Grace Walk
Walk with Me and work with Me--watch how I do it.
Learn the unforced rhythms of grace.
I won't try to lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you.
Keep company with Me and you'll learn to live freely and lightly.

-Matthew 11:29-30 The Message


Hidden Treasures
One of the most satisfying aspects of writing
is that it can open in us deep wells of hidden treasures
that are beautiful for us as well as for others to see.

-Henri Nouwen in Bread for the Journey

A Modern Day Psaltery
David wrote psalms to express
what was in his heart.
Seeing no need to hide what he felt,
he wrote with sincerity, and with no hidden agenda.
What he felt was never taken against him.
Pray, dear reader, discern my heart between the lines.
Dinah Maria Craik couldn't have said it better:
"Oh the comfort -- the inexpressible comfort
of feeling safe with a person --
having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words,
but pouring them all right out, just as they are,
chaff and grain together;
certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them,
keep what is worth keeping,
and then, with the breath of kindness
blow the rest away."

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Befriending Leah

End of August post, Part Two







And she conceived again and bore a son, and said,
"This time I will praise the LORD."
Therefore she called his name Judah.
- Genesis 29:35


But the LORD said to Samuel,
"Do not look at his appearance or at his physical stature....
For the LORD does not see as man sees:
for man looks at the outward appearance,
but the LORD looks at the heart."
- 1 Samuel 16:7



There are two kinds of beauty;
there is a beauty which God gives at birth,
and which withers as a flower.
And there is a beauty which God grants
when by His grace men are born again.
That kind of beauty never vanishes but blooms eternally.
- Abraham Kuyper







An Unexpected Trip

I arrived back in Manila on the 14th of this month. It was a trip I was not intending to make at this time, but when the idea was dropped into my heart a few days before July ended, I realized that Abba Father was the One prodding me to do so.

Everything fell smoothly into place. The date was set, the ticket purchased, and I arrived in Manila on a Sunday morning. Perfect planning. After a leisurely breakfast, I was able to attend the 11 a.m. worship service at Victory QC on Katipunan Ave. together with my daughter Obedient One, and her maid (whom I have named Servant Heart).

I am always thankful for the opportunity to have some quality bonding time with my dear daughter, reconnect with friends, and to spend time in my father's home, the lovely home where I spent my teenage and early adult years, some of the happiest years of my life.


A Pleasant Surprise

The week I arrived, I was finishing the book on brokenness by Nancy de Moss. One week later, a pleasant surprise turned up. A friend's blog post inspired me to take a closer look at the life of Leah, Jacob's first wife.

All these years, I had assumed that Rachel, being Jacob's first love and favored wife, was the main character in the story. Leah's role was that of a disgruntled woman suffering from jealousy and unrequited love. Or so I thought. I never bothered to check if my assumptions were based on truth.

This past week I studied the life of Leah. By looking at her from a different light, my efforts were rewarded with many fresh insights.


Paddan Aram Revisited

Her story is well-known. Jacob appears at his uncle Laban's doorsteps in Paddan Aram, running away from his brother Esau, and in need of a means of living to support himself. He meets Rachel and falls in love with her. In exchange for seven years of work, Laban promises to give him Rachel. The years go by quickly because of his great love for her.

However, on the wedding night, after the festivities and under cover of darkness, Laban brings Leah instead of Rachel to Jacob's tent, where the unsuspecting groom consummates the marriage. Only in the light of morning a few hours later does he realize what Laban has done.

The culture of that day dictates the norm, Laban explains; the younger daughter cannot be given in marriage before the firstborn. But Laban assures Jacob that he can also have Rachel once the wedding week is over, provided he renders another seven years of labor.

Jacob doesn't hide the fact that he loves Rachel more than Leah. Thus begins a life of rivalry, jealousy, competition, and manipulation, between the two sisters, not to mention their maidservants who are also somehow drawn into the arena and end up mothering four of Jacob's twelve sons.

It is easy to judge Leah for causing all this mess, but of course we don't. We know that it was probably not her idea but her father's. She may have been simply dragged into agreeing with Laban's deception.

