Good morning ladies! How are you today? It's been awhile. I think I forgot to let you know that we'd be on vacation this week, but we ended up not going. I'm sure many of you already heard the whole story on Facebook, but for those of you who didn't, we were supposed to go to Texas last week for a little vacation. And we wanted to drive. I'm not sure what we were thinking when we made the driving vs. flying decision. Hmm. Anyway, we set out for the south on Sunday after church, but only made it as far as Owatonna, Minnesota (about 90 miles from home). Yeah, and that took us about three hours. We got off for some lunch, and in that time, they closed the expressway. We thought we'd try to see if we could handle the alternate route, and the driving conditions were the worst I've ever been in. We couldn't see anything. It was to the point that we stopped right in the road. And that really isn't a good idea. Blizzard and white-out conditions were crippling southern Minnesota. I started calling hotels and they were already all completely booked. We wanted to stay where we were, thinking we could just leave early the next morning. The hotels told us that the armory was sheltering people for the night. I mean, I was thankful for that, but I suddenly thought I was in some kind of unreal dream. Shelter? PK suggested a Bed & Breakfast. I located one in the area and they had one room left so we took it. That alone was an interesting experience, but we were safe and warm. As time went on, it became apparent that this was a huge, slow-moving storm and we weren't going anywhere for awhile. Unless, of course, we wanted to go north and return home. So we did. Very disappointing, but we'll just have to reschedule. You can't force something to happen, can you? And for the last few days, that's all they talked about on the local news. How many people had slept in cars, were stranded, in accidents, and two people even died, one of whom was trying to help others. So God protected us. And here we are, with more snow last night, and more to come on Friday. But then we start another month--one month closer to Spring!
Devotion
What a beautifully written devotion today! Are you hungering for more today? Have a Wonderful Wednesday!
“A Hunger to Know God More”
“He touched my mouth … and said, ‘Look. … Gone your guilt, Your sins wiped out.’ And then I heard the voice of the Master: ‘Whom shall I send? Who will go for us?’ I spoke up, ‘I’ll go. Send me!’” Isaiah 6:7b, 8 (MSG)
I’ve spent all my life hungry.
But now there’s a different hunger to take in the Word of God.
This is how I remember it beginning …
I notice it when a new youth pastor preaches from the old book, and then more as I go through a Bible study and find these words coming alive, breadcrumbs leading someplace bright.
I find I want more. I find spending time with His words leads me to God Himself. The words are more than words, though. Slowly, His words bleed into my heart, then out from my heart, into my everyday, ordinary life.
I begin — not even consciously — hungering for things I never did before. Without trying.
Instead of waking up to get the kids and me ready, do housework or start dinner, I want to learn what God is like. Who He is. I want to talk to Him, and I want Him to talk to me. So I make time for that by getting up before everyone else.
New life intersects for me in this small rural town, where God’s words find me, and I awake to them. It’s like coming out of anesthesia, rising after a long sleep.
It doesn’t take long to sense my taste buds changing. I don’t want the comforts I wanted before; now I crave those words that fill me in a way I’d not known was possible.
My thought patterns begin to change as well. I rearrange my life to position my cold heart next to God’s campfire. I suddenly see habits I knew God was gently calling me away from. Slowly, He begins melting my heart, changing me from the inside out. It isn’t anything drastic all at one time. Rather, it’s slow interior work, invisible work.
We all want outward, immediate change. But this is gradual work on the inside, sacred work. I can feel it taking root, and soon others start to see it, too.
The pastor asks me to help teach a single women’s Sunday School class. I begin to harbor a love of studying the Bible and sparking this love in others.
I love seeing women’s eyes light up when God shows them something they hadn’t seen before. I love letting them know how much He loves them. They’re all kinds of single women. Divorced, mostly. Some have little children, some have grown children, and one is a war veteran who lives her life in a wheelchair. All of us are hungry for holy words.
When I read, eat and act on words from the Bible, they go down deep into my insides, penetrating my surface superficiality, my negative narratives, all the way down to the deepest dark, secret places.
Reading the Bible, the words burn deep inside me. They alleviate the ache. When I read the Bible and talk to God, I don’t want to play it safe. Something in me wants to come out and do something brave, and it scares me.
Sitting in my usual row at church, I feel like I’m pulling up a chair to the best meal I’ve ever had. Pastor Jedidiah, our youth pastor, opens Isaiah 6 and simply reads word for word:
“He touched my mouth … and said, ‘Look. … Gone your guilt, Your sins wiped out.’ And then I heard the voice of the Master: ‘Whom shall I send? Who will go for us?’ I spoke up, ‘I’ll go. Send me!’” (verse 7b, 8)
The words begin connecting dots in my heart. Papa God is writing my story! But it’s bigger than me. I see it is for others, too. I haven’t been on my own! He’s found me! He picks me up and carries me to His table. I don’t have to do anything but let Him. He is more than a spectator.
