He’s Not Finished Yet

Disease. Unclean. Ostracized over a decade. Diagnosis: Incurable. With nowhere else to turn, she made her way to Jesus. When she touched His garment, she was healed. (Mark 5)

Question: “Who touched me?”

Answer: “Daughter, thy faith hath made thee whole; go in peace, and be whole of thy plague.”

Takeaway: Jesus is my Great Physician. He has the last word.

 

They had answered His call. Now, they were in a storm. The waves crashed around them unleashing fear and doubt. With nowhere else to turn, they came to Jesus. (Mark 4)

Question: “Why are ye so fearful? How is it that ye have no faith?”

Answer: “Peace, be still.”

Takeaway: Obedience doesn’t guarantee a storm-free life. Jesus can speak to my storm

He's Not Finished Yet

The charge, adultery. The penalty, death. To her accusers, she was a lost cause. With nowhere else to turn, she looked to Jesus. (John 8)

Question: “Woman, where are those thine accusers? Hath no man condemned thee?”

Answer: “Neither do I condemn thee: go, and sin no more.”

Takeaway: When the world sees a throwaway, Jesus sees a soul in need.

 

He was a brother. Loved by two sisters. Death had claimed him. Four days in a grave. With nowhere else to turn, they waited for Jesus. (John 11)

Question: “I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this?”

Answer: Lazarus, come forth.

Takeaway: Death will come. But I will rise again!

 

Whether we are facing disease, emotional trauma, a sin-sick soul, or death, one thing is sure. Until we stand face to face with Him, it’s not over. Have faith. He’s not finished, yet!

 

The Lord Is My Portion

The LORD is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him. Lam. 3:24

Raindrop-2From time to time, it’s easy to imagine we are in control of our lives when in truth, we are not. For no matter how tightly we cling, or how carefully we plan, all can be lost in the breath of a moment. Therefore, the important things in life are not things.

I brought nothing into this world, and I will take nothing when I leave. What I do for Heaven and others will be all that matters. Truth and justice, hope and charity, grace and mercy, will remain long after I’m gone.

And when I look at my life through this lens of reality, I find I have only one hope.

Jesus. My Savior and Friend.

Knowing that He is waiting at the end of this high wire act of faith, gives me the courage to let go and walk the line.

Eyes closed.

Arms opened wide.

Head tilted back.

In Him will I hope!

 

 

When the Wind Blows

And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm. Mark 4:39

I read a story this past week about a young man seeking employment on a farm. When asked by the farmer what he knew about farming he replied, “I know nothing about farm work, but I can sleep when the wind blows.”

Desperate for help, the old farmer hired the boy. One night a storm blew in, and the farmer ran to the young man’s room, and there he lay sleeping like a baby. Rather than waste time trying to wake him, the farmer ran to check the barn, animals, and the straw pile. All were secure. The farmer understood the boy’s statement.*

As I read the story, I thought of Jesus and the disciples on the storm-tossed sea. The Word says “the waves beat into the ship, and it was now full.”

The disciples were afraid.

Jesus was asleep.

On a pillow!

The disciples awakened Him and asked did He care if they drowned.

water-932284_1920He stood, rebuked the wind and spoke to the waves.

The winds ceased. The storm calmed.

Then He asked, “Why are you afraid? Why don’t you have faith?”

Ouch.

They were afraid and asked, “Who is this that even the wind and sea obey Him?”

Have you ever been there?

Speaking spiritually, I don’t always sleep when the wind is blowing, and the waves are rocking my world. But when I stop watching the horizon bob up and down and get my focus on the Master of the wind, my spirit calms.

Then I, like Jesus, can rest when the winds blow and the waves crash around me!

How about you. Do you ever have trouble resting when the wind is blowing?

 

*I Can Sleep When the Wind Blows ~ Olden Cook