Thursday, July 17, 2014

Just ask me... I'm as ODD as a tree in the desert



"I will put in the wilderness the cedar...."

When will people see more than “just a little girl”, more than someone that stands shorter than them, or someone that doesn’t look her age… when?! I sat in my quiet office today asking the Lord these questions; my heart aching at the reality that is my life. Most often when I meet new people I pretend that they don’t notice my stature. That maybe they are thinking “I want to be her best friend” or maybe “I like her fashion sense.” However, today I was hit with the harsh truth that sometimes people do see my height first and wonder “why?” Just writing that question sends a jolt of pain to a bruised spot in my heart. I sat in my office, my emotions feeling the same color as the blue walls that seemed to be closing in on me, and I asked the Lord those questions. His response, as always is never what I predict. He said in my spirit, “When will you see more than just the earthly, the circumstances, and the lack? When will you see through my eyes, Betsy? When will you see the real question?”

“Lord, no offense but that’s not my question. This is about other people… not me. This is about what they see!” His sweet persistent voice filled my heart, speaking the words I didn’t want to hear “No, this is about you, this is about what you see. I want you to see through my eyes Betsy not yours. Don’t worry about them, focus on your own vision, on what you see.” As I sat pondering these words, my mind went back to a lunch conversation I had with a precious wise friend. She said to me “if the offended question points back to Jesus isn’t it for a greater purpose, the very purpose of life.” That they may SEE and know that the hand of the Lord has done this.

“I will put in the wilderness the cedar, 
the acacia the myrtle and the olive. 
I will set in the desert the cypress, the plane and the pine together, that they may see and know, 
may consider and understand together, 
that the hand of the Lord has done this, the Holy One of Israel has created it.”
                                                               ~Isaiah 41:19-20


This world is broken and the desert is real. Sin rules this world and with that comes sickness, death, brokenness, and sorrow. Yet, in the midst of the desert the Lord says He will provide shade and a sweet smelling aroma. Only the Creator God, if He wills, can grow a tree in the desert. A tree that points a finger back to the Holy One of Israel. A tree that stands tall, sends out an aroma of sweetness, and provides shade. If I saw a tree standing in the midst of the desert I think I would ask why. Not out of offense to its Creator but out of curiosity. A tree shouldn’t live in the parched dry land but if God plants it the tree will live. God makes dead things come alive and takes the stench of sin and cleanses it with the aroma of His son’s blood. He takes the deserts of life and plants His people in the midst of it. "He makes the barren places fruitful" (Guzik). Our pain, our brokenness, and our lack when placed in the Gardener's hands can be the very shade a weary broken traveler needs. It can be the very aroma that draws someone sick of the stench of sin. It can be the very life giving fruit that fills the empty. 

Through the world's eyes you and I shouldn’t have joy or sweetness in our desert but we do. Why? Because the Holy One of Israel. It’s as odd to a bitter hurting soul as seeing a tree flourish in the desert. May they ask… may they always ask because I finally SEE that they will never know the fruit born out of the barren land if they never ask. He has filled me with the fruit of His word, given me shade, spread His sweet aroma over the stench of pain, and brought color to the blandest of daysSweet friends, the Holy One has a purpose in the painful questions and the barren places. “They will SEE and know that the hand of the Lord has done this." His sweet aroma, His shade, and the height of His love provided fruit in the most barren of places and that my friends is not of this world... The HOLY ONE OF ISRAEL DOES THAT! 

He's BIG and I'm little

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Build Your Boat

"It was by faith that Noah built a large boat to save his family from the flood. He obeyed God, who warned him about things that had never happened before. By his faith Noah condemned the rest of the world, and he received the righteousness that comes by faith." Hebrews 11:7



I hate the rain! My jeans are always drenched, my hair is a frizzy mess, my little body could easily be carried away by a puddle, and my tiny car is temperamental when it hits the wet pavement. Not to mention that my umbrella never matches and they never make "adult" looking rain jackets in my size. I am probably the only 26 year old in America that frantically searches through Dora the Explorer and Sophia the Princess jackets. TJ Maxx just give me a plain jane jacket... help a girl out! With all that being said, I clearly prefer the sun to clouds any day. This week it has rained, rained, and rained some more. Did I mention I hate the rain. Well I do! This morning however as the sun broke through and the clouds fled I thought about the rain and I thought about Noah. 