In truth, Jacob had brought it upon himself. He is reaping the fruit of the seeds of trickery he had sown in his own life. It is the consequence of generational iniquity as well; both Abraham and Isaac's life stories also contain chapters of deception and misrepresentation of truth.


Tender Eyes, Tender Heart

Many of us can relate to how painful it must be for Leah who always had to walk under the shadow of her sister, who was "beautiful in form and appearance." The only compliment Leah receives is to be described as having "delicate" or "tender" eyes.

But that simple description of Leah touched a soft spot in my heart.

The eyes are really the windows to one's soul. Sadness, grief, jealousy, greed, and a host of other human emotions - like joy, gladness, and sincerity, are seen through the eyes of the person. This I know to be true without exception. We can never fabricate the expression on our eyes. My mother used to tell us that if a person cannot look at you straight in the eyes, then it is an indicator of insincerity or wrong motives. Or fear of being discovered.

So Leah's tender eyes are an indicator, right from the very start, of the tenderness of her heart.


Unloved, but Favored

Reading the story about the two sisters again, I couldn't help but think that Rachel's inner character may not have been as beautiful as her external appearance after all.

The Bible speaks of God's compassion. When He saw that Leah was unloved, He opened her womb, while Rachel remained barren.

She may have been unloved here on earth, but it doesn't mean that she was not loved in heaven. God's favor was on her.


Seeking Solace, Finding Comfort

The names that Leah gives her seven children also show the true condition of her heart. She had to live with always being second best, overshadowed by her younger sister. So in the pain of her rejection, she sought comfort from, and solace in, God.

The names Leah had chosen for her sons show the progression of her faith.

The birth of her first three sons reveal her aching and longing for the love of her husband.

Reuben - means See, a son! - The LORD has seen my affliction, and has given me a son. (Gen. 29:32)

Simeon - means Heard - Because the LORD has heard that I am unloved, He has given me this son also. (Genesis 29:33)

Levi - means Attached - Now this time my husband will become attached to me, because I have borne him three sons. (Genesis 29:34)

Leah's heartache is not soothed even after three sons are born. But something is happening in her heart. While the fourth child is being formed in her womb, a change comes over her. Maybe a deep realization that no matter what she does, Jacob will never love her the way he loves Rachel.

I don't think she gives up hopes of someday winning his heart, I believe she just stops doing it in her own strength. So the fourth son is born and she names him Judah, which means Praise. Now I will praise the LORD, Leah declares. (Genesis 29:35)


Now I Will Praise the LORD

The story of Leah is actually our own story. Pain, struggle, rejection, and disappointment are a normal part of our human existence. The Fall guarantees that at some point in this life, hearts will break, dreams will be shattered, and tears will fall.

It is how we respond that determines if we move forward or remain stuck in our setbacks. The way we handle the painful seasons of our lives will ultimately define the kind of persons we become at the end of our lives. Tender-hearted, appreciative, and joyful... or demanding, resentful, and unforgiving.

The Bible account says that after Judah is born, Leah stopped having children.

She had finally come to terms with her painful reality. For the first time, peace reigned in her heart in the midst of her circumstances. Now I will praise the Lord, Leah tells herself.

It is an admission that she had come to the end of her efforts and had begun entrusting her situation to the Lord.

This is the part of Leah's story that I am most familiar with, the birth of her fourth son, and the significance of the name she gave him. This is the point where she stops struggling and begins to simply rest her case before God.

She found fulfillment in her God instead of striving to be fulfilled by the man whose love she sought and longed for.

Delight yourself also in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart. Psalm 37:4

Leah came to the realization that although her husband never loved her the way she wanted to be loved, the Lord her God kept showing her that she was loved from heaven.

With Judah's birth, she began to delight herself in the Lord. Now I will praise the Lord!

She put God in the center of her pain, and allowed God's love for her to define her, speak truth to her.

As she did so, God began to gradually heal her... making her beautiful from the inside out.


