The NEW Adam Restores

  

You do not desire a sacrifice or I would offer one.

You do not want a burnt offering.

The sacrifice you desire is a broken spirit.

You will not reject a broken and repentant heart, O God.

                                                              --Psalm 51:16 & 17

At the breakfast table, Tay has realized she enjoys scrambled eggs more than eggs with yolk, while V is ritualistic with her two eggs with yolk.  I sit with my triple shot Americano, splash of HWC and eggs.  I open up the yellow book.  We know it as the Jesus Storybook Bible. 

We finished reading from the beginning to the end in the Fall, and I recently picked it back up.  Just days before Ash Wednesday, we read of Eve believing the serpent's lies and falling prey to facade of glory he would offer her.  The girls asking questions about the fruit, the snake, why they would have to leave the garden, and the sadness in God's heart.  

I picture paradise torn in half that day as God's tears turned from weeping into sobbing.  I liken it to the day I would lose our third baby, hoping that this hope hadn't turned into a nightmare.  Yet, God's sobs weren't just on his beautiful children leaving him, but knowing full well of what would happen to his Son.  

Thursday following Ash Wednesday, we skipped forward to Jesus being tempted in the desert.  

The girls would find that sneaky, deceptive snake like days before.  Although, they would find a NEW Adam, who wouldn't believe the lie.  A NEW Adam who would obey God & trust his infinite love.  A NEW Adam who would squash that deceiver & bring about salvation.  

 

Lenten bringing new birth is happening in the corners, trinkets & springs of my home.  A soft, warm embrace from one little sister to her big sister, because she endured eye drops at the ophthalmologist.  Marriage romancing through serving & conversing, nothing fanciful.  But more than anything, the Spirit breathing new life, new conviction, new love towards a Savior who is truly the NEW Adam.  

 

I've been captured.  I'm falling in love again & again with a Redeemer who has rescued his beautiful bride.  I believe in the beauty of his bride, even if it appears hopeless at times.  I'm encouraged by friends like Suzannah who sees this beauty as well.  Seeing the beauty together makes living out Isaiah 58 more desirable & even easier, because it's driven by love & not duty.  

 

 

Foundations: God is a Writer

 

Journaling is good to recall upon, and hopefully be encouraged by the words once written.  I hope these encourage the writer & storyteller in you.  Share your story!

Excerpts from a year ago:

We write because it shines God's glory into life.  When we kkep our story to ourselves, we are robbing the world of a shining hope.

*Believe your story is important enough to tell.

*We do not write for comments, but for the unseen world unfolding.

*We tell our story, in order to give a voice to the current mute.

     ---it's like talking to our babies, we speak so that they would speak

 

We listen--we stop telling to give value to someone else's stories

     ---we make them human

 

Attraction to the quiet--I want to know their know their story.  

     ---extroverts pay mind to this when encountering introverts

 

We are the letters that God is writing to those who seek him.

 

If I couldn't fail.

     ---I would teach a storyteller class.  Telling Your Story.

 

Personal Stories:  Do your stories breathe life?

 

When you tell a story--it's important to know the dynamics of a story.

 

Ask questions. Discovering your story. Listen. Tell Your Story.

 

Cultivating the Hearts of the Young

  

There I was with the sun shining in on me. Buckled in the green Ford next to my dad, while the truck bed was filled with gifts. Driving along the interstate until we encroached upon our exit. The little town was not like ones I had been to before. It was run down & a bit dirty. Kids holding up their box of colors, urging passerbyers for their need of Chicklets. Young & old, all there waging to be heard.

We eased our way between filthy white booths as my dad spoke, "Hola..." and trailed off with his bilingual tongue. On our way down the "strip" in this small Mexican town, Algondones, we took the first right.  The paved street would quickly become a dirt road making me feel like "we weren't in AZ anymore."

My little seven year old heart took it all in. Vendors impeding the sidewalks with their merchandise. The meat being shaved off for tacos, beautiful off-white tablecloths kissed with blue or pink flowers. I looked through the window into their eyes wondering, "Where did they live?," "Did they have kids like me?," "Would they have enough money to feed their family?"

 

I've been told by my mom, that when Jim Tucker (the missionary from Mexico) came to church to talk about the needs of the Mexican children, my little heart would be tugged. I went home with a sense of urgency; as I began putting all my toys into a box.  Desperately I told my mom, "Here, they can have my bed," which was my most beloved of treasures. Strawberry Shortcake canopy bed.

 

Not too long, I found us at the little white building--Iglesia. My bold little body felt timid. My language different, my skin different, but I spotted a girl. Kids know that skin & language are minor barriers to friendship. Shy at first, but laughter ensued.

My dad greeted the pastor. I was always intrigued with my dad's ability to flow with such ease between English & Spanish. He opened the bed door & there were boxes upon boxes of toys & clothes. When the little girl saw all of it, it's what you imagine Christmas morning should look like. When the pastor saw it, his eyes spoke in pre-Babal words. Gratitude & blessed.

This little seven year old heart had been filled. I realized a secret that day, which would continue to haunt my soul. When we make room to give, we are actually the ones who get to receive.

 

...And that whispering secret has been haunting me again & I invite you to join me in a series I plan to unfold in the next coming days.

 

One Year Ago: Beet, Fennel & Avocado Salad

Two Years Ago: Superlative Chocolate Chip Cookies &   Cabbage-Apple Salad