Nothing Moves Him!

The Lord is forming something in me, greater than my pain.

In the gym my body exercises, but my soul has a haven of tranquility. Therefore, I meditate and reflect on the Word of God.

“Surely goodness and mercy shall followme all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” (Psalms 23:6 ).

While I was walking on the treadmill, I thought, “so this situation in ODP, it is your will, it is your goodness”. And right there verse 5 came to my mind. “You prepare a table before me in the presence of my distressers…” That verse was like an infusion of faith that flooded my soul. Hallelujah! And I began to rebuke the devourer. I felt like a giant on the top of the mountain!

This is my grandson feeling on the top of the mountain!

Now I understand yesterday’s angst. It was just one of those object lessons for this Divine illumination. Yesterday I thought that my agony didn’t matter to You because You know what You were forming in me. And I was aware of it, but that knowledge was no comfort to me. And I was sure that getting angry wasn’t going to change or diminish what You were creating inside of me.

“Know that the Lord is God. It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭100‬:‭3‬ ‭NIV‬‬

I know, Lord, that you are instilling Psalm 23 in me so that I can teach it. Since my childhood I have known and experienced it to some extent. Now in my old age, I am experiencing it firsthand. I am getting to know myself as your little sheep and my anger represents the broken leg of the sheep that the Shepherd broke. It feels like the anger a child feels at the doctor’s injection.

You are healing my paw, as only You can. Both yesterday and today I glimpse Your determination, You are immovable. You are not moved by pain, disbelief or my incomprehension, You move forward without hesitation. You can do it because You are the Potter, I am the clay! Before the foundation of the world You chose me and put resilience in the depths of my being. Therefore, You know the final result!

And all is well with my soul!

This is my Story! What is yours?

🖤 Emotional Muscles 🖤

It was a promising day! Still, while I was having breakfast, I began to meditate on: The active and passive obedience of the Lord Jesus Christ.

Pondering on His obedience

This is a necessary subject to learn, I pondered. My mind was flooded with a sweet and soulful inspiration to write. And without getting up from the breakfast table, I started to jot some words.

My day radiated glory with such a thought, but the bright rays of inspiration for writing suddenly began to dim. A whirlwind of injustice and slander tried to occupy my space. I ran to my defense and indeed, He raised my head!

“The name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous run into it and are safe.” (Prov.18:10 MEV)

After praying, the Lord answered and everything was back to the normal joy.

But, a few hours later the turmoil rose again, stirring the most intimate part of me. Even more unbearable now.

To appease my emotions, I read the Book of Jonah and his case was much deeper than mine. So, I decided to take a nap like Jonah did. When he woke up he had a profound revelation from God. Although it was a terrifying awakening, he caught the message.

To appease my emotion I read the whole book of Jonah

I also caught a revelation of my sudden turmoil. I wanted to learn about the active and passive obedience of the Lord. And these turmoils were just object lessons for me.

A revelation is something you experience, you live it . It’s not just a look at a subject. Through all these contradictions, I kept my eyes fixed on the Lord. And the way in which the Lord could have active and passive obedience was by keeping His eyes fixed on His Father.

So this was my object lesson! My emotional muscles were stretched and strengthened by His obedience. His obedience equips me to have peace in the midst of the cruelest situation.

“For You have been a refuge for me, and a strong tower from the enemy.” (Psalms 61:3 MEV).

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A Poem to a Sister

When Morning Sky Turns Gray

Diana

When morning sky turns grey

And a failed world closes in

Hard around my struggling self,

In tormented anguish, I turn to you.

When my world is bathed in strife

And I feel all but conquered in life

Despite how much I have tried and lost

In humble anticipation, I turn to you.

When twilight fades at day’s end

And there’s no sane place in my world

You make the difference being there

For I know how much you care.

For my youngest sister whose prayers and love

Have always been there For me…

With Love William Arias

1988

This is my Story! What’s Your?