God on the Throne

I have thought of how different Leah was in the way she clung to the Lord from the very beginning of her struggles. Rachel, after seeing how Leah was having one baby after another, became envious and demanded of Jacob, "Give me children, or else I die!" (Genesis 30:1)

In this declaration, we see how Rachel had made an idol out of Jacob, putting him in the place of God. She was not content that she was the woman Jacob loved above all. Her heart was eaten up with jealousy because of her barrenness. Jealousy eventually leads to death; it causes us to shrivel and dry up deep inside. It sucks the life out of us.

And so Rachel's womb remains closed. In desperation, she gives her maidservant Bilhah to Jacob, in hopes that this woman would bear the children she herself so longed to have. Bilhah gives birth to two sons, an event that Rachel sees as a vindication of her plight.

The domestic bickering and jostling for Jacob's attention continue, but I believe Leah has already found her peace. When she gives birth to her fifth son, she names him Issachar, meaning recompense or reward. A sixth son is born soon after, whom she names Zebulun, which means dwelling. 

With  the birth of Leah's sixth son, her hopes are revived that the time will come when Jacob will eventually dwell with her. Meanwhile, she dwells secure in her Lord.

She gives birth to her seventh child, this time a daughter, and she names her Dinah, a Hebrew word that means justice.

Leah holds on to her faith in God, and never gives up. Rachel, on the other hand, continues to cling to worthless idols, going so far as to steal the family relics when the time came for Jacob and his family to leave Laban for good.

Rachel eventually gives birth to a son, Joseph.

Rachel's firstborn remains Isaac's favorite son and rises to prominence in God's redemption story after being sold as a slave by his brothers. Joseph is also the one to whom the birthright is given, not to Leah's firstborn, and he receives a double portion of the inheritance when his two sons Ephraim and Mannaseh are each given a full portion.


Leah's Children: A Prophetic Picture

Nevertheless, looking at the seven children of Leah, we see a prophetic picture of God's creation and redemption timeline. Levi is the tribe of priests to whom was given an important role of service and worship in the tabernacle in the wilderness, and later on in the temple. His name means attach or to bring near, describing the crucial role of the priests to bring near the people to God, and to be a kind of connection between God and man. The Levite anointing today refers to an anointing for worship, which rests powerfully on many, individually or corporately, who are called to minister to God in the area of worship leading, singing, and playing musical instruments to usher in His presence.

The life of Leah's fourth son, Judah is steeped in a series of ungodly choices. His act of deception and immorality results in the birth of two sons by his own daughter in law Tamar. Yet Judah has his own redemption story. And in the brothers' encounter with Joseph, who became the vice-governor of Egypt at the time of the famine, we see how Judah had risen to his own dignity and authority. He was a man who chose not to remain in the mire. He had become a man transformed. And God chose Jesus to be born from the lineage of Judah, through his son Perez. It is significant to note that Perez means breaker, breach, or breakthrough. 

Issachar, the fifth son of Leah, was the progenitor of the tribe described in 1 Chronicles 12:32 as men of David's army who understood the times and knew what Israel ought to do. Today, we walk in the Issachar anointing when we intuitively know and understand the prophetic significance of the times and the seasons that we are in.


How It All Ends

Back to Rachel. She gives birth a second time, but it is a difficult childbirth, and in her last moments, she names her son Benoni, meaning son of my sorrow. Jacob, whose heart has been changed by his long years of struggle, renames their son, Benjamin, son of my right hand.

Jacob loved Rachel up to the day she died, and certainly beyond that.

But it was Leah who walked with Jacob when God was already shaping his character to be an Israel. Israel means a Prince with God, a name-change that happened after Jacob wrestled with God at his deepest point of need, begging to be blessed. This was also the moment of Jacob's redemption from being a cheater, schemer, and manipulator to assuming the royal status that God had long conferred upon him.

With Rachel out of the picture, we can only arrive at the conclusion that Leah finally sees the answer to her prayers, she now has her husband all to herself. It is in their final years that they learned to worship God together as husband and wife.

We hear nothing more of Leah, except in Genesis 49:29-31, where Jacob, knowing the end of his sojourn here on earth was near, gave final instructions for his burial.