Genesis 6 says "Noah was a righteous man, blameless among the people of his time, and he walked faithfully with God. Noah had three sons: Shem, Ham and Japheth. Now the earth was corrupt in God’s sight and was full of violence. God saw how corrupt the earth had become, for all the people on earth had corrupted their ways. So God said to Noah, “I am going to put an end to all people, for the earth is filled with violence because of them. I am surely going to destroy both them and the earth.  So make yourself an ark of cypress wood... I am going to bring floodwaters on the earth to destroy all life under the heavens, every creature that has the breath of life in it. Everything on earth will perish. But I will establish my covenant with you, and you will enter the ark—you and your sons and your wife and your sons’ wives with you. You are to bring into the ark two of all living creatures, male and female, to keep them alive with you. Two of every kind of bird, of every kind of animal and of every kind of creature that moves along the ground will come to you to be kept alive. You are to take every kind of food that is to be eaten and store it away as food for you and for them.” Noah did everything just as God commanded him." 

Can you imagine a life without rain, clouds, mud puddles, and frizzy hair? Well, Noah couldn't imagine a life with all of those things. There had never been a cloudy rainy day. Water falling from the sky... no such thing! The Lord came to Noah and said "BUILD an ark because I will destroy the earth with floodwaters." Hold please... if I was Noah I think I would have said "Can't you just drop an Ark from the sky when you bring forth the waters? Why do I have to build it when you could just create it? I don't want to seem crazy or look stupid building a boat if you never bring the water?" Instead, it says in verse 22 " Noah DID EVERYTHING just as GOD COMMANDED!" He obeyed in faith without ever seeing a drop of rain! Imagine yourself as Noah, waking up every morning; building tools in hand passing by the scoffers and those that called you crazy. The only drops of water felt was the sweat dripping from your forehead, looking up to see the sun mocking you, and yet faithfully continuing to build day after day. He heard the word of the Lord and He obeyed.

No, you and I have never had to build a boat when there was no such thing as rain, but let me ask this... Have you heard the Lord speak to your heart about things in your life that have never happened before? Has the Lord planted a dream in your heart that seems wildly crazy and far fetched? Has the Lord claimed victory in your life when the battle is still raging? Has the Lord asked you to step out in faith when the foundation seems shaky? Has the Lord asked you to take your tools in obedience and build something in your life you have never built before? Ever had scoffers? Ever experienced sweat, blood, and tears in the place of fulfillment? Well sweet friends I think maybe God is just calling us to BUILD... BUILD OUR ARK! Noah built it because God asked him too! God said it and Noah did it... let me say this again... WHEN THERE WAS NO SUCH THING AS RAIN! God could have dropped an Ark from the sky but He wanted to stretch, strip, and strengthen Noah. He wanted his faith to grow. Because, the character and faith of a person is always more important than the fulfillment of the promise. The promise will destroy you without the character there to sustain you (thank you Christine Caine for that truth). Just because you don’t see it or see others have it does not mean your dream is dead or what you heard from the Lord is wrong. HE IS FAITHFUL and He doesn’t call not too fulfill, He doesn’t bring you forth to desert you, He doesn’t equip and prepare and then not provide. BUILD YOUR BOAT friends because the RAINS ARE COMING!!!!

He's BIG (calling me to BUILD), and I'm little (building in faith),
~Bets
betsbol@gmail.com

Thursday, December 12, 2013

The fight of femininity


I am a woman! I know I am stating the obvious….but hear me out. I love being a woman.  I love that I can be gentle and strong, beautiful and rugged, produce life and foster it. Being a woman is a beautiful thing. I will say it again...I love being a woman but I hate what we have become. My fear is that we are losing the very beauty of womanhood. We want to be heard, seen, and known. We want to have a say in the world and an impact on our generation. I want that as well, but not the way we have gone about getting it and in no way what we have become because of it. I was reading an article this morning called the 28 Most Iconic Feminist Moments of 2013 and there were a few moments that I thought "good for us! Way to go!" We need to stop the abuse and sexual degradation of women. I agree 100% with that, but the majority of the article just made me sick to my stomach. We congratulate a woman for standing for hours to defend the murder of innocent life; the life that God has so graciously given us the opportunity to bring into the world. All for the sake of "women's rights". We blame men for the problems of the world and put our sex on a pedestal all for the sake of "being equal". Really equal? It's not equal if you have to bash men to do it! We instagram a picture of a woman dressed like a private part. Is this real? We call this Feminism? This is what we want little girls of the world to look up to? Forget tea parties and dressing up like Princesses for Halloween! How our Creator's heart must be broken at the way we have skewed the beauty and character of women!

