year was just to the right of the park.

So on Easter Eve, early on Saturday morning before I went there to pray, I drove by both, with Jesus riding along.

And over twenty years later, I drove down Eden Church Road, turned onto Eve Street, passed up Genesis Street and Garden Street, and then stared at my old street sign.  I’d never thought about the name, yet there it was.  Apple Street. And that first Women’s Bible study came flooding back.

What a picture of God placing His church and His cross smack dab in the middle of our difficulties, and surrounding us with a Father’s unfailing love. 

And talk about timing. Just that week I’d been asked to lead the future Women’s Ministry.  So sitting there at the intersection of the past and the present, I could hear my stammering words flung up to God, “Are you suuure? I mean, if I were you, I’d pick the flawless, shiny one, without all the bruises and the mealy parts.  You know, the perfect one.”

But I knew the rebuttal.   He already picked The Perfect One, and when we trust in the tree of the cross, we don’t have to be.

“OK.  I get it.  Finally.  But what do I say?  What do I tell them, the women you lead me to lead?”

Then I looked up to Him and to the “sign” that He gave, and pictured the smile of a Father, and heard the soft whisper to my own apple cheeks, “You tell them everything.  Everything I’ve been to you.  Everything I am to you.  You just tell them about me.  Everything I am.  And Who I AM to them: a Father.  And who they are to me: daughters—who ARE EVERYTHING to me.”

So what’s an apple have to do with Father’s Day?  Absolutely EVERYTHING!

Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings. Psalm 17:8. 

Daughter, your faith has made you well.  Matt. 9:22 

And how I love being with fellow daughters and women—at the well.

For more Father’s Day/Daughter’s Day reading, check out last year’s post here: http://christiehughesatthewell.com/2014/06/16/hes-your-daddy/

I wrote it then, but I finally get it now. Happy Daughter’s Day!

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Praying down the walls

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“March! 1-2-3…March! I’m the line leader!” my 5-year-old confidently proclaimed as she established her territory around the perimeter of our living room.  She held that leadership position for all of a minute before she was ousted by the elbows and shoves of her 3-year-old sister.

“No, I’M the line leader!” the little one rebutted, with her hat on her head, her flute in her mouth, and her full-fledged courage in her steps.  They would’ve marched (and fought) all day if I didn’t step in to set them both straight and place them BOTH back in line.

As I halted their mini-march around our little house of Jericho, I thought back to the bible story.  When God’s chosen people, the Israelites, marched in the POWER and the presence of a mighty God, the impossible happened.  Walls came crumbling down.  And they made it into their promised land.

I think about us, our families, our faith and the walls of doubt and struggles that we all face.  And how we have the same God-granted opportunity to hold our position in prayer, to blow our horns of praise, and to keep marching on in faith.  And then, by the hand of the living God, watch those man-made walls come crashing down.

How long did they march? As long as it took.  How long should we keep marching and praying until we make it to our promise?  As long as it takes.  Until the walls come crumbling down.  And know that He who promises is always faithful.  So march and pray on girlfriends!  Pray on!

Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful. Hebrews 10:23

By faith the walls of Jericho fell, after the army had marched around them for seven days.  Hebrews 11:30

Song:  Place of Freedom (I’m gonna shout your name, ’til the walls come falling down!)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d1ThjwPQDBU

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The same applies to praying for our country as we consider the obstacles we face as a nation.  Technically, the Israelite priests, leaders, marched around the city of Jericho 13 times before the walls finally came down. So ironically today, on MARCH 13th, I’m revisiting Jericho, as well as our own country’s challenges.

With that thought in mind, I want to highlight a new book, Exploring the Faith of America’s Presidents, by my friend Kendra Armstrong. With lives short on time and long on lists, this quick read sums up what many of us have wondered, yet never taken the time to explore: Where did our own presidential “line leaders” stand on matters of faith, and even more, what words have they spoken that have stood the test of time?

Check it out.  The authors have done all the research and wrapped it up in an easy-to-understand, quick-to-read format, and even better–they’ve provided faith principles to apply!

A favorite presidential quote from the book:

“If we ever forget that we are one nation under God, then we will be a nation gone under.” Ronald Reagan.

 

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God never forgets a promise

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He engraves & doesn’t forget

Ever felt forgotten?  Chances are, you have and you haven’t forgotten it. Think back to being a kid.  Sitting on the cement step in front of the school, counting the cracks and the minutes. Elbows propped on knees, hands hugging flushed cheeks, and hound-dog eyes sagging to the ground.  Felt like an eternity didn’t it? Until you heard the rumbling sound of the station wagon engine chugging along, and then those crunching wheels finally smacked the curb.

I had a punctual parent, but it only takes one time to always remember feeling forgotten.  I re-lived that scene weeks back.  Only I was a big 38-year-old kid this time, and I thought God was the forgetful parent.

I’ve been sitting here waiting on a God-size promise with a girl-size problem. I don’t like to wait.  It’s hard to be patient when you’re still hurting. But right here in this little writing spot, He gave me a verse in my head for another post.  I slid on past it, until I heard it again.  And then again.

“See, I have engraved you in the palms of my hands.” Isaiah 49:16. The God who made me knows that when I really want to remember something, I write it on my hand. Always have. But I use ink that smears, while He permanently engraves.

After the same verse came across 3 times from 3 different places, I gave an upwards nod, for a second.  I asked my husband, “You think maybe God’s talking to me?”  His reply, soaked with love and drenched with sarcasm, “Ya think?”

