Expectations

As it is my eager expectation and hope that I will not be at all ashamed, but that with full courage now as always Christ will be honored in my body, whether by life or by death.

Philippians 1:20

Good Morning, Girlfriends!

Did the sun rise on your day? I expect it did.

As a matter of fact, when I opened my eyes this morning, I expected the sun would be rising. I not only expected it because of the light filtering through my closed eyelids, but also because internally I just presume the sun will rise each morning that I wake.

Did you have your coffee or tea this morning? I expect you did.

As a matter of fact, when I went to the kitchen this morning, I expected the coffee maker would work and brew my drink. I not only expected it because I smelled my son-in-law’s cup of joe, but also because internally I just presume the Keurig will operate each time I need a pick-me-up.

Did you look at your computer today? I expect you did.

As a matter of fact, when I thought about writing a blog this morning, I expected my computer keyboard to light up. I not only expected it because I had barely put it away a few hours ago before bedtime, but also because internally I just presume my computer loves me and wants to function properly for me so I don’t yell at it.

Did you….did you…did you? I expect you did.

Why?

Because as a woman and human being, I…

Expect…

Assume…

Internally Presume…

Trust…

Believe.

But what if they computer crashed during the night?

What if they coffee make shorted out when turned on?

What if the sun did not rise and darkness prevailed?

Unmet Expectations.

False Assumptions.

External Reality Interfering with Internal Presumptions.

Uncertainty.

Doubt.

Disbelief.

The hope of the righteous brings joy, but the expectation of the wicked will perish.

Proverbs 10:28

Girlfriends, the reality is we all carry expectations whether we are aware of them or not.  Sometimes our expectations are grounded in experience of the world. For example, the sun rises every morning, sets at night, and rises again the next morning. We don’t consciously think about it, but we do expect it.

We all carry assumptions, grounded in reality or not. Most of the time, we can assume the coffeemaker will work because for the past however many months we’ve used it, coffee has come out every time. We don’t overthink it, but we do know that one day we will press that button and voila….nothing happens. But we never expect that day to be today.

We all presume certain things will happen as a result of our experience, assumptions, and knowledge of how the world works around us. I presume my computer will work because (1) I went to Mac and have never looked back, (2) my husband is obsessed with technology, and (3) I have a child-like faith that everything will operate the way it is supposed all of the time, despite my immature fits of anger when it doesn’t.

So, my friends, I assume about now you are saying to yourselves, “Jackie, get to the point!” Whether that is true or not, doesn’t really matter. I am still assuming it. And therein lies my point.

Ladies, we constantly make assumptions and have expectations that are often subconscious and ruled by our past experience, present state of mind, and the unique worldview we possess. Sometimes those expectations are met on a consistent basis, and all the world is at peace. Yet at other times, our assumptions run up against the expectations of others around us, and all hell breaks loose before we even realize what happened.  No one intended to hurt another’s feelings, because everyone presumed to be on the same page.

In reality, nothing in this life is promised to go as we expect or assume it will. Truthfully, we are told we will face trouble. (John 16:33) Expectations will not be met. Assumptions will make an “ass” out of “u” and “me.” (Thanks to my high school volleyball coach for first pointing that out to me.) And presuming leads to let-down, which in turn leads to all-consuming attempts at controlling what, in reality, only God holds in His hands: the future and the people around us.

Girlfriends, my message to you and to myself today comes from that same verse that promises us trouble in life: John 16:33.

“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”

TAKE HEART! Have PEACE. Jesus has overcome the world of expectations, assumptions, and presumptions with the only truth that we can truly and unequivocally trust and believe: He loves us, and He has final victory.

Victory over fear…

Over false or unmet expectations…

Over pain and suffering…

Over broken promises and shattered hearts….

Over death and dying….

Over every earthly concern you or I can imagine.

He experienced it. He fought the fight. He won the war.

And although the battle rages on inside our souls and between people on this earth,

you can raise your eyes to heaven in the morning, lift that cup of coffee to your lips, and confidently proclaim to the world (through your computer-aided social media) that JESUS REIGNS!