In our quest to have our sex valued we ourselves have devalued womanhood. Yes, I want to vote! Yes, I work and make a living to support myself! Yes, I want to be seen as an integral part of society! However, I don't have to lose all the beauty of my femininity to do it. When did we start viewing one of these pictures as "wrong"? 





















Why can't they both be right? Proverbs 31 paints that very picture. "She finds wool and flax and busily spins it. She is like a merchant’s ship, bringing her food from afar. She gets up before dawn to prepare breakfast for her household and plan the day’s work for her servant girls. She goes to inspect a field and buys it; with her earnings she plants a vineyard. She is energetic and strong, a hard worker. She makes sure her dealings are profitable; her lamp burns late into the night. Her hands are busy spinning thread, her fingers twisting fiber. She extends a helping hand to the poor and opens her arms to the needy. She has no fear of winter for her household, for everyone has warm clothes. She makes her own bedspreads. She dresses in fine linen and purple gowns. Her husband is well known at the city gates, where he sits with the other civic leaders. She makes belted linen garments and sashes to sell to the merchants. She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future. When she speaks, her words are wise, and she gives instructions with kindness. She carefully watches everything in her household and suffers nothing from laziness. Her children stand and bless her. Her husband praises her: “There are many virtuous and capable women in the world, but you surpass them all!” Charm is deceptive, and beauty does not last; but a woman who fears the Lord will be greatly praised. Reward her for all she has done. Let her deeds publicly declare her praise." Sounds like both to me!! 

When did submission, motherhood, modesty, housework, purity, and allowing men to be men become "un-feminine"? When did dressing up like a private part, caring more about your sex life than life in general, and bashing men become feminine? Hear me out! I am not saying we need to be weak women who never speak our minds or not take Wall Street by force. Gracious read Proverbs 31 again! She was busy buying fields...boom! What I am saying is that Feminism can't truly be feminism if it strips away part of what is beautiful and wonderful about being a woman. Call me old- fashioned if you want, but I miss the movies where men were warriors and women were totally ok with that. I don't remember ever thinking Cinderella, Snow White, or Belle were weak useless women? They were strong women who rose above their circumstances, worked, embraced their femininity, and had nice looking warriors willing to risk life and limb for them.  Sorry (but I'm not sorry) that doesn't upset me. I miss the days when men held open doors, protected a women's purity, and pursued the heart of a woman. Maybe those days never existed but never the less I pray for them. I want my little niece and some day prayerfully my own little girls to embrace their womanhood. To feel honored that as a woman they can kiss away a boo-boo, find the cure for cancer, be a missionary, build a business from the ground up, hold their sweet baby after hours of labor, beautifully submit to a husband that cherishes them, and pass on the truth that true femininity is a woman that "fears the Lord". May they know the Creator who knitted them together to become women of virtue, value, and valor. May they never feel they have to buy, sell, conquer, or become something they aren't to be a "woman"! 

Nancy Demoss said it best in her book Lies Women Believe and the Truth That Sets Them Free "Do you know who you are? God made you a woman. Accept His gift. Don't be afraid to be feminine and to add physical and spiritual loveliness to the setting where He has placed you. You are a child of God. You are a part of the bride of Christ. You belong to the King--you are royalty. Dress and conduct yourself in a way that reflects your high and holy calling. God has called you out of this world's system--don't let the world press you into its mold. Don't think, dress, or act like the world; inwardly and outwardly, let others see the difference He makes in your life." 

That, my sweet girlfriends, is FEMININE!!! 



Friday, November 15, 2013

Bearing His Armor...


 "Jonathan said to his young armor-bearer, “Come, let’s go over to the outpost of those uncircumcised men. Perhaps the Lord will act in our behalf. Nothing can hinder the Lord from saving, whether by many or by few.”“Do all that you have in mind,” his armor-bearer said. “Go ahead; I am with you heart and soul.”  Samuel 14:6-7

"Jonathan climbed up, using his hands and feet, with his armor-bearer right behind him. The Philistines fell before Jonathan, and his armor-bearer followed and killed behind him." 1 Samuel 14:13