“Who will go for me?” Jedidiah reads, and my hand shoots up.
“Yes, send me!” I feel exposed, but for the first time, I don’t hurt.
When I leave church, I know I have heard God’s voice deep in the center of me. He fought for me there. He set a table for me there. He fed me there.
It is a safe place.
Papa God, I’m thankful there’s more to life with You than a simple sinner’s prayer or walking down an aisle. Let Your Word be my map, leading me to Your heart. Remake me into Your beautiful daughter. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
Proverbs 31 Ministries
Tiffini Kilgore
TRUTH FOR TODAY
Deuteronomy 8:3b, “Man does not live on bread alone but on every word that comes from the mouth of the LORD.” (NIV)
Psalm 34:8, “Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in him.” (NIV)
Devotion
What a beautifully written devotion today! Are you hungering for more today? Have a Wonderful Wednesday!
“A Hunger to Know God More”
“He touched my mouth … and said, ‘Look. … Gone your guilt, Your sins wiped out.’ And then I heard the voice of the Master: ‘Whom shall I send? Who will go for us?’ I spoke up, ‘I’ll go. Send me!’” Isaiah 6:7b, 8 (MSG)
I’ve spent all my life hungry.
But now there’s a different hunger to take in the Word of God.
This is how I remember it beginning …
I notice it when a new youth pastor preaches from the old book, and then more as I go through a Bible study and find these words coming alive, breadcrumbs leading someplace bright.
I find I want more. I find spending time with His words leads me to God Himself. The words are more than words, though. Slowly, His words bleed into my heart, then out from my heart, into my everyday, ordinary life.
I begin — not even consciously — hungering for things I never did before. Without trying.
Instead of waking up to get the kids and me ready, do housework or start dinner, I want to learn what God is like. Who He is. I want to talk to Him, and I want Him to talk to me. So I make time for that by getting up before everyone else.
New life intersects for me in this small rural town, where God’s words find me, and I awake to them. It’s like coming out of anesthesia, rising after a long sleep.
It doesn’t take long to sense my taste buds changing. I don’t want the comforts I wanted before; now I crave those words that fill me in a way I’d not known was possible.
My thought patterns begin to change as well. I rearrange my life to position my cold heart next to God’s campfire. I suddenly see habits I knew God was gently calling me away from. Slowly, He begins melting my heart, changing me from the inside out. It isn’t anything drastic all at one time. Rather, it’s slow interior work, invisible work.
We all want outward, immediate change. But this is gradual work on the inside, sacred work. I can feel it taking root, and soon others start to see it, too.
The pastor asks me to help teach a single women’s Sunday School class. I begin to harbor a love of studying the Bible and sparking this love in others.
I love seeing women’s eyes light up when God shows them something they hadn’t seen before. I love letting them know how much He loves them. They’re all kinds of single women. Divorced, mostly. Some have little children, some have grown children, and one is a war veteran who lives her life in a wheelchair. All of us are hungry for holy words.
When I read, eat and act on words from the Bible, they go down deep into my insides, penetrating my surface superficiality, my negative narratives, all the way down to the deepest dark, secret places.
Reading the Bible, the words burn deep inside me. They alleviate the ache. When I read the Bible and talk to God, I don’t want to play it safe. Something in me wants to come out and do something brave, and it scares me.
Sitting in my usual row at church, I feel like I’m pulling up a chair to the best meal I’ve ever had. Pastor Jedidiah, our youth pastor, opens Isaiah 6 and simply reads word for word:
“He touched my mouth … and said, ‘Look. … Gone your guilt, Your sins wiped out.’ And then I heard the voice of the Master: ‘Whom shall I send? Who will go for us?’ I spoke up, ‘I’ll go. Send me!’” (verse 7b, 8)
The words begin connecting dots in my heart. Papa God is writing my story! But it’s bigger than me. I see it is for others, too. I haven’t been on my own! He’s found me! He picks me up and carries me to His table. I don’t have to do anything but let Him. He is more than a spectator.
“Who will go for me?” Jedidiah reads, and my hand shoots up.
“Yes, send me!” I feel exposed, but for the first time, I don’t hurt.
When I leave church, I know I have heard God’s voice deep in the center of me. He fought for me there. He set a table for me there. He fed me there.
It is a safe place.
Papa God, I’m thankful there’s more to life with You than a simple sinner’s prayer or walking down an aisle. Let Your Word be my map, leading me to Your heart. Remake me into Your beautiful daughter. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
Proverbs 31 Ministries
Tiffini Kilgore
TRUTH FOR TODAY
Deuteronomy 8:3b, “Man does not live on bread alone but on every word that comes from the mouth of the LORD.” (NIV)
Psalm 34:8, “Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in him.” (NIV)
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