Blinding Flash of the Obvious #4

In Christ, I can't get any closer to God



A mind at perfect peace with God:
Oh, what a word is this!
A sinner reconciled through blood:
This, this indeed is peace.

By nature and by practice far,
How very far from God!
Yet now by grace brought nigh to Him
Through faith in Jesus' blood.

So nigh, so very nigh to God,
I cannot nearer be;
For in the person of His Son,
I am as near as He.

So dear, so very dear to God,
More dear I cannot be;
The love wherewith He loves the Son,
Such is His love to me.

Why should I ever anxious be
Since such a God is mine?
He watches o'er me night and day,
And tells me, "Thou art Mine."
—Catesby Paget

Blinding Flash of the Obvious #3

The Highest Goal of Biblical Womanhood Is the Exaltation of God's Word

In Bible study this morning, I read Titus 2. Familiarly, I am instructed to be sober, love my husband, love my children, be discreet, be chaste, be a keeper at home, be good, and be obedient to my own husband, all for this purpose: that the Word of God be not blasphemed.

So many times, I focus on the details of what I'm supposed to do or not supposed to do, and overlook the motivation or what is at stake if I choose not to align myself with God's directive. Here are the consequences that every born-again woman holds in her hands at the beginning of each new day: the Word of God is either honored or vilified.

The great reward—and high cost—is all dependent on how I, as a woman, conduct myself in order with God's design. It's not about pecking orders or hierarchies or first and second or greater and lesser. It's about holding fast to the Word of God and honoring that Word above all.

Fight, Climb, or...

One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.

But then some stranger prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?"
Those prints are large and round and neat,
"But Lord they are too big for feet."



"My child," He said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait."

"You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know.
So I got tired, I got fed up,
and there I dropped you on your butt."

"Because in life, there comes a time,
when one must fight, and one must climb.
When one must rise and take a stand,
or leave their butt prints in the sand."










-Author Unknown