 Jonathan and his armor-bearer traveled at least 3 miles with a cliff on each side of their trail (makes me want to cry. I hate heights. No short jokes please haha!) to face an army that far outnumbered them with no real certainty that they would defeat the enemy. CRAZY!! I am blown away by the faith of Jonathan. He knew that God was still God and God was still good even if He chose not to act on the Israelites behalf. He was completely confident that God's power was not contingent on their strength or their numbers! He knew God was bigger than any enemy, any battle, and any uncertainty. He knew that victory would only come by the hand of God but he had to obediently enter the battle. When I read this passage of Scripture I wonder what my response would be if I was Jonathan's armor-bearer? Like seriously dude, you dragged me along to enter a camp full of huge beasts...umm in the words of Ice Age "no thanks! I choose life!" I think I would tell him to carry his own armor. Terrible I know! Yet, his armor-bearer, in an act of complete faith responds "Go ahead; I am with you heart and soul!" Seriously... I would need a little more confidence before making that statement if I was him. "Oh, you're not 100% certain we won't be mutilated? I don't think I am with you heart and soul. I prefer to keep my heart safe but thanks for the offer.

Sometimes I catch myself stopping at the crest of my spiritual battle shaking in my armor. I want to renege on Christ's offer to follow Him into battle. I only want to go where it's "safe". If God can't promise me a white picket fence with Tim Tebow, children, and a job that pays the bills on the other side, I just can't go. Beth Moore said "We are God's present armor-bearers." He has called you and I to fight behind Him in the battle, but when the battle comes I want to run in the other direction. When I see the enemy taunting me I want to go back to safety. "Perhaps" isn't good enough for me. I need to know that it's going to all be alright or I don't want to go! Are you that way too?

Can we really call ourselves armor-bearers if we don't actually make it to the battlefield? David Platt said in his book Radical “Radical obedience to Christ is not easy... It's not comfort, not health, not wealth, and not prosperity in this world. Radical obedience to Christ risks losing all these things. But in the end, such risk finds its reward in Christ. And he is more than enough for us.” My prayer is to be the armor-bearer with radical faith following behind Him and proclaiming with complete confidence "Do ALL that you have in mind. Go ahead; I am with you heart and soul!" Because I know that I have Jesus and He is more than enough!

He's Big (leading me to Battle) and I'm Little (bearing HIS armor),
~Bets
betsbol@gmail.com


Monday, July 22, 2013

Penning The Pages For a Purpose





There is nothing I love more than a good ending! Whether it is a movie or a book. I'm a nerd so it's usually a book! It's so awesome when you heave a great sigh of satisfaction as the credits roll or the book is closed. I love knowing that everything has come together and all the junk that took place was somehow part of the plan my finite mind couldn't fathom. Yet, the journey to that great ending is more often than not full of tears or groans of frustration. I hate waiting for the ending!. I always find myself immersed in a great book anxious to surpass all the trials and stressful moments found on the pages. I can only get to the ending by enduring the journey...unless I peak.  I struggle not flipping to the last page so that I can end the anxiety of the unknown. I won't lie to you I am that girl that has done that on occasion. I know...I am a book ruin-er but sometimes my fragile nerves just can't take it! But when I do that, I have a totally different perspective of the characters and their lives then I did when I was just as clueless as they were. I know the ending...I know it will all come together but I still feel like I am experiencing the pain right along with them. It doesn't change the tears I cried for them (and yes I cry in books and movies all the time) or the hurt I felt in the midst of their heartache. It does however change how I react to the hurts. I don't cry as someone hopeless. I know at the last page or when the credits roll I will heave a sigh of relief because I knew all along what was going on! I knew it would come together to create a beautiful finale. Sometimes when I read the difficult pages I want to scream "just wait...just wait! You have no idea the awesome chapter ahead for you!"

I can't help but think that this is probably how God is with the story of our lives. Psalm 139: 16 says "Your eyes saw me when I was formless; all my days were WRITTEN in Your book and PLANNED before a single one of them began." HE has written and planned the book of our lives from day one. He knows every chapter, every page, every word. I imagine He felt sadness the day Ruth lost her husband and followed her mother-in-law into a world unlike her own. Yet He knew her story was not done! Her kinsman redeemer was coming! His tears crinkle the pages of our story, whether they are tears of laughter or heartache. But I take comfort in knowing that as His tears fall for the pain we have faced, He is anxiously writing and saying "just wait...you have no idea what I have in store for you!" He knows the moment is coming when the "nice guy" loses his dream girl to a total jerk. He feels the pain of the husband and wife that learn on page 100 they can not conceive a child. But He knows that joy is coming! He knows that a sweet baby, once abandoned, will be adored by those same parents in just a few chapters. He will smile because a new chapter is coming when the nice guy's life is sovereignly orchestrated to create the romance he has longed for. The author of our lives has not put down the pen or flipped forward to the pages of our earthly ending (eternal beginning...woot woot) in anxiety. No, He is graciously and sometimes painfully penning the pages of brokenness, heartache, joy, and laughter to reach the ending we so long for...the moment we see, as He has all along, how all the chapters fit together to pen a book only a good and gracious Author could write!


