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Archive for the month “August, 2020”

Trouble Don’t Last

Steven Furtick did it again.

“The Waves of What If.”

How many times have I been there? More than I care to admit.

It’s the waves within that’ll get ya, every time. When you have anxiety within, it shows up without. Hate within, hate without. Ungodly within, ungodly without.

Yet all it takes is one word to calm the storm. If it’s the right kind of Word.

As believers we’re supposed to be more than conquerors. Do you see many conquerors conquering out there? Maybe you do, but I don’t. What I do see is a bunch of murmuring and complaining, speaking against and disrespect to authorities, madness and mayhem. Even ‘preachers’ now proclaiming abortion is ‘aligned’ with their ‘Christian values’. I don’t know what Bible they’re reading but mine is very clear on this point: murder is defined as pre-meditated.

I’ve thought a lot about this societal issue and I’ve honestly never heard anyone say, “you know what? I found out I was pregnant. Then two days later I just happened to be walking by Planned Parenthood. So on the spur of the moment I decided to give them a generous donation.”

We think. And plan. And make a conscious decision. Pre-meditate. Which is what all human beings do, with almost every sin. Some are done in the heat of the moment, yes, but most are not.

I don’t condemn anyone, please hear my heart; God knows, I’ve made many a choice I had to ask forgiveness for. I’m just sick of being told what God calls sin is ‘normal and ‘acceptable’. I’ve finally had enough and I’m taking a stand against the cultural norm. Where a woman of grace and dignity is attacked and does not retaliate, whilst a young woman with a broken soul and a filthy mouth is honoured. Tell me there’s not something fundamentally wrong with that.

I don’t care how many people loudly declare America’s going to hell in a hand basket, and “well, ya know, we’re in the last days….” So we stop praying? I know what I believe, and I have two things to say;

1) I looked for someone among them who would build up the wall and stand in the gap before Me only half of the land so I would not destroy it, but I found no one, Ezekiel 22.30 – well, He found me. I for one will intercede, and stand in the gap for this nation. Until my last breath.

And,

2) By your words you will be acquitted, and by your words you will be condemned, Matthew 12.37. We will eat our words. Which is why we need Jesus.

Romans 3.10 says none of us are righteous in our own strength. So why are we pointing fingers? Dear sweet child of God, have we forgotten we were given one primary purpose? To share the surprisingly misunderstood, life-changing, revolutionary love of God with those around us?

Can we? Intercede, stand in the gap, turn the tide of this nation for good instead of back-biting and participating in media drama? I will, and I sincerely hope you will too.

At the end of my sojourn here I want to hear, “Well done,” not, “Well?…”

Your thoughts?

Kari, the focused-on-the-good redhead
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Lazarus Moments

Is there something in your life you know you know God has called you to, or promised you, and it just ain’t happenin’?

Maybe it’s been weeks, months, years, and the passion is wearing thin. Your faith may even seem stretched beyond what you can bear.

Been there, done that, so many times, believe me; you have no idea.

Yet it comes down to one basic question and one only: do I trust Him?

John 11 tells the story of a dead guy with two sisters. Jesus loved that family deeply, yet He didn’t step in when they knew He could. Why? Not My will but Thine. The same thing Papa asks of us. Again, why? So verse 44 can come into effect. How can Papa raise the dead if He doesn’t allow things to die beyond human ability to resuscitate?

If Laz hadn’t have died Jesus could not have displayed His glory and power in a very unique way. He didn’t raise that many people the literal stone-cold-dead state in His short stay here, so perhaps He had to be picky about who He chose. I don’t know. I still find it fascinating, though.

I’ve got a dead thing or twelve hanging around in my own life, things I know God promised me, that look impossible; every day I get to choose if I want to hold fast to the promises in His Word or to throw in the towel in quit. The former may be harder but it pays higher dividends on the back end.

In the words of Sam Collier, “trust God’s plan while holding His hand.”

Yep. Works for me.

So… check-up from the neck up time – do I want my dream? Or His? For real. In my core being. Let me think about it… umm… His. Every time. It’s better than mine, more strategic and way more influential. Souls are on the line.

You?

Kari, the dead-gal-walking redhead
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Normal Redefined, aka ThankFest

I apologize for being MIA recently. Life at the Lowthers has been fun, and I use that term in the most sarcastic sense of the word.

As the self-iso rules remain in place, the deeper we go into this (human) social distancing thing the closer I find myself to the Lover of my soul. I’m reading my Bible like I haven’t in a long time, and I have total, seemingly irrational peace.

I see the affects of sin all around me, but I think I have a glimmer of understanding of Acts 20.24, where Paul says, “none of these things move me.”

I’m not completely there, but I’m on the way.

I also find myself in the middle of a rather extreme ThankFest right now. No idea why, I just am. Maybe that’s inevitably when you shut up a super-sanguine, uber-extrovert redhead for days and weeks and months on end, I don’t know.

People keep telling me every day we are “getting ready for a new normal.’ That may be their perspective but I beg to differ:

I’m already IN it. I’m praying more, and dreaming more, and writing more, and using my faith like crazy.

And by the way, I choose to pray for restoration. For God’s people, for families, for this nation, for all believers with pure motives. I’m praying that what the enemy has stolen he will be required to restore seven-fold. I’m praying that our faith fail not, and that He would strengthen us in our inner man.

The word ‘curse’ actually means ‘to speak ill of’. That puts it in a whole new perspective.

What’s your new normal? Do you know anyone who speaks ill of their president? Husband? Pastor? Friend? We all have a meltdown from time to time, but I’m talking default setting here.

Search your heart today, dear reader, and reset to thanks if you need to. I highly encourage it.

As always, I’m interested in your thoughts.

Kari, the so-not-normal-and-never-really-have-been
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(ps. I found this, and folds four and six resonate with me.)

http://influxdivine.com/one-nation-god-meaning-fold-flag-military-honors/

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