Transitioning...Again.

And oh, I love it.  From glory to glory.  Here we go!

Saying goodbye to that old stuff, grabbing onto the new.

Yesterday, there were storms all morning.  We had a tornado watch until 1pm.  And though I usually get a little freaked out at tornadoes, I was full of peace yesterday.  I was reminded of a time when I first moved to Nashville; we were living with some of our sweet friends.  And, I stood on the back porch, with Don.  A huge storm rolled in, and I mean huge.  Don looked up at that big cloud and said "Bring it, Lord. What do you want to say?"

And that's exactly what I felt yesterday.  Bring it, Lord.  A big storm, the sound of thunder, and sheets of rain.  Heck, even a tornado.  The whirlwind of God. Bring it.  Sweeping up that old, catching us up in His spirals, and ever-so-gently spittin' us back out onto Land in a new place.

Transition.

From glory to glory.

During the storms, Ella was conked out.  And, I decided to sew.  It's this thing I have.  When it storms, I sow.  It's an intercessor thing in me, I suppose.  Sow in tears now, reap in harvest later.

As I was sewing, I turned on a message from Danny Silk.  He was talking about Hope and how Hope is truly what sustains us as human beings.  He talked about Abraham and Sarah.  They were old, and they had hope.  So, even though there was no in-vitro or fertility pills or Viagra, they got to baby-making.  They had hope, and they took action.

Sometimes taking action can trigger doubt.  And, yet, Danny said it so eloquently: "You can't mess up God's promise.  You didn't make it."

And, so...back to the tent for some more attempts at baby-making.

And though it may take months or even years, Hope is what carried them.  The Promise carried them.  And it will carry us.

And isn't it so much easier that way?

No religious effort.

No "am I doing enough?"

No "is this the right door or the wrong door"?

Just riding the Hope train... All the way into the station.

Forgetting what is behind, grabbing hold of what is ahead.

God is faithful to us even when we are not.  That's how it works.  That's how He works.

And He is ever-so-patient.  The last two or three weeks, He has been very persistent with me.  Reminding me time and time again, Hope. (Another blog on this later).  And, I can't get away from it.  It shows up over and over and over again.  His reminder to me, "I got this one.  Hope."  And with each sighting of this "reminder", I let go a little more.  Of what I think "I" can do.  Of what I think "I" need to do.  And I just let Him come.  Fill me up with faith, and HOPE for those impossible promises that He's promised to me.  And, boy, is He reminding me.  He is really serious about me possessing my birthright, about becoming all that I was created to be, and about me reaping my reward.  And He won't stop until we do so...together.

On that note, Happy Tuesday.  May today be another piece of you slaying down your giants, possessing your inheritance, and living in your New Land!


(corresponding song: Forget You by Gwenyth Paltrow and Glee cast) 


Side note: I have no idea how this song correlates, I just like the beat.  Beat. Beat.