He's (a) BIG (awesome Author) and I'm (a) little (character),
   ~Bets
betsbol@gmail.com

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Flapping and floundering or flying to freedom!



I was running on fumes and could barely keep my eyes open. It had been a long day and I had very little sleep the night before. Needless to say I was quite out of it. I probably couldn't have found my way out of my own room I was so tired. I crawled into my warm bed half asleep and was hoping the rain would start to pour. Instead of hearing the rain through my open screen-less window (we have two extra screens...not sure why I haven't put them in my windows yet) I heard a flapping noise. I was so tired that the noise, although annoying, wasn't enough to pull me out of my sleepy state. After about 10 minutes I took pity on the poor moth that must have flown into my room. I got up and turned the light on to search for the bug and set him free. Only the noise stopped and I couldn't seem to locate the little booger in my comatose condition. I crawled back into my bed and there it went again...that blasted flapping noise. Before I even thought about getting back up I entered the best sleep I have had in ages. This morning before I even opened my eyes and my alarm could go off I was awakened by none other than...the flapping noise! Only this time it sounded louder, somewhat more desperate, and somewhat familiar. I hopped out of bed, saw my reflection in the mirror and thought surely this bug will see me and quickly fly out the window! 

What I found took me back to five years ago... there on my window sill sitting in front of my two closed windows next to my open window was a familiar sight, none other than a bird!! Yep, back in college a bird had flown into my open window at Liberty ( hid under my covers in terror until it flew out). Birds must really love me...it's not mutual! Dejavu! I looked for bird poop on my beloved Elvis poster. Thankfully this bird respected Elvis enough not to deface him like the other bird had. I felt so bad for the little guy that had flapped all night in my room searching for a way to get out. I watched as he flapped his wings and smacked into the closed window. Then he turned and flew around the four walls of my room in total confusion. He perched himself back onto the window sill. I can only imagine how discouraged he must have felt knowing he found his way in but could not find his way out. There I stood a hot mess holding the blinds up and shooing him out the open window. He was sitting there staring at freedom and kept flying around his prison. In my head I am thinking "hey birdie freedom is right in front of you! Why do you keep flying into the closed window and around the walls holding you in!" It may have only been a few minutes but it felt like ages considering I was so nervous thinking that bird would poop or take residence on my head since it appeared much like a nest he would call home. Finally, he flapped his wings and flew out the open window into freedom.

I crawled back into my warm bed laughing at the coincidence that no matter where I live my room seems to be a magnet for birds. As I lay there I felt the Lord say to me "Betsy, this is more than just bird dejavu. This is life dejavu. You can be that bird!" I get lost and confused in my circumstances and spend my days flapping my wings seeking freedom. I find my way into a bad attitude or circumstances the Lord never desired for me to find and I seek to find a way out alone without His help and guidance. I fly around my prison walls, hit the closed windows, and sulk on the window sill seeking answers and freedom. All the while Jesus is there holding back the blinds whispering the way to His open window... shooing me to freedom. I have convinced myself that the closed window should be open and perch myself on the prison's window sill."

Habukkuk 2:1 says "I will stand on my guard post and station myself on the rampart; and I will keep watch to see what He will speak to me." A rampart in the Bible was a secured spot of safety. If that sweet lost bird had been sitting on the window sill (rampart) when I got up the first time I could have lifted the blinds and cleared his confusion. He could have found freedom much earlier. Yet, he was silent. How often do we sit in our bad attitudes, our confusion, and our four walls of prison in discouraged silence not expecting God to speak words of hope and direct us to freedom? If we would stand in the secured safety of the one in charge we would flap our wings and fly to freedom! Galatians 5:1 says "It is for FREEDOM Christ has set you free. Stand firm then and do not let yourselves be burdened by a yoke of slavery." Isaiah 40:31 says "those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength and they fly on WINGS LIKE EAGLES!" Christ stands holding the blinds of slavery away from us with His nail scarred hands whispering words of hope and love into our prison  asking us to remove the yoke of slavery and to fly harder and faster like that of an eagle into the freedom He has freely provided.

