Faith Like Potatoes

I have not posted anything for a while -- this lack of communication reflects what has been going on in my life for the past few weeks. I could say that I have been busy and that I have been stressds (which is true), but the unhappy truth is that I took my eyes off of the reason for my everything. Jesus ceased to be the person that I was living my life for. No, it's not that I rejected Him and chose another god...it's simply that I stopped acknowledging Him in all my ways. Needless to say, it's been a difficult few weeks.

Honestly, I do not want to go to Seattle if I am forcing it and God has provision for me elsewhere. Neither do I want to lay down and give up if He has asked me to stand and fight. This is one of the most uncomfortable places I've ever been. At the end of the day, though, I just want to be with my Savior. He's so beautiful. I cry when I think about how He changes lives -- makes them flourish and grow. Hard rocky ground and hearts of stone...He is the One that brings life. Not me. Not my words. Not my efforts. It is Him.

"Unless the Lord builds the house, They labor in vain who build it. Unless the Lord guards the city, The watchman keeps awake in vain." ~Psalm 127:1

This verse is really a motto for me. Unless the Lord is involved and the foreman in charge of the job, there is no point on my being on the work detail. Whether it's a romantic relationship, a family issue, a hierarchy issue at work, etc., if the Lord is not in it, I surely do not want to be. My prayer for God's people and for myself is that we would allow Him to build our houses (everything pertaining to our lives) instead of trying to build them ourselves. Imagine how differently we would act, or how different things would be. Peace would abound. We would see miracles, we would be a part of miracles -- all the time! Tell me, why is it that so many Christians think I'm crazy when I say that it's time to raise people from the dead? When they think I'm speaking allegorically, they're fine with it. When they realize I mean it literally, they laugh at me and label me a radical. Well, maybe I am a radical! Jesus certainly was...and I want to walk in His footsteps.

It's been a tough few weeks, and I am weary. My patience has been thin. My faith has been shaky. God's grace has covered me. Thank you for mercy!