I am to be gathered to my people; bury me with my fathers in the cave that is in the field of Ephron the Hittite, in the cave that is in the field of Machpelah, which is before Mamre in the land of Canaan, which Abraham bought with the field of Ephron the Hittite as a possession for a burial place. There they buried Abraham and Sarah his wife, there they buried Isaac and Rebekah his wife, and there I buried Leah.... And when Jacob had finished commanding his sons, he drew his feet up into the bed and breathed his last, and was gathered to his people.

...and there I buried Leah.

Jacob had buried Leah in a place of honor, together with the rest of his ancestors, Abraham and Sarah, Isaac and Rebekah. And that is where he wished to be buried, beside her... not beside Rachel.

I can hear the tenderness with which he said his last words. Tears come to my eyes as I write these lines.

A woman scorned, had become a woman honored. In her brokenness, she chose to be a worshiper of God, and she was rewarded for her faith.


My Prayer

Below is my heartfelt prayer as the month of August comes to its beautiful end.

My Father, what a lovely surprise this is, to receive a fresh understanding of the work You have done in the life of a woman broken by hate, unlove, jealousy, and rejection.

It speaks powerfully to me, because in many ways, I have walked through my journey as a Leah, carrying the weight of uncertainty, yet unable to do anything about it in my own strength.

You have encouraged me today, as I came to understand your work of redemption and transformation in Leah, an assurance that You are doing the same thing in the countless Leahs of this world. 

You inspire me to hold on to You in worship, looking to You for fulfillment and completion, not to anything this world can give, not anything my own hands can produce or accomplish.

This time I will praise the Lord. Together with Leah of old, I say those words, with victory, with assurance!

My life is in Your hands.

In Your purposes I dwell secure. You tell me who I am, and it is the worth You assign to me that defines me, that gives me value.

Yes, this time I will praise You, Lord!



A timely song of worship... Scandal of Grace.  



Friday, August 19, 2016

Embracing Brokenness








For thus says the High and Lofty One
Who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy:
"I dwell in the high and holy place,
With him who has a contrite and humble spirit,
To revive the spirit of the humble,
And to revive the heart of the contrite ones."
- Isaiah 57:15




"But on this one I will look:
On him who is poor and of a contrite spirit,
And who trembles at My word."
- Isaiah 66:2




My brethren, count it all joy when you fall into various trials,
knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience.
But let patience have its perfect work,
that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing.
- James 1:2-4




But the meek shall inherit the earth
And shall delight themselves in the abundance of peace.
- Psalm 37:11





The past weeks, I noticed a pattern in the books, Scripture passages, Bible lessons, online audio messages, and spiritual enrichment websites I have been reading, listening to, or studying.

One common thread runs through most of them... brokenness, being humble, poor in spirit, meek, and having a contrite heart.

The repetition is no longer just a mere coincidence.

Abba Father is calling my attention.

So I have taken notice, and I am listening.



I was in Manila for nearly five weeks in May to June.  Just a few days before I returned to Bacolod City, the Lord led me and my daughter to do a spiritual housecleaning over our home.

At that time God spoke clearly to me of letting go of an idol, fear, that had somehow positioned itself into my heart.

I dealt with it, at least I thought I did. But upon returning to my home city, I discovered that not only had it returned (probably it never left), it also had a companion, doubt.

What a relief to bare my heart before God and sense Him speaking truth to me -- that fear and doubt come as default emotions when I choose not to fully believe in His goodness.

Understandably, the human emotions of fear, insecurity, uncertainty, doubt... and so much more, are part of our fallen nature. To transform my way of thinking, a process of building up my faith is required, giving God room to change the way I perceive and respond to my life circumstances.

Like the Israelites who were delivered after 400 years as slaves under Egyptian cruel taskmasters, I need to live out my true identity as a daughter of the King... rescued, ransomed, and liberated, no longer in chains or in prison.


I need to shake off my slave mentality and assume my true identity as royalty.

It is a process, a lifelong process of renewing my mind.