Sweet Jesus, today I will choose to watch and wait for you to open the window of freedom. I will stop flying around my circumstances but instead I will flap my wings like an eagles and fly away from my prison into freedom like never before.

Praying we stop flapping and floundering but instead fly to freedom!

He's Big (shooing me to freedom) and I'm little (flying to freedom),
 Bets
betsbol@gmail.com

Friday, March 29, 2013

3 of the most beautiful words




There is nothing I love more than a good road trip. Even if it is by myself. I grab some good road snacks, ya know the healthy stuff (white cheddar cheese popcorn, cherry coke, and cheddar chex mix), get my jams ready so I can ya know JAM, and a good sermon or two on the IPhone. After I get my shades on, my booster seat adjusted (yep that's real) and my seat belt buckled I hit the road jack. Last Monday was no different. I was super excited to travel to Kentucky to see a precious friend and speak at the ministry that she is faithfully involved in. My road trip, since it was in God's will, should have been filled with sunshine, jams, and sing-alongs. Ummm... incorrect! I was having my own private concert jamming to some tunes on the interstate when the torrential rain started. The freak out mode, that I am more often than not successful at keeping stuffed inside, came out with a vengeance. Tears, difficulty breathing, and irrational fear are all included in that mode. I am not the best driver in the most wonderful conditions. When you add crazy rain to an already crazy girl the combo does not mix well. I started to hydroplane and as Carrie Underwood (who I just saw in concert...be jealous and then repent) so beautifully sang "Jesus take the wheel!" I felt completely out of control and terrified. I started to freak and pray saying "God, I am trying to do YOUR will! I am traveling to share YOUR truth. You are creator and the maker of the clouds and the rain. I KNOW you CAN remove this and bring the sunshine." For two hours of fear, frustration, and hydroplaning I prayed this. I felt my frustration brewing because I knew that God, in His sovereignity was choosing not to remove the rain and the clouds. But why???


You see, I know that life isn't always perfect but in the recesses of my mind I realized that I expect no clouds or torrential rain to come when I am following God's will. Ridiculous I know! That is not a promise from God. Just look at Jesus. Luke 22:41-42 says "He was withdrawn
from them about a stone’s throw, and He knelt down and prayed, saying, “Father, if it is Your will, take this cup away from Me; nevertheless not My will, but Yours, be done.” Please know that in no way am I comparing my scary road trip to Jesus' circumstances the night before He was crucified. That would be crazy stupid! However, as I ponder over the incredible event I am ashamed at my actions over a silly rain storm. Jesus did not try to guilt God into removing the storm set before Him! He openly claimed His desire to be removed from it yet completely humbled Himself to walk through the storm for the purpose of fulfilling His father's will. What a shot to the heart this passage was for me (in a good way!) The path of God's will is not always good music, sunshine, and sweet times. Yet, the path of "not my will, but YOURS LORD" is always good. Without fail the world changes, a heart changes, an attitude changes, and the future changes!


 Our great God had the power to come down and wipe Jesus' bloody tears from His face. He had the power to send angels down and remove His only son from the cross. He had the power to stretch His arms down and carry His son away from the weight of sin. Last Monday He had the power to remove the clouds. He had the power to remove Sacralageneis from my little body 25 years ago. He has the power to change your circumstances and remove all the hurt and struggles that you are walking through. Why won't He? In His great goodness (no not a typo) and sovereignty He has chosen not to. Because maybe He wants our world to change, our hearts to change, our attitudes to change, and our future to change. He knows the story He is writing, we only see the current page full of storms and clouds. Without the storm of sacralagenesis I would not be traveling, writing, or speaking....or traveling through the storm last week. When put into perspective I would walk the storm again! He loved me too much NOT to allow me to walk through the storms! He loves you too much NOT to allow you to walk through the storms! He loved us too much NOT to allow Jesus to walk through it. So today as we celebrate GOOD Friday let us be so thankful that Jesus did not resist the affliction! Let us follow in His footsteps as the clouds cover and the rain falls crying out "not my will, but yours Lord be done!" For one day soon we will understand why He did not remove the clouds and the rain and we will be thankful the thunder kept rolling and the rain kept pouring. But for now we will cling to the example set by the Savior who said "not my will..."

He's Big and I'm Little!
 ~Bets
betsbol@gmail.com