I placed the thought on a shelf and forgot all about it.  Until I came face-to-face with it two days later. I darted into my women’s bible study, scanned the room for my usual chair, and then reluctantly settled into one across the room from it. A lovely lady had taken my spot.

I didn’t like it.  Not a bit.  I like the usual.  The planned. The comfort zone.  Come on, I can’t be the only one.  You know what I’m saying.  “Lord, don’t mess with me–or my chair. Not today.”

My fellow leader even remarked, “We’re changing it up this week, huh?” I smiled, but I had itching hands and ants in my pants. I was ready to scramble across the room as soon as a spot opened up, but prayer time came a second too soon, and it was time to humbly bow and pray.

I was on bended knee, but truth be told, I was still holding onto the humble part.  I uttered a short and simple prayer, “Lord, you’re a promise keeper,” and I kept it at that. Just in case He needed some reminding.

Then straight from the mouth of a precious woman, but straight down from the throne of grace, I heard her say, “And Lord, you never go back on your promises.”  I unclenched teeth and hands, and handed over my humility in that moment.  Right before the floodgates of forgotten opened up, and the silent, warm tears flooded down.

We Amen’d, I stood up, and turned around to face the wall I’d had my back to all along, and then I looked up. There it was. I came eye-to-eye and hand-to-hand with Him.  Again.  You’d have to see it to believe it.  Yet sometimes He asks us to believe it before we see it.

He never forgets you

He never forgets you

I had to take a camera shot, just so I wouldn’t forget.  A child’s picture page, with the hands of Jesus filled up with the names of His kids. Not one forgotten. I’d been sitting in that room for months, and hadn’t seen it once.  From across the room, I couldn’t see the picture, much less hear His words. Girlfriends, He saves us a seat, and He never forgets His promises.

If you’re still waiting on His hand, know that the hand you’re waiting on, has your name all over it–engraved with HIS handwriting.   And that’s a promise you can keep.  Now don’t you forget it.

The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance.  2 Peter 3:9

But for you who fear my name, the sun of righteousness shall rise with healing in its wings. You shall go out leaping like calves from the stall. Malachi 4:2

But as for me, I watch in hope for the LORD, I wait for God my Savior; my God will hear me. Micah 7:7

How to pack light for a heavy trip

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I love to travel, but I hate to pack.  We just returned from a week-long getaway, and I bet I crammed three weeks of stuff into a week’s worth of play. I never pack light.  It’s just not me. But the problem with packing is that what you pack, you have to carry.

So as we’re traveling around, we’re also lugging around way more than we need. And far more than I should be carrying.  Especially with these pesky herniated disks I’ve got.  The uninvited stowaways that slow me down, even without my bags. That leave me fed up and worn down at home and away.

This week after huffing and puffing from the unseasonable cold of Louisiana, I sat down on one of God’s red rocks of Sedona, Arizona.  Surrounded by the golden glow and rustic warmth, I still carried a chill inside.  In the midst of physical pain, whirling thoughts of the “what if’s” crept in to steal a breathtaking view.

What if this is it? What if the healing never comes?  What if the prayer goes unanswered?  What if I heard Him wrong and I didn’t get it right?  What if He changed His mind?

And then I slowly unpacked a well-placed, God-given, feather-light message.  Sitting on a rock that hasn’t moved.  And yet even more, we stand on the immovable Rock of Jesus, who’s the same yesterday, today, and forever.  He stands the test of time in the middle of our own time of testing. He doesn’t change His mind.  He still heals.  We still hear, and He still draws near.

I pictured a life lived lighter.  Without all of those stowaways.  And while I’m waiting on His healing hand, maybe He’s waiting on my white-knuckled hands to move as well.  To relinquish a few things.  To let go of past mistakes, to unzip regrets, unfold disbelief and then hurl them over the edge.  Standing tall and peering over to watch them fall splat before pulling out the light layers of obedience stashed way at the bottom. They look too heavy and hard, but they go on light and easy.

With empty hands poised and ready for a heap of blessings, I look up.  To clouds of white fluff kissing a sky of serene blue.  My mind floats back to those God has used to spur me on in my faith. To grandparents’ prayers.  Back to when God lit a flame that has yet to dim.  And when He sent me straight to the well of His Word for a life-long friend.  Back to when cancer took her body, and Jesus took her home.

With head in the clouds, I think about the heavenly welcome party for my mom nearly a blink ago. How they all went home empty-handed, but with spirits filled to the rim with love and faith. That’s how I want to live here. Letting go of life’s luggage.  With grateful hands held high.

We can have assurance here that although we run and sometimes stumble in our faith for an audience of One, we are rallied on by an audience of many.  Are you carrying baggage that slows you down?  Are you like me, heavy-laden waiting years for an answered prayer?  Take heart, rest on the Rock, and move in close to the hand of grace.  And then Shhhh….listen.  Can you almost hear them? The roar of the clapping crowds?  Look high and listen up.  That’s your cloud of witnesses cheering you on!

If you know someone who needs this reminder, SHARE with the one you love!

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Hebrews 12:1

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy and my burden is light. Matt. 11:28-30

 For no matter how many promises God has made, they are “Yes” in Christ. And so through him the “Amen” is spoken by us to the glory of God. 2 Cor. 1:20

 He alone is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken. Psalm 62:6

Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever. Heb. 13:8