You'd think that after having been a born-again Christian for nearly 43 years, I would already be fully transformed into thinking and behaving like the royal princess that I know I am.

Well, there are good days and not-so-good days, that's for sure.

As I often say, I'm not there yet, but I'm getting there.

Below is my story of how God brought me out of fear to a deeper faith in Him, in this my season of brokenness.


This year started off on a high note. Full of expectations of God's best plans for me, I welcomed the first few weeks of 2016, believing this was going to be a beautiful year.

Three weeks into the new year, the bomb dropped. It caught me off-guard, and thus began my emotional roller coaster ride.

It felt like the ship I was on had broken loose from its moorings, drifting far from the security of the harbor and out into the stormy sea.



It is easy to understand how fear enters such a picture.

What happened is not my fault, and definitely not my doing.

Going back over the timeline of my life, I know it is a petition I had offered before God dating thirty years back. Even then, I had held on to promises from His word, assuring me of a favorable response to my requests.

Now the children have all grown up. Eight years ago Ernie went home to heaven.

Humanly speaking, I am on my own.

Thirty years is a long time to wait... and yet, what choice do I have, but to wait some more?

I wanted to cry out to God, Foul! Father, it's not fair. 

Right at the start, I could have opened my heart, told Him how I felt, and asked Him to show me what was going on.

Allowed myself to be vulnerable.

But that's not what I did.

Instead, I went on self-righteous mode and shifted my intellectual faith into high gear. I will trust in Him. He will provide, He will deliver. He is the God who keeps His promises.

It was, at best, a feeble effort to convince myself.

And of course it didn't work. Because in the spiritual realm, intellectual faith can only go so far.

A mental assent is, in reality, a wall of protection that we build around our hearts. Holding on to mere intellectual faith, or rulebook faith, results in spiritual pride and causes the heart to harden.

A theoretical response is not what God is looking for.




Having been away for over a month, I looked forward to being at our weekly Monday night Bible lessons again.

Lyndon briefly introduced the book of James, our new study series, then went right into the meat of the matter.

Count it all joy when you fall into various trials, knowing that the testing of your faith produces patience. - James 1:2,3

I knew Father God was talking to me. I whispered, Speak, Lord. Your daughter is listening.


Count it all joy...


The word hegeomai is the Greek word for count. It is an accounting term that literally means to account, specifically "to write a credit entry in an accounting book."

Each time I am confronted by a challenging situation, James says, "Put in a credit entry that reads Joy." That's right. The trials I encounter in life are to be considered as assets, not liabilities.


"Let trials fill up my Joy tank?!" I asked myself.

Although I have read and studied this book many times before, it was only now that my heart understood how trials can be a source of deep joy. Something to rejoice about, not to fear.

God desires to refine my rough edges. In the difficult circumstances of life He invites me to cooperate with Him in the process. I can rejoice and be glad for the opportunity to grow in grace.

A trial, contrary to what we normally think, is really a good thing. It is a test to prove if something is genuine or false. A sift to filter out the worthless so what is essential will remain.

They are tools God uses, first to reveal, then to purify, the quality of one's faith.

As in gold. Or silver.

Purifying gold takes time. The hardened rock must first go through a breaking process to expose the precious metals hidden within.

The crushed pieces of ore are then placed in a crucible, a melting pot that can withstand extreme heat of up to 2,000 degrees Fahrenheit. The intense heat in the furnace liquifies the gold and causes the dross to float to the surface. The refiner removes the dross.

The Refiner's Fire

But it doesn't end there. As the molten gold simmers in the crucible, heat is added, and more impurities rise to the surface which the goldsmith patiently and carefully removes. The process continues until the gold is smooth.

According to Psalm 12:6, this is a process repeated up to seven times:

The words of the Lord are pure words, 
like silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times.

Only when the refiner can see his undistorted reflection in the gold or the silver is the crucible removed from the fire. The molten precious metal is then poured into pre-heated molds and allowed to cool.


The refiner's fire! What a profound picture of how God purifies our hearts!

The crucial question is, Will I trust Him in this process?


In truth, life is a series of tests.

