A Typical or Atypical Pastor's Wife-whichever one you come to believe



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Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Grace and Peace

I slept longer this morning than I normally do. By the time I had showered, grabbed my lunch from the refrigerator and made my morning smoothie, I didn’t have a lot of time to read my Bible before leaving for work. So as I sat down to read, I prayed and asked the Lord to give me a word in the time I did have. 

It just so happened that I was starting the book of 1 Thessalonians this morning. The first thing I read was the greeting of Paul to the Thessalonian church that says “Paul and Silvanus and Timothy, To the church of the Thessalonians in God the Father and the Lord Jesus Christ:Grace to you and peace.” This greeting is used 17 times in scripture by Paul, Peter and the Apostle John.

I knew immediately that this was my word for the day. “Grace and peace.” Peace in grace. Peace because of grace. Grace for peace. Peace from grace. 

As a messenger of God, Paul brought them the message of God through the Holy Spirit to His church in Thessalonica-Grace and Peace. He could have started with commands or ordinances. He could have pointed out faults or shortcomings but He didn’t. Of all the messages He could have given, He gave first and foremost grace and peace. 

To those in God and the Lord Jesus Christ, grace and peace. An effect and fruit of being “in” Christ is supposed to be grace and peace. How often I fall short. How often I expect a more harsh greeting from the Lord because of my failures or weaknesses or shortcomings. While I expect a furrowed brow on the Lord’s forehead, He instead offers grace and peace. While I struggle to make it on my own I ignore what He has already given-grace and peace. As thoughts of circumstances assail me, it is there for me-grace and peace. 

It is because of God’s grace that we can live in peace. He has provided by His grace, forgiveness of sins, reconciliation and justification. We are right before God, in good standing, with our sin-slate wiped clean by the blood of His Son. That, in itself, is peace.

It is by grace that we know that all of His promises are yes and amen, His blessings are lavished upon us, we have favor in His sight, protection by His mighty right arm, the care of a perfect father, an abundance of wisdom and knowledge, a lamp to our feet and a light for our path. Our yesterday, today and tomorrow are all taken care of.

In Christ..In Christ... there is grace and peace. He is our shelter, our fortress, our sure foundation. I picture myself in the palm of His hand, under the shadow of His might right arm and the natural result is ...peace.  My God is able and willing and powerful to perform all that His Word has promised.

Of course, we receive nothing from God except through faith, but even faith has come through grace. He has given to every man a measure of faith. It is enough. 

I guess He answered my prayer.  I’ve been thinking on this all day. “Man does not live by bread alone but by every WORD….or two words that proceed from the mouth of God and today God has spoken, in fact in His Word He has spoken again and again….Grace and Peace! Thank you Lord! I receive it in Jesus’ name!

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

My Husband's First Wife

Every now and then, my husband does something just to make me laugh. I came home from work the other day to find the house empty and this laying in my bed. 

I know the photo is not the best. That is a cantalope with a face drawn on it. The hair is a rag dog toy. 

I have to admit, it did make me laugh after I got over the shock of finding another person in my bed. At least she loves the Word!

The comments on facebook were very funny concerning her skin, her shape and her obvious study of the Word.  Then someone made a comment about this being my husband's first wife. The cantalope head kind of could remind you of those shrunken heads you see come out of remote places. 

Then I thought to myself.  My husband's first wife really is dead.  I wasn't a believer when I married my husband. When I think back over my life, it doesn't even seem to me that it began until I met Christ on a personal level. That person I was before Christ seems like a stranger to me. And if I remember correctly, she was just as lifeless, fake, and flat as this lady that I found in my bed.  She was selfish, childish, and irrational. (I had better hair though!) I'm not perfect by any means but I have to say.....

What a difference Christ makes in a life. For that I am so thankful.