I was dropping my Charlie off at his doggie daycare this morning – of course my dog goes to daycare. Doesn’t yours? I passed by a car dealership with balloons tied to the cars. I guess it’s supposed to make me want to buy a car? Kinda makes me want to go to a birthday party and eat cake. Anyway, I noticed one floating across the sky. It was being tossed in the wind across the road. Nothing too crazy. But my focus immediately stayed with that balloon.
I think Jesus would have noticed it too. Jesus was pretty keen on seeking out the one that had become separated from its home. He told the Pharisees the story of the lost sheep. He explains that if you had one hundred sheep and one went missing, you would leave the other ninety-nine to search and search for that one, and once you found it, you’d celebrate. He says all that to allude to finding you and me. Before I came to know my Jesus, He was actively searching for me. His desire was for me to know Him and build His kingdom. Thank God He loved me, the wandering balloon, rescued me and changed me. The cool thing is, since He found me, He hasn’t stopped showing me how precious I am to Him. His pursuit is continuous and His care is infinite. No matter how lost or gone anyone thinks they are. His desire is for you to come home. I’m so thankful for that! Happy Friday friends!
I think too many people see the beginning of something as the best part. A baby’s birth. A new job. A first kiss. God has been on a mission to show me that beginnings aren’t always the best. One of my favorite activities is walking my puppy, Charlie, after dinner. I like spending 45 minutes by myself, away from social media, away from people (is that too harsh?). Those walks are where I pray about things on my heart and decompress from the day.
In case you couldn’t tell from some of my last Faith Friday posts, I’ve been at a crossroads in my life. Everything I ever thought was certain became questionable. I’ve felt like I’m sinking in quicksand, trying every option to get out and nothing is working. I felt like every good thing was slipping out of my hands. That’s when I saw the sunset.
I was walking Charlie and saw the most fiery, vibrant, stunning sunset I’ve seen in a long time. You know, just God pointing out that there can be beauty in endings. Here I was, spending time with my pup while both of us were in our element. You know what I wasn’t doing? Worrying. God chose the end of the day – not just any day – a very disappointing day – to show off his sovereignty.
He holds the beginnings, the endings and everything in between. He chose to show His powerful artistry to prove to my heart that He is King of yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
“When you go through a trial, the Sovereignty of God is the pillow upon which you lay your head.” CH Spurgeon
There’s a world-wide debate on what to call those little bugs that have flashing lights on their rumps – I however, live in North Carolina – where everyone knows “exactly” how to pronounce and say EVERYTHING. The majority of people around here say lightning bugs. I deem them fireflies. I think fire is way more appealing than lightning. Anyway, on to the real point of this post – a story!
Fireflies are everywhere in North Carolina in the Summer and my backyard is full of them. There is nothing more relaxing at night than sitting on the porch watching these fairy-like creatures dance and put on a show. I decided I wanted to relive my childhood and catch some of them in a jar! Who doesn’t love that?! I spent a good hour trying to catch these things with NO luck!!! I was getting so frustrated. I managed to catch 2. Neither lit up once I caught them. It was all a big tease.
Here’s the really funny part, when I finally gave up and went inside, I saw one of those Facebook posts that warn people about super scary phenomenons that never really happen, and it was about these bugs called blister bugs. They look like fireflies, but will cause blisters on your skin. Now, I knew what I was trying to catch outside was a firefly, but I thought, “What if God didn’t want me to catch any fireflies tonight because he was protecting me from blister bugs?”
SIPS TEA Y’ALL.
If there is something that you want SO bad but you’re not coming across it as fast as you wish, or hope, or pray for, it might be a blister bug. There are plenty of things that are imposter fireflies. They feel and look as they would be a blessing but it’s a curse in disguise. I really believe that God will unfold opportunities and paths that are meant just for you and will guard you from those blister bug situations. The whole key is to let him. It will be frustrating and could even seem like a bad game, but I’m clinging to His promise that it will be worth it.
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11
Sometimes life comes at you HARD. Everything is going perfectly and then BAM – everything falls apart. I’m pretty sure this has happened to most of us, probably more than once.
I won’t get into the extreme details, but that is precisely how things have been going for me. I’ve definitely been clinging to God’s promises, but let’s be real, there ain’t nothing exciting about being in a valley.
God says He is with us on the mountain and in the valley, and in the valley is where we are the most blessed – Um, excuse me, blessed??? Here’s what James 1:2-4 says: “Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors. So don’t try to get out of anything prematurely. Let it do its work so you become mature and well-developed, not deficient in any way.”
When we are faced with difficult times, we call on Him. We need Him. Have you ever fallen and gotten hurt? I have, a lot. The first thing you search for is a bandage. It would be awful to desperately need a bandage and not have one. God’s love and protection, grace and mercy are found abundantly during life’s falls. We are BEYOND blessed to have Him ever-present to mend our brokenness. He is our bandage.
Now, I’m definitely preaching to the choir because things are still going to HURT and hurt bad, but growth comes from trials. Maturity comes from pressure. Broken things can be mended. If you’re in a low place in life, turn on your favorite music, go for a drive, eat Ben and Jerry’s, and call on the Lord. He is faithful to answer. It has to get better!