A pilot has to be tested before he can qualify to fly an airplane.

A surgeon has to be tested before he can be certified to perform operations.

How much more are tests needed to prove our faith is genuine! Only faith that has been purified, tested, and proven true, can withstand difficult circumstances and endure to the end.


Let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing.
- James 1:4

By this time, I was fully convinced of the necessity of trials in my life.

I don't want a presumptuous faith, or unbroken faith. I want authentic faith, one that has been tried, and proven true.

The kind of faith I possess will spell the difference where I spend forever: everlasting life or eternal damnation.

Really, I should be grateful for the faith tests that come my way. They protect me from spiritual naïveté and equip me to make choices that lead to my eternal destiny.

Oftentimes, when adversity comes, I am so focused on the solution or the way out.

Understanding the foundational purpose of trials in life gave me a different perspective.

Something of eternal value is waiting to happen behind the scenes; it all depends on how I choose to respond.

God is building His kingly character into my heart.  He is not into short cuts, and He does all things well.

He is refining my character.

I am after all, an unpolished chunk of ore. Trials are needed to break me to pieces, and be heated in the furnace of His love, until my faith is proven genuine and it can persevere to the end.

The way I understand it, the trial itself, and what God is doing in me through the trial, are two separate things. But maybe in God's eternal scheme of things that is not how it works. While I am hoping for a favorable resolution of the difficult circumstances I am facing, God is changing my heart in the process. He wants me to trust Him completely... even when the road is dark and the end is not in sight.

It is easier said than done. But that is what trust is all about.

His goal is to produce in me an enduring faith.

Only genuine faith will preserve my soul.

I will focus on the process, and trust God for the outcome.

I submit my will to God, agree with His purpose, and cooperate with Him.

Luke 21:19 is a timely reminder: By your patience, possess your souls. 

Another version puts it this way: By your endurance you will gain your lives.

Being patient in the process takes more than a mere intellectual understanding. It requires a heart response.

Thus James points out the need to ask God for wisdom, that our response may align with what He intends to accomplish in our lives.

The waiting process is a vital part of it.


The book I am reading, Brokenness by Nancy Leigh DeMoss, has been speaking to me about this.

The heart God revives is one that is humble and contrite.

Nancy writes:

Contrite is one word that is used in the Old Testament to speak of brokenness. That word suggests something that is crushed into small particles or ground into powder, as a rock is pulverized. What is it that God wants to pulverize in us? It is not our spirit He wants to break, nor is it our essential personhood, He wants to break our self-will... True brokenness is the breaking of my self-will, so that the life and spirit of the Lord Jesus may be released through me.

It is amazing how these different lessons are coming at me almost one after the other. I am an unrefined rock that must first be broken to pieces before the gold can be processed. I need to humble myself and cooperate with God.

He is the Refiner, He knows what He is doing.


Two Sundays ago Pastor Jim Cecy was the visiting speaker at our church. Pastor Jim has served as senior pastor and teacher at the Campus Bible Church in Fresno, California, for the past twenty years.

Again, the message he gave cut through my heart.




He spoke on Psalm 37, one of the Bible passages I consider as my turn-around passage. Many years ago, in the midst of a difficult season, Abba Father, through this psalm imparted a powerful truth to me, challenging me to live a life well-lived in the circumstances I was in.

Do not fret because of evildoers
Nor be envious of the workers of iniquity...
Trust in the Lord, and do good;
Dwell in the land, and feed on His faithfulness.

To fret is to be anxious, or to worry.

Worry tells us to put our faith in fear, which is such an abomination to God.

Worry opens the door to jealousy, and jealousy leads to death.

A person who is always worrying eventually becomes an envious person, because he or she is always comparing his circumstances with that of others whom he perceives as being better off than himself.

Worry is pure and simple unbelief in the face of God's goodness and faithfulness. It undermines the faith process needed to make us become mature sons and daughters of God our Father.

Worry is the antithesis of trust. It is Satan's scheme to make us become like him. Taking this low road is a downhill path to death, ultimately turning us into grumblers, complainers, fault-finders.


Faith points me in the opposite direction.