So consciously today make an effort to LET GO. Surrender. Lay it all at the feet of Jesus, the Lamb of God who came and conquered in a way the Jews never assumed would happen: SURRENDER! He did not build an Army and go to battle on earth against the Romans. No! He waved a white flag and laid down His life for you and me, and when God raised Him from the dead, He built the most powerful Army ever to fight the real battle…the spiritual one raging right now for our eternity.  Satan is using your expectations, your assumptions and your presumptions against you. Take back control with conscious prayer, proclaiming the Word of God you know to be holy and right. Do not live in a spirit of fear! Live in the Light of Christ….and have PEACE!

Girlfriends, today, His peace is with you….Expect it!  

No longer will there be any curse. The throne of God and of the Lamb will be in the city, and his servants will serve him. They will see his face, and his name will be on their foreheads. There will be no more night. They will not need the light of a lamp or the light of the sun, for the Lord God will give them light. And they will reign for ever and ever.

Revelation 22:3-5

Winds of Change

It’s autumn.

The winds of change are blowing.

Girlfriends, have you been outside this week? Have you gone on a walk, worked in the yard, or just sat soaking in the sun? If not, I encourage you to open the door and go. Soon enough, we will be huddled inside, clothed in layers, snuggling under blankets, and totally avoiding the outdoor world. 

It’s autumn.

The winds of change are blowing.

I just returned from a walk without music, headphones, or even my cell phone for that matter. (Pause. Overcome your shock that my iphone parted from my body for a few minutes. Continue reading.) The flags are whipping on their poles. Leaves of the trees are whooshing and whispering secrets only angels understand. The gusts were blowing my hair all over my head, only to die down and leave my face hidden behind all the wild strands. I consciously breathed deeply and exhaled slowly, savoring the fresh fall air, sharing thoughts with God, and sensing the seasonal transition breaking through time.

It’s autumn.

The winds of change are blowing.

With every step around the neighborhood (carefully counted on my FitBit of course!), I felt God moving me away from a cherished past and toward an exciting, yet still unknown, future. Have you ever experienced God’s stirring in your body? Sometimes when I walk, I am forcing myself forward against the wind, wondering why I am even trying, or what is the point? At other times, the air is calm and still, and I don’t think at all. But today was different. The wind was at my back, and I almost felt like I was gliding over the newly blacktopped roads of our subdivision (which in reality would have been a good thing because now my shoes have black tar on the bottoms!) Today, the winds of change were blowing, propelling me in a different life direction, almost as if the wind and I were one, united in purpose and meaning. I sit here now, thinking, “ With whom did I really walk today? Was that whistling truly just the wind?”

It’s autumn.

The winds of change are blowing.

Girlfriends, I do not know where you are today, right now, in your life’s journey. Maybe you are fighting headstrong into hurricane force gales, holding on for dear life, wondering if you will make it through another minute, hour, or day? Perhaps you are caught up in the spiral of a tornado, spinning and screaming for someone to let you out? Maybe you are in a still, serene place with no wind at all, just savoring the peace and calm? Possible you are not relishing the calm, because you see a foreboding sky and wonder when the storm will start and how long will it last? Or maybe, like me, you have the winds of change at your back, forcing you onward whether you like it or not? Maybe, like Mary Poppins, you are “on the wind” with your umbrella at this very moment, about to land in a purposeful place that is desperately in need of your gifts and talents. 

Whatever your circumstances, my friends, one thing I know

for certain is that the Force behind every gust, breeze, or calm is our Father in Heaven, Who both created and controls the winds of our lives. I pray today that you put your hope and your trust in that invisible force, in that God you may not “see,” but Who, just like the wind, is present even when your eyes cannot perceive. Our Lord directs the winds of change for His purpose and His plan, and Girlfriends, you can fight it, or you can flow with it. You have a choice. I pray this week, take a walk with the Lord. Pray. Sense His presence. Ask His forgiveness. Receive it and be blessed. Feel His peace. And one day, you will enter His rest. Until then, enjoy every season of this life and glorify His Name.

It’s autumn.
The winds of change are blowing.

Gotta Give It To God

Hello Girlfriends!!

