It is inconceivable that a Christian who lives every day in a worshipful and grateful attitude will not also live a life of victory. Jesus died on the cross to give His beloved eternal life and here-and-now peace, and that alone warrants the highest gratitude from the believer. And gratitude IS worship. And worship leads to victory.
But what does victory look like? It can be surprisingly unassuming – like a pair of lips curved in a gentle smile under scorching heat, or brows that do not furrow in the face of a traffic jam, or a tone of voice that does not rise in retaliation of an insult.
Victory does not always have to take on the giant-slaying, raising-the-dead or feeding-five-thousand-with-five-fishes kind of magnitude, though it is completely possible for a Christian who walks in intimacy with Christ to perform miracles of such proportions – in His name, of course. Victory does not mean being completely absent of challenges and hardship, because God promised to mold – not molly coddle us.
Victory is a strong unrelenting heart – like a ground that remains fertile despite the drought. Victory is a pair of eyes with supernatural vision – like a telescope that sees into the vast distance, beyond the chaos of the present time and catches glimpses of hope that make them twinkle like the stars God has made.
Put simply, the Christian victory is peace and joy independent of circumstances, attained by having a God-sized perspective that makes present human preoccupations minuscule in comparison.
The Christian who truly worships Jesus and wants Him above anything else IS victorious – because at the end of the race of life, the object, Person of their worship, Jesus Himself – is waiting for them at the finish line…with open arms and nail-pierced hands.
I dropped you a word from heaven
So that you would have a vision.
I bought you at a price
Your days aren’t supposed to just go by.
I let you wade in some darkness
So that you would experience My faithfulness.
I planted in you a passion
So that you would pursue Me with abandon.
I hide from you my most intricate plans
Not to make you tip toe, uncertain
But to keep you fully immersed
In our every moment together.
I lay before you this narrow path
Because you are meant to be
oh my restless heart
I have found my God-sized dream
can’t do it alone
sparkles on black sky
gentle caress on the cheek
Taking a step of faith is like walking into the fog. Faith requires only enough visibility for that next step ahead. And then another step. And another. Yet another. Until the destination is reached.
Faith is not directionless. It has an end in mind…but is not deterred by the absence of specificity and guarantee. All it needs is a blessed assurance that everything will be alright in the end.
It does not seek comfort in the familiarity of all that is behind, nor does it try to grasp what the next gust of wind might bring. It does not have to, because it knows that true safety can only be found in eternity.
And so, faith is at ease even in places where it does not belong.
This post is a response to today ‘s prompt: Fog
During my quiet time today I asked the Lord how to walk in love. Especially when it gets hard. “I need You to enlarge my heart,”I told Him.
And then He said to me, “Any believer who desires to love the way Jesus does needs to first get their own restoration and healing…a wounded heart cannot expand and let others in. A broken arm cannot embrace.”
And that was why Jesus was wounded on the cross…so that we may be healed.
But he was pierced for our transgressions,
he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on him,
and by his wounds we are healed.
(Holy Bible, New International Version)
I doubt many of us will be stranded on an island like Robinson Crusoe, at least literally. Figuratively, however, I am sure most of us have felt stranded at one point or another in our lives.
Isolated, lost, alone, with no one to call for help, or so it seemed. Worried, anxious, not knowing what to do, wondering how long our supply will last–be it finances or the emotional strength to tide us over. It might have even felt like there’s no way out — on an island and there’s no passing ship or plane or copter to bring us back to shore.
I do not have much to offer a friend or relative who is stranded, save for moral and emotional support, and these four words: God is in control.
Just popped in to share this video…maybe someone out there will be blessed. I know I am 🙂 What a beautiful Scripture-based song! But I do not know which Psalm the lyrics are based on, will look them up later.
Will You do
Which only You
The Sovereign God
Subject only to Your own will
Far above all that my finite mind
Here is my petition
Blow my mind
Dwarf my imagination
The way only You can
The God of all possibilities
In the name of Your precious Son, Jesus
I won’t take your burdens as my own
Because then they weigh me down
And I can no longer
Help you stay afloat.
I will partake in your pain
Cry real tears with you
Try–and walk in your shoes
So I know how it hurts.
Not tell you how you err
Or ply you with advice
Should’s, could’s, and must’s
No, but I will point you towards Love
With faith that there you will find hope.
This way I remain buoyant in joy
So I can always help you stay afloat.