Voices

Psalm 119:105 GNT Your word is a lamp to guide me and a light for my path.


In our world today, there are so many conflicting voices. There are voices from the media, voices from books, voices from pulpits, voices from politicians, voices from doctors, trainers, teachers–the list goes on.

Each one of these voices claims to be the voice you should listen to. Each one will tell you they know what is best for you. With the technology we have today, these voices literally have access to our minds twenty-four hours a day. In fact, in our quest for knowledge, it’s my argument that we are more confused about which way to go than ever before.

How can you know who to listen to?

How is it possible to know who is being truthful, who has pure intentions, and who really has your best interest in mind?

There is only one way. God’s Word.

You must feed your mind a steady diet of The Word. Read the Bible daily. Pray. When you pray, listen. Prayer is not just a time to ask for everything you need. It is also a time to sit, be quiet, and listen to what the Lord has to say to you.

He is the ONE and the ONLY voice you should listen to. Weigh all other words against His. He will guide you and direct. He is the voice you can trust.

Yah, I was Martha–What a Waste

Jesus continued from there toward Jerusalem and came to another village. Martha, a resident of that village, welcomed Jesus into her home. Her sister, Mary, went and sat at Jesus’ feet, listening to Him teach. Meanwhile Martha was anxious about all the hospitality arrangements.

Martha (interrupting Jesus): Lord, why don’t You care that my sister is leaving me to do all the work by myself? Tell her to get over here and help me.

Jesus: Oh Martha, Martha, you are so anxious and concerned about a million details, but really, only one thing matters. Mary has chosen that one thing, and I won’t take it away from her.

Luke 10:38-42 (Voice) 


I don’t have a sister. But, if I did, I would have been Martha in this story. So many times in my life the Lord could have (and probably did) said, “Lisa, Lisa, you are so anxious about anything and everything. And, yet, the One that matters is not at the forefront of your thoughts.” 

OUCH!

I wasted so much time. I lost so many years. I worried about everything. The what if’s consumed my life. I wanted everything perfect and in the process made myself and everyone around me miserable. If only I had learned earlier to just breathe—to sit at Jesus’ feet and lay my head in His lap—relaxing in His presence.

Only One thing really matters in this Life. Do you know Him? Do you love Him? Do you spend time with Him?

Slow down. Breathe. Soak up His love.

Tend to It

As I got up this morning, the cold air from our dark house wrapped its uncomfortable arms around me. I reached for my fuzzy pink robe, draped it around myself and shuffled down the hall. The wood stove had only a small orange glow peeking through the glass panes and I knew the fire had long ago dwindled to only a few remaining embers.

I turned the handle, unlocking the cast iron doors, hoping the screech would not wake the rest of the family.

*Sigh*

Darkness stared at me with miniature orange coals blinking, trying to come back to life. I took the poker and shoved all of the coals into one pile, hoping the combined heat would cause a spark once I layered wood on top.

I shoved my feet into my husband’s boots and dragged out into the frigid early morning air. Once back inside, I knelt before the wood stove and began stacking wood on the embers one by one. Each piece of wood had snow on it from the day before, so it would sizzle as the heat touched it. With the wood finally stacked, steam escaped from the dampness. I watched wondering if a fire would ever start.

For an hour I left the doors open a crack allowing the air to vacuum in to the coals, urging them to spark. I knew the dampness would have to dry before a fire would start.

Sometimes, the fire takes quite a bit of nurturing and tending. I checked on it several times, re-positioning the wood, poking at it, and changing the air flow.

Just when I decided nothing was going to happen, I heard a rushing sound coming from the stove.

Fire.

Not just a few flickering flames, but a roaring hot fire.

Jeremiah 20:9 (AMP)

If I say, I will not make mention of [the Lord] or speak any more in His name, in my mind and heart it is as if there were a burning fire shut up in my bones. And I am weary of enduring and holding it in; I cannot [contain it any longer].

A couple of years ago, as many of you know, I found myself in a very cold dark place. My “fire” had gone out. The real me barely had a glow left. I could hear God’s voice, but it was distant. It was like I had pounds of worry and stress and anxiety heaped on top of me, threatening to smother out what little life was left.

I prayed and cried out to God.

It seemed nothing helped. But, I didn’t give up. I opened my heart wider to the Lord.

After quite some time, I began to feel it. A stirring. Something smoldering within me. A spark. God had connected with me. I felt Him. His love blew into my life igniting a flame of passion for Him that had long been gone.

Suddenly it exploded into new love for Him, new opportunities, and healing for my mind.

I cannot contain it.

I want to share it.

My heart’s desire is to see others who are hurting set free and healed in Jesus’ name. There is a fire in you. Tend to it. Allow God to breathe into you. Open the doors of your heart to Him.

Keep on Moving

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The other day, my husband and I went shopping for our puppy. We bought him his first rawhide. We thought it would be the perfect gift because he loves to chew.

–He chews on everything: Shoes, Pillows, Toilet Paper Rolls, Carpet, Sticks, Tissue Paper, Dryer Sheets, Stools–

So–Rawhide! Perfect! 