So long....so very long since I have written a blog posting. I know. Forgive me?
Since I went back to school to study for a masters degree, the pace of life increased tremendously--as if I were not already living on a speeding train bound for endless track ahead!

Much has transpired in the ensuing months, and I promise I will blog on some of it soon. I have a two week break from class right now, and I am trying to catch my breath (and decorate my special space called my "office.")

In the meantime, I want to share a little ditty (funny word!) that I started writing in the hotel last May as we waited to move from Virginia back to Chicagoland. Finding it in my unpacked pile, I polished it up today thinking how very appropriate the lyrics are for this day!

NOW...who can put it to music?????? (Obviously not this girlfriend right here!)

Prayers, Hugs, and Love to All of You!

Gotta Give It To God

I wanna live

I wanna dream

I wanna be that

Girl I seem

There’s so much I gotta do

It’s hard just walkin’ in these shoes

Feeling so overwhelmed, it’s true,

Just can’t stop singin’ these blues

I know I gotta…

(Chorus)

I gotta, gotta, gotta

            Gotta give it to GOD

I gotta, gotta, gotta

            Gotta give it to GOD

            Give it to GOD
            Give it to GOD.

One day I’m up,

Next day I’m down,

In this crazy head

Life’s turned around.

If I wanna live

If I wanna dream

I know I gotta go

To that Living Stream

I know I gotta…

(Chorus)

I gotta, gotta, gotta

            Gotta give it to GOD

I gotta, gotta, gotta

            Gotta give it to GOD

            Give it to GOD
            Give it to GOD.

Who Am I?

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“I’m coming back to the heart of worship, and it’s all about You, it’s all about You, Jesus. I’m sorry, Lord, for the thing I’ve made it when it’s all about You,

It’s all about You, Jesus.”

-Heart of Worship, sung by Matt Redman

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.

2 Corinthians 5:17

As I prepared for church this morning, the song Heart of Worship came on the radio. I literally just mentioned this song to my daughter last night as we face-timed, talking about her Catalyst Leadership Conference last week with her church. The conference theme was Leading From Who You Are: Identity, Calling, Legacy.  She relayed a story to me about one of the worship singers, Phil Wickham, who is injured and cannot talk, let alone sing. He wrote a letter to the attendees explaining how this time of silence left him thinking about his identity as a singer and his worth without a voice. I referred her to this song, Heart of Worship, because the point the lyrics make is that Jesus is the heart of our worship first and foremost. Our voices, our words, our notes, our melodies, our harmonies—none of those are the heart of our worship. Without them, our worship of Jesus does not stop, and if it does, then we have identified the wrong things as the heart of our worship. 

The identity portion of the conference struck a chord in my daughter that has been plucked over and over and over since her accident nearly three years ago.  When an event happens in this life that completely alters who you think you are, what you are able to do, and how others perceive you, what do you do? Where do you turn? How do you begin to redefine yourself according to the “new normal”? From whom do draw guidance and strength?

The world says these answers will vary depending upon who “you” are, but what God’s Word relays to us is that the answer is no different from beginning to event to post-event to the end: Your identity is found in the Lord, in Jesus Christ. You were, are, and ever-will-be a redeemed and beloved child of God regardless of who you think your are, what you can or cannot do, or who others perceive or claim you are.  You must come back to the heart of worship every single day and let Jesus be the One to remind you of who you are in Him. You are more precious than silver or gold. You are more important than the flowers in the field or the birds in the sky. You are worth dying for…and He did.

So why do we keep searching? I am not just talking about our unsaved friends who have not heard, or have failed to recognize, who they are in Christ, but I am also referring to every single professed Christian who has intentionally given their life to Christ, including me. Why do we make everything except Christ the heart of our worship? Why do we think that our great ideas, our hard labor, our efforts, our abilities, and our achievements are the basis of our identity?

My daughter’s conference topic somehow “mysteriously” coincided with the message from our pastor at Gateway Church today regarding identity. Jesus is my foundation and anchor. All that I am, all that I do, and all that I want others to know of me is rooted in Christ who strengthens and guides me daily. And when I bring myself back to this point of reality, the rest of my thoughts, my feelings, my actions, and my subconscious activity come in line with God’s plan and purpose. Then I am at the heart of worship in every circumstance because Jesus lives in me and I abide in Him. My identity is so closely bound to Him that all joy, all struggle and pain, even the mundane, cannot change my identity.  Fear, sorrow, agony, and sadness may scratch my surface but they cannot penetrate nor alter my core.  I won’t give up because He did not give up on me.

