The Peace of Belief

It's guess-what-I-saw-Friday.  So far, I have nothing to show you.  I did see windows IN MY HOUSE.  Yep...they put them in.  And I'll likely be posting pictures of that later, but that's not the purpose of this post.

I also got to have Friday morning breakfast with Favorite, my parents and Big Bro this morning.  And while that was fantastic, that is also not the purpose of this post.

Do you ever feel like God speaks a scripture to your heart?  When you ask for Him to meet you and guide you, do you ever see the scripture come up more and more often?  Do you ignore it until it absolutely slams you in the face and you realize that God has been trying to talk to you if only you would listen?

Don't make me stand on this ledge alone.

Yet even if you do leave me hanging out here in the World of the Oblivious, I can't deny that those scenarios are true in this life of the ordinary.

The recent scripture?

Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine,

according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church

and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.

--Ephesians 3:20-21 (NIV)

God can do anything, you know—far more than you could ever imagine or guess

or request in your wildest dreams! He does it not by pushing us

around but by working within us, his Spirit deeply and gently within us.

Glory to God in the church!

Glory to God in the Messiah, in Jesus!

Glory down all the generations!

Glory through all millennia! Oh, yes!

--Ephesians 3:20-21 (The Message)

It's a reminder of the man who asked Jesus to help him overcome his unbelief.  Previous to this request, Jesus said, "Everything is possible for him who believes" (Mark 9:23).

These days, that's my prayer--for God to do immeasurably more than all I can ask or imagine.  It's my prayer for my women's group, for my church, for my family and for myself.  I know I can have a peace in His Word.  I desire that sweet peace (Stop laughing, Kate.  I didn't say peas.  Peace, woman.  Peace).

More than anything I want to rest in that belief.

Let it be, Lord.  Let it be.

"Help Me Believe"

Nichole Nordeman

Take me back to the time

When I was maybe eight or nine

And I believed

when Jesus walked on waters blue

and If he helped me I could to

If I believed

Before rational analysis and systematic thinking

Robbed me of a sweet simplicity

When wonders and when mysterys

Were far less often silly dreams

and childhood fantasies

CHORUS:

Help me believe

'cause I don't want to miss any miracles

Maybe I'd see

Much better by closing my eyes

and I would shed this grown up skin I'm in

To touch an Angels wing

And I would be free

Help me believe

When mustard seeds made mountians move

A burning bush that spoke for you

was good enough

When manna fell from heavens high

just because you told the sky to open up

Am I too wise to recognize that everything uncertain

is certainly a possibility

When logic fails my reasoning

and science crushes underneath

The weight of all that is unseen

CHORUS

When someone else's education

plays upon my reservations

I'm the first to cave

I'm the first to bleed

If I abandoned all that seeks

To make my faith informed and chic

Could you?

Would you?

Show your self to me?

CHORUS