We brought it home and placed it on the floor. He did his typical puppy dance around it. He pranced. He hopped. He rolled over it on his back. Finally, he took it in his mouth–and then panic struck. His eyes literally filled with anxiety. He was frozen in place and began crying. Looking around the room, he frantically tried to find someplace to hide his prize. If he caught us watching, he would pick it back up and look for someplace new. This went on for about an hour.

Here we thought he would be excited and happy. We gave him something he wanted. A tasty item to chew on–legally–it was his to enjoy. But, instead, it caused him turmoil because he was so afraid it was going to be taken away.

Of course, this got me to thinking. We aren’t much different, are we? How many times do we pray for a new job, or new friends, or a new direction? We pray and pray and pray. Finally, God answers! He gives us our hearts desire. We got the promotion! We have an opportunity to be in a new group of people! We have been asked to step into a new place of ministry! What do we do?

FREEZE.

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. “God. I mean. I know I asked for it. But, I’m not sure I can handle that job. I’m not really qualified.” “Hey, God. I wanted new friends…but those people…they are so different from me. What if they hate me? Or–what if I don’t like them?” “Uh. God. I know I asked for a place a ministry. But, um, this isn’t what I had in mind. I mean, can we try again with something other than this?”

Right? Hear me? Feel me?

God has answered our prayer! He has given us our desire! And we panic! Anxiety sets in. Doubt takes hold.

Don’t be surprised when God answers your prayers. The Word says:

Just ask and it will be given to you; seek after it and you will find. Continue to knock and the door will be opened for you. All who ask receive. Those who seek, find what they seek. And he who knocks, will have the door opened. Matthew 7:7-8 (VOICE) 

God wants to give us our hearts desires. He isn’t going to give us something that is out of His will and purpose for our lives. So, when the door is opened, keep moving. Step in to what He has in store for you!

The Perfect Garment

I am so glad that scarves came back into style. I love them. I love all different colors and textures. I especially love the infinity scarves. (For some reason I always try to call them unity scarves. Ha. Ha.)

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Scarves are the perfect accessory. The perfect garment. Do you agree? Men…I’m not sure what your equivalent would be…so, you are just going to have to take my word about scarves and follow me on this.

Scarves.

Have a hole in the front of your shirt? Scarf.

Stain on your shirt? Scarf.

Want to hide your, um, over-abundance of “blessings”? Scarf.

Not enough “blessing”? Scarf.

Too cold? Scarf.

Your shirt is too bland? Scarf.

Need more color to brighten your face? Scarf.

Watery eyes? Scarf.

See? They are perfect. Absolutely perfect!

Did you know that the Bible says that God has picked out the perfect spiritual garment for us? Seriously. Check this out:

(Colossians 3:12-14 MSG) “So, chosen by God for this new life of love, dress in the wardrobe God picked out for you: compassion, kindness, humility, quiet strength, discipline. Be even-tempered, content with second place, quick to forgive an offense. Forgive as quickly and completely as the Master forgave you. And, regardless of what else you put on, wear love. It’s your basic all-purpose garment. Never be without it.”

Love.

The perfect accessory for our lives. Love covers all defects. Love covers your imperfections. Love brightens your life. Love wipes away your tears.

Love. <3

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Spiritual Lessons from My Puppy

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Scratch, scratch, scratch.

Snort.

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

I open one eye. It’s barely light in my room.  I close my eye.

Whimper.

Pushing back my covers, I sit up and slide my legs off the bed. Once I stand up and head for the door, I feel little puffs of breath on my heels. Our six footsteps pad down the hall as he moves ahead of me.

We enter the dark cold living room and my puppy jumps up onto the couch quickly curling himself into a comfy ball on his blanket.

No. Way. Not happening.

I open the door, “Come on. Let’s go outside,” I whisper in my sweetest Mommy voice.

No movement.

Marching back in, I pick him up, plop him on the patio, and whisper, harshly  now, “Go. Potty!”

He looks up at me with his cute puppy dog eyes and I counter his cuteness with a finger pointed toward the yard.

As I look up, the glow of the sky catches my attention–the most magnificent sunrise I’ve seen in quite some time. Sherbet oranges and cotton candy pinks fill the sky with popcorn puffs of white clouds mixed in. Gorgeous. And, to think I almost missed this.

Hmmm.

Kind of like life, isn’t it? God nudges us to get up and get moving. He has something for us to see–something for us to do. We kind of open one eye and say, “You know, I’m pretty comfortable where I am, God. I think I’ll just stay right here.” He pushes us a little harder, maybe even with a little pain. We grump and gripe, complaining and refuse to go. He picks us up and puts us where he wants us to be and suddenly–when we get over ourselves–we realize He has placed us in the most perfect, rewarding, and unimaginable place.

Don’t miss out on something beautiful. Listen to His voice. Move when He nudges.

Hugs. <3

Love Is…

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 Corinthians 13:4-7 (AMP)

Love endures long and is patient and kind; love never is envious nor boils over with jealousy, is not boastful or vainglorious, does not display itself haughtily.

It is not conceited (arrogant and inflated with pride); it is not rude (unmannerly) and does not act unbecomingly. Love (God’s love in us) does not insist on its own rights or its own way, for it is not self-seeking; it is not touchy or fretful or resentful; it takes no account of the evil done to it [it pays no attention to a suffered wrong].

It does not rejoice at injustice and unrighteousness, but rejoices when right and truth prevail.

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