I read this blog to my son, and he told me I was not talking in real enough terms for him and “normal people” to understand. So I asked myself, what does identity in Christ look like in real life here on earth? For me, I can say God wants me to know this: I am loved when I feel like no one around me cares or notices I exist. I am a daughter when my parents are far away.  I am a sister to more than one. I am still valued and needed when my children are grown and living on their own.  I am worthy and respected even when I get it wrong or make mistakes. I am MVP of dusting and cleaning. I have citizenship in heaven no matter which state I reside in. I am a Pulitzer Prize winner with every journal or blog entry. I am funny when no one laughs.  I am perfectly designed and built just right to host the Holy Spirit within “my temple.”  I am a light in dark places. I am more beautiful than a Hawaiian sunset.  I am strong in my weakest moments. I can love the unlovable and forgive the unforgivable because I am loved and forgiven. I am a leader and a follower. I am a part of the whole and wholly a part.  I am heard among a thousand screaming voices drowning out my own.  I am a work in progress but progressing according to a grand design.

My friends, I do not know every aspect of your identity in Christ, but I believe we are not so very different. God engineers your circumstances and environment to make you uniquely His child, but His promises are universally applicable to you and to me. My prayer for you this week is that you will take some time in solitude to consider your identity. Write down all the names/titles you have been called or call yourself, and then take them away. Who are you now when all of those identifiers are gone? Examine each one in the light of Christ and the Word. Learn who God says you are to Him. Share some here if you wish.  You may or may not like who you are in this world, but I promise you will LOVE who you are in Christ eternally.

Because, if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.

Romans 10:9

The Power of Undaunted Devotion

Girlfriends, Stand Up for Christ!

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So have no fear of them, for nothing is covered that will not be revealed, or hidden that will not be known. What I tell you in the dark, say in the light, and what you hear whispered, proclaim on the housetops. And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather fear him who can destroy both soul and body in hell. 

Matthew 10:26-28 (ESV)

Hello my sweet Girlfriends!

The weather outside may be frightful--frigid and freezing--but I am about to light you on fire with my passion for Christ. I hope that you are warmed by the love in my heart for you, but more so I pray that my concern for your eternity sparks a blaze that inspires you to action. We have an urgent need in this country for followers of Christ to unite and push back the assault upon our beliefs and life values.  I hear the whispering and the murmurs of injustice and prejudice against the Christian faith and its followers, but I do not see any marching feet or stalwart souls standing up for our Leader. Quit cowering, my lady friends, and come alive for what you know in your heart is right. Follow Christ and see where He leads!

I wrote the following reader response for my master's program this week. I am sharing it with you now because I truly believe we are under attack, sometimes overtly and sometimes covertly. The enemies of Christ are seeking and devouring, and I am not willing to be a victim nor allow my family and future generations either to fall prey to this evil. United we stand, or trust me, this nation will fall.

     “Both Christ and His cause were so compelling that they were followers regardless. This is the kind of followership to which we must aspire. And while most of us will never be called to follow to the shedding of our blood, or for that matter not even to ta measure of their sacrifice, it is still unconditional followership that Christ both demands and deserves.” Joseph Stowell, Following Christ, p.68.

     As Stowell says, I doubt I will ever know the level of commitment that requires the literal shedding of blood for Christ. I aspire to it, although I have no desire to actually bleed! I do wish to be in such deep communion with Christ that I would willingly do so if needed. I pray that my desire is of the right motive. I like that Stowell points out that the first followers of Christ were not above that temptation either. The tangible benefits of followership make the following much easier than the intangible or even futuristic blessings. But when we keep our eyes focused on the tangible and let go of the right reasons for following Christ, disaster and decay slowly creep in and take over.

