May your name be kept holy.

may your name be kept holy

I've been reading in the book of Matthew. Taking a chunk at a time, as chapters are broken up into stories of Jesus' life. Last week I was pressed to get on my knees and ask Jesus to show me the way he will provide for us as a family, as a church. I opened my Bible reading the chapter I was on. Chapter 6 in the book of Matthew.

There Jesus and I shared many things together.

Jesus overwhelmed me right then and there with the truth that our Father in Heaven sees us. He sees us and he cares. The Lord's Prayer was scripted into chapter 6. As I read over it a few times, I was reminded of the simplicity of needing to be provided for. I realized that I had not memorized this passage since I was a little kid. I want this etched into my heart. Jesus taught us to pray this way, so I want to be refreshed in the way He taught us to pray. As I spoke the words written in my Bible, I was reminded of how incredibly well Jesus provides for us. I was overwhelmed with the truth that He loves us, He sees us, and He cares for us.

He sees you. He loves you. He cares for you. And He wants to provide for you. This isn't some cliche saying, I am not typing this just to type it. It's real. Very, very real.

cozy couch + coffee
my morning spot.

He is such a good Dad. He is honoring to His children. He meets our deepest needs of loneliness, despair, hunger, thirst, deep hurt. His way of life is full of freedom, if we want it. He offers us value and worth beyond all reason. He offers hope. This life on earth is simply transitory; He is preparing a place of indescribable freedom.

>>One time a man in our church family borrowed my precious Toyota Tercel and switched out my ruined transmission for an un-ruined one. Freely, offering a way better car than before he "borrowed it." I felt I owed this man, I felt he deserved to be praised, to let the world know that his generosity and love made no sense but it. was. awesome. And I was so moved.

>>I have had many hospital visits and stays in my life. Some nurses are amazing while some are not, and let's be real: humans are humans. But can I tell you something? I remember this particular nurse. Julie. She was such a gem. She would go out of her way to make it known that I was going to be cared for and loved the best she could. She was so gentle and kind. I left that hospital praising her. I wrote her a thank you letter. I told people about her for months; in my heart, she needed to be praised.

A Man (Jesus) who brings us freedom and offers a life of peace that makes no sense and rescues us from our darkest nights deserves our highest praise. Our Dad is the best Dad. His name is made to be kept holy. He is set apart. He is not like any other.

Our Father in heaven, may your name be kept holy.

I want to keep my Father's name Holy. I want to keep the Lords name set apart. When I hear his name and speak his name, I want it to be kept holy. When I speak His words of love to His children, I want everyone to know that His name is Holy.

I don't want to throw His name around like it's no big deal.

What if we start with this?

-Pausing more throughout our day, thinking on His greatness. -Beginning our prayers by honoring and admiring Him more. -Remembering who we are communing with: Creator, Redeemer, Refuge, Savior, Prince of Peace..all-knowing. These truths brings me so much confidence in knowing He is Wisdom itself. He is all those things and He offers us those things. -Writing this on my chalk board to be reminded of this very beautiful verse. Join me?

My Father in heaven, may your name be kept holy.

memorizing the lords prayer

"Choosing to Create Pain in the Hopes to Gain.."

BrokenBroken is this world I call home the only place I've really known. Where my family raised me from child to full grown. Broken and a constant battle pain rattling in my heart as I am pushed off my saddle reminded that on one another they tattle, to me. Each pained and hurt by the other for some reason or another they slander each other, calling me to explain their sides while I sit in the middle, trying not to cry, keeping each of their thoughts about one another inside of me how can I guide them to become unified? I would love to continue to provide a safe place for them to confide but if I am honest, I am merely a human whose heart is being pried.

Dear ones, Your hearts are so precious & as you slander it depresses me. I won't even pretend to imagine the bend the Father's heart is in, bringing Him grief as you allow the thief to steal any love that was once there, or so I believe.

I love them each deeper than my words will ever reach but their various needs, I simply cannot meet.

Human am I fickle & weak, while their anger towards each other is all they choose to see. Who is to blame for this and for that while we're at it, let's throw names with a spikey bat. Choosing to create pain in the hopes to gain, but really if we're honest we're throwing our own hearts in front of a freight train. Insane it all feels spinning my heart's wheels as the night spirals into disdain. The rain of their anger feels like hail upon my back simply knowing that their own flesh they're trying to attack.

Broken Broken is this earth where sin was let in bringing death to spread to everyone, for everyone sinned. Through this sin many more were bore only to allow the One who adores to pour an abundance of grace galore. Grace Jesus' grace is sufficient for you & for me my deepest most desire is for you to see you do not need to be under this curse, but you can be set free. Freedom is beautiful, I promise you that you become usable in this spiritual combat. Grace will save you every day but it was bought with a price we should have each paid. I crave for you to know this I yearn for your freedom I'll do my best to show you all the while my love deepens. Although deep love brings deep aches it is worth the heartbreak for the sake of possibly watching you be remade. Oh the beauty of that day when you hand over your heart, your mind, your soul For that precisely, I'll continue to pray. Saved by faith and nothing more it's all too simple, for your salvation I will implore. To be restored and completely set free, is so much richer than what you think you want to be your pursuits in this world will only create debris I plea for you to see: His design is perfect & whole.. stop filling those holes with the lust of this world: control. A goal is to boldly tell you all these things but I'm waiting on perfect timing from my King. While I wait I will pray and and I will sing "Glory to God, the king of all kings."