Word of the Week: For When You Forget Who You Are

2-Corinthians-5-17Last week, God was speaking to me about how his mercy is new and fresh and clean over and over and over again every day (every moment, even) … but in the last couple of days He’s been whispering another truth to my spirit. You, too, Beth. YOU ARE NEW, TOO!

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come.
(2 Corinthians 5:17)

HAS come. As in, already happened. Not is coming. Not could possibly come. Already here. You’re already new.

Which reminded me of the day I spotted a tree full of “already butterflies”…

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There are caterpillars on our tree. Hundreds of them. In clumps up and down the trunk and limbs. We keep seeing more with every turn of the head.

Already many are leaving their group, headed for fresh spring leaves. Other eggs have yet to hatch. We’ve caught them at their very beginning.

And I just want to get close to each and every fuzzy one of them and whisper, “Do you know what you are?!?”

If I were to pull the DNA from one of them, a scientist would not be able to tell if its donor were inching up a tree or flying through the skies. For the caterpillar is, even now, a butterfly.

He just doesn’t know it yet.

He will go through two complete life transformations to get his wings. Caterpillar to Cocoon. Cocoon to Butterfly. It will be strange. It will be dark. It will feel like an awfully strange way of being. But he couldn’t stop the process even if he wanted to.

It’s in his DNA.

What about you? Do you know what you are?

A child of the king. A sinner saved by grace. A new creation in Christ. Your very best you just waiting to emerge.

You HAVE been transformed. You WILL be transformed again. Maybe even twice. Maybe more.

And even when it’s dark, uncomfortable, confusing, awkward, and just plain weird & yucky, EMBRACE IT.

No matter how this moment feels, the outcome is secure.

You can only and ever be a butterfly.

You already are.

“How does one become a butterfly? You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.”
-Trina Paulus, Hope for the Flowers

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I return each Sabbath for a fresh Word of the Week. For the God-breathed pages to come alive in a phrase or two on which to spend a 7-day feast. To meditate upon. To use as a jumping off point for whatever other words God would have me hear during the week. I would love for you to join the Word of the Week (WOW) discussion by adding your selected verse to the comments … or reflections on any scripture reading. 

Linking with Unforced Rhythms — a wonderful community of writers who gather each Monday to share with you HERE.

Five Minute Friday: Crowd

sunsetAs he makes his way across our country road, awaiting the flashing lights of the school bus, it’s been darker this week. Last Sunday’s time change has affected us in this and other ways.

This morning, though, I notice it’s already lighter at 7am than it was on Monday.

Because that’s how light works.

It keeps chipping away at the dark until the world is crowded with brightness.

At the end of each day, as darkness returns, the light does not surrender easily. It makes a display of itself. In sunsets. In the moon. In starscapes.

Because that’s what light does.

It keeps hanging on. And even just a bit of it is stronger than a bulk of darkness.

So when my soul feels crowded with darkness, the light is never far away.

The morning dawns, and the first break of it disperses the blackness. The light wiggles itself into every crevice until I am, again, bathed in a crowd of luminosity.

Because that’s what light does.

P.S. Looking at the above photo, I realize that it’s nearly impossible to determine whether this is a sunrise or a sunset. Because the image is ruled by the light, not by the direction in which is light is heading. Light always crowds out the rest.

 

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Playing with Funny Money

US_Currency-1246rxpEvery few years The Treasury Department has to add new security measures to our currency. The counterfeiters are getting better — the fakes harder to spot.

Some days I find I’m playing with funny money, too. Letting my mind be filled with counterfeit thoughts. Not enough. Too old. Too many mistakes made. Too small to make a difference. That’s just the way it is.

And the more I let these voices hang out in my head, the more they start to sound like the truth. The fakes are harder to spot.

I have learned, though, that when the FBI trains agents to identify counterfeit bills, they do not waste their time discussing all the ways a bill might be wrong. They only study the authentic bills. The truth.

Because when you soak yourself in what is Real, it’s easy to spot a Fake.

We are no different. We must let the truth of who we are so permeate our minds – our hearts – our spirits – that we brush off a lie like crumbs from a table. So intimately know the voice of our Shepherd that no wolf’s imitation will turn our head.

Think on these things. (Find more from the I Am List)

I AM – A Child of God (Romans 8:16)

I AM – Redeemed from the Hand of the Enemy (Psalm 107:2)

I AM – Forgiven (Colossians 1:13,14)

I AM – Saved by Grace through Faith (Ephesians 2:8)

I AM – Justified (Romans 5:1)

I AM – Sanctified (I Corinthians 6:11)

I AM – A New Creature (II Corinthians 5:17)

I AM – Partaker of His Divine Nature (II Peter 1:4)

I AM – Redeemed from the Curse of the Law (Galatians 3:13)

I AM – Delivered from Darkness (Colossians 1:13)

I AM – Led by the Spirit of God (Romans 8:14)

I AM – Free From All Bondage (John 8:36)

I AM – Kept in Safety Wherever I Go (Psalm 91:11)

I AM – Getting All My Needs Met by Jesus (Philippians 4:19)

 

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Red

The Gospel of Mark tells us she had been bleeding for 12 years. Tried every remedy. Consulted many doctors. Spent every penny to make it stop. It only got worse.

It must have felt hopeless.

And lonely. In those days she would have been banished for the bleeding. Her affliction as public as if she were wearing it as a scarlet letter upon her chest.

Marked Red. Unclean.

Sometimes I feel the same.

A constant affliction I can’t seem to shake. A public display of my imperfections. A wound of the soul. A bleeding of my joy. A constant flow of trying to fix it myself with any available remedy and every last resource.

Except one.

A touch of Jesus. The only one whose flow of blood can stop all the rest.

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Worship

When I turn to face You, this is worship.

When I pause in the middle of a busy moment, day, life — and notice the butterfly. Worship.

When I take 5 minutes to write instead of sleeping another 7. Worship.

When it’s not about me, and I let it be at least a little about You. When my mind won’t shake a song that holds the grain of truth I need to plant in the morning and water throughout the day.

When I smile at a stranger. Whisper a prayer for another. Give instead of receive.

You call it Worship.

I call it the place my heart is most at Rest.

Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing my Great Redeemer’s praise.
The glories of my God & King. The triumphs of His grace.

P.S. Read these words on worship, too, and stop worrying about how your worship looks. Perhaps the messy kind is best! http://emmaryandesign.blogspot.com/2013/08/worship.html#comment-form

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