     I find that in the United States we do not have that strong level of commitment to following Christ no matter the cost. We are very politically correct Christians, treading the waters of this world, trying to keep afloat, when in reality we are drowning ourselves in the sea of sin and submission. Stowell notes that the first followers of Christ were marginalized, maligned, and sometimes martyred. Yet, their persistence resulted in changing an entire Empire, forging a civilization based “upon Christ’s ways and reflect(ing) His justice and righteousness in its laws.” (69) Funny, but our nation supposedly began on these very same principles incorporated into our Constitution and our laws. Somehow, over the past 250+ years, our lack of commitment to following Christ has resulted in a very unrecognizable reflection in the mirror. It is not that we allowed people of varying faiths into America; rather, we bent over backwards to accept and accommodate them, sacrificing our own faith and principles in the process. Religious tolerance eroded our Christian religious identity and strength. 

     I do not know what the solution is except to recommit to a solid, strong, undeterred following of Christ no matter the cost. This fix is not instant nor easy.  If we are going to leave a country worth living in after we are gone, Christians are going to have to unite and start acting like true followers and not stragglers. My own children seek the Lord, but I still hear “oh Mom” when I take a strong stand against what I see as an affront on my values in Christ. I hope to provide for them a great example of unwavering dedication to the Lord by my life’s example. I find the hope, the promise, and the life in Christ so compelling that to do otherwise is to live an unfulfilled life toward a disastrous destiny.

Blessed Endurance

Hello Girlfriends!

I am sharing with you a devotional I submitted for my degree program. The format is nearly the same as I usually write, except I was required to cite some outside sources. Let me know what you think!

I Love You Ladies!

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Therefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes…And the Lord restored Job’s losses when he prayed for his friends. Indeed the LORD gave Job twice as much as he had before.

Job 42:6,10

 My brethren, take the prophets, who spoke in the name of the Lord, as an example of suffering and patience. Indeed we count them blessed who endure. You have heard of the perseverance of Job and seen the end intended by the Lord—that the Lord is very compassionate and merciful.

James 5:10-11 (NKJV)

My Story

“I give up! I quit!”

How many times have I found myself exasperated, hands thrown in the air and tears streaming down my face, impatiently exploding into a fit of rage over my inability to conquer the mountain in front of me? I am embarrassed to say that the answer is more times than I can count. Even more humiliating is the fact that most of those “mountains” were truly “mini molehills”—a computer program I could not operate; a car that kept failing inspection; the third straight batch of cookies I charcoaled; or the tangled strands of a thousand Christmas bulbs that would not light. But then along comes a family member or friend to comfort and aid me: My husband who fixes the computer; my dad who changes the brake pads; my son who says he loves blackened cookies; and my friend who thinks it is fun to say “time me” as she unravels the light cords and finds the burned-out bulb. I seriously thank God for these people in my life and wish that I had their brand of patience and perseverance. But God reminds me that I possess my own sort of endurance for which to be grateful…and I am.

My endurance was birthed in the midst of great personal turmoil and testing, but it came to maturation amid the tragic trauma and trials of my oldest daughter.  I am talking about the type of endurance that probes the heart for the faith and strength to patiently persevere, yet calls into question, if only for a brief moment, everything that once towered as true and trustworthy. Trying to hold on when everything is spinning out of control can lead to this need to examine and question the reason for suffering, hoping to find an answer to appease the mind, console the heart and restore the order. When the answers do not come forth, endurance is tested and faith enters the fire—will trust in God’s sovereignty pull it out again, refined and golden? Or will doubt and despair watch it burn into ashes? For guidance, I turn to the Bible.

Job’s Story

A righteous and upright man named Job once faced these faith-in-the-fire questions. For many years, Job was a wealthy, well-respected, married man and father of ten children for whom he prayed and offered sacrifices consistently. Per God’s own admission, Job was blameless, shunning evil and fearing God (see Job 1:1-5). By all appearances, he was living a blessed life until one day when suddenly all was destroyed without cause (2:3). Job’s loss and suffering stretched beyond that which most humans will ever encounter or experience. His devastation included loss of all ten children at once and all of his property, servants, and wealth. Additionally, he was afflicted with intense pain in his body (1:13-2:10). When his family and friends came to call, they offered no comfort. His wife suggested that Job “curse God and die” (2:9). His three friends pushed and prodded him to repent of wickedness, hidden or otherwise, despite Job’s repeated pleas of innocence (4:1-31:40).