I choose to walk up the high road of humility and delight.


Delight yourself also in the LORD, 
and He shall give you the desires of your heart. 
- Psalm 37:4

This is the kind of response that God honors.

Delight, in Hebrew is עָנַג (anog) and literally means "to have a soft, delicate, and pliable heart."

Giving fear the authority to rule my life hardens my heart, preventing me from cooperating with God's beautiful purposes.

On the other hand, to delight in Him is to humble myself before him, seek Him first, respond with joy at knowing Him more... making my heart soft, delicate, and tender.

And He shall give me what my heart desires!



God's been really drawing my attention. Many articles I've read online hit the nail right on the head. Here's one excerpt:

God seriously messed up Abraham's life plan, and it turned out to be a really good thing. God accomplished for Abraham what Abraham could never have accomplished on his own. 
The moral of the story? God really, truly knows what He is doing. He usually takes longer than we would like. He often leads us through strange territory. Sometimes He defers, or even destroys, our dreams. But God, our loving, tender, delightful Father, knows exactly what He is doing. He is accomplishing more in you and through you than you could ever think or imagine. 
Are you in a place you never expected to be? Has God taken you on a path you never would have willfully chosen? Take heart. God hasn't deserted you. He hasn't forgotten you. He hasn't made a mistake. He knows exactly what he's doing. He knows exactly what you need and where you need to be. 
The truth is, God's life plan is always better than mine. (Stephen Altrogge)

What amazes me is how God is compiling all these related insights under one file, like reference materials for a post-graduate course in the school called Life.

Abba Father was taking hold of my heart.



My heart really overflows these days... feeling the soft warm and gentle rays of the morning sun shining through the window of my heart... pushing back the darkness, melting the hardness.

I am so thankful that God has taken time to explain things clearly to me. And for giving me a different perspective from which to see the circumstances that had been weighing me down the past months.

He has made my heart soft and pliable again.


The over-all lesson is to rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for Him (Psalm 37:7).

Resting in the LORD is to quiet myself before Him. To be still and to listen.

But to wait patiently is קָוָה (qavah) in Hebrew, means to twist, to stretch. It refers to the tension that results in being stretched, yet being able to endure. An active kind of waiting. Actually a paradox -- the resting is at the same time a stretching, both are happening at the same time.




As this beautiful, gentle month of August draws to a close, I name it: Embracing Brokenness.

Yes, I am embracing my season of brokenness.

I am allowing patience and perseverance to build character and hope into my heart.

Enduring faith is what I desire.


Postscript. Sunday, August 21, 2016, 4:06 a.m.

In this season of being broken, pulverized maybe... of wanting to make sense of what is happening... when my familiar comforts are slipping away... when best friends I thought would be forever are moving on... without me... when my well laid out plans are being re-written by an Unseen Hand...

I no longer want to fight back.

Not in the sense of giving up, or being resigned. No, not that. But there's release in giving in, and letting go seems to be the only way. Letting the One writing my story have His way.

It's His story, you see.

No longer a fighting back, or attempting to recover the pieces... or wishing for the sense of order and security of the years gone by to return.

Just this ... it's a new season of embracing my brokenness... hugging my new normal... and knowing deep within that a new kind of rugged beauty is replacing what I thought I have lost.  And realizing that nothing was really lost. All the pieces are still there... nothing is wasted. Life doesn't have to be perfect. It's fine to be just good enough. For the Master Builder is doing a masterpiece. And He's not finished yet.

Kintsugi.... a Japanese kind of art that highlights the brokenness. I have fallen in love with the concept. Putting gold in the cracks... Beautiful, simply beautiful. Leaves me breathless at the thought. Lost for words. Makes me embrace my brokenness just a little bit closer.

I am kintsukuroi. A work in progress. The Kintsugi Master. He's really good at making broken things beautiful. I can trust Him. I want to trust Him. I choose to trust Him. My life is in His hands.

He knows the way that I take... and when He has tested me, I will come out as gold. Job 23:10



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This year will be beautiful year after all. I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.

My heart responds in worship.