Who among us could blame Job for deploring the day he was born (3:1-26), seeking death for respite from God’s wrath (7:9,10; 10:18-22), and appealing to God for an explanation of his suffering (10:1-22)? Job could have easily thrown up his hands, crying out, “I quit! I give up!” But, Job does not die. He does not cave in to his friends’ flawed theology regarding retribution. He does not even collapse under the chastisement of a younger man who calls out Job’s pride and claims God intends to teach Job something through his suffering (36:22). Instead, Job maintains his integrity, endures his misery, and beseeches God for answers (for which he is also scolded by Elihu (3:23)).

God does indeed show up “out of the whirlwind” (38:1) to address Job’s pleas and challenges. The LORD reveals his omnipotence in His speeches, going into great detail describing His vast creative and sustaining power. He then invites Job to teach Him (38:3; 40:7). By issuing this challenge, God is not condemning Job. He is, however, reprimanding him for accusing and judging the LORD according to the retribution principle in order to maintain his own innocence. God’s message to Job is (1) I am here, (2) I am wise and in control; you are not,[1] and (3) “justice is not the sum of human life or the whole of God’s essential being.”[2] In essence, “the God speeches remind us that a Person, not a principle, is Lord.”[3]

Hence, Job’s persistence yields fruit in the end. His faith is strengthened by a higher knowledge of God’s infinite power and absolute sovereignty over creation. His understanding of the retribution principle is qualified by God’s wisdom in governing the universe. Job retains his righteousness but repents of his pride and presumptuousness. Upon repenting and praying for his guilty friends, Job’s prosperity is restored twofold in every area. “The LORD blessed the latter days of Job more than his beginning” (42:12).

Your Story

So severe was Job’s ordeal that James offers Job’s story of perseverance as an example to the New Testament church. James 5:11 attests that the blessed are those who endure. Notice James does not say blessed are those who have health and wealth, or whose health and wealth is restored (although he does point to the Lord’s compassion and mercy in the end.) Veritably, the focus of consideration for blessed status is endurance and patience through suffering. Job and James’s messages apply as much to us today as they did to the Israelites and the new Christian church.

So, my Girlfriends, what’s your story? We each have one that would fill up this space, and maybe even a few more pages!  What malady darkens your doorstep? What are you giving up, going without, or letting go? What is this sacrifice costing you? Are your friends and family supportive and comforting, or are they frustrating your efforts to maintain your relationship with the LORD? Are your lips muttering, “I quit! I give up!” while your arms are in the air displaying your frustration and protest for all to see? Or are your hands lifted high in prayer and praise in the midst of perturbation and pressure while your voice sings of His power, grandeur and supremacy? Is your faith in the fire, or is there fuel and fire in your faith?

I pray, ladies, that you will be encouraged to follow Job “as an example of one whose patience and endurance in adversity ought to be emulated.”[4] I may not comprehend the torment or tribulation of your life, but I do know a God who does. He is reaching out for you today even if you cannot see, hear or feel Him. He wants you to know that He is close by, near at hand, just as He was with Job. The God who “laid the foundations of the earth” (Job 38:4), “who shut in the seas with doors” (38:8), and “caused the dawn to know its place” (38:12) is the same God who knit you together in your mother’s womb (Ps 139:13). Your suffering falls within the sovereignty of God, and while you may not understand the reason or the purpose, you can trust that He does. Bear with Him. Abide in Him. Patiently pray to persevere and claim your own brand of endurance. Indeed we count them blessed who endure (James 5:11).

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[1] Longman III, T., “Job 3: History of Interpretation”, in Dictionary of the Old Testament: Wisdom, Poetry& Writings (ed.Tremper Longman III and Peter Enns; Downers Grove, IL: IVP, 2008), 374.

[2] Bullock, C. Hassell, An Introduction to the Old Testament Poetic Books, (Chicago: Moody Publishers, 1998), 128.

[3] Ibid.

[4] Longman, History of Interpretation, 362.