The Blessing of Suddenlies

When life changes abruptly – you know, the “suddenlies” – a part of you says, YES! It’s finally here!!!  And another part of you wants to put on the brakes, even for things you’ve been praying for forever.  That’s us humans for you.

I’ve been annihilated by the “suddenlies” over the past 18 months, and I’m glad… from my heart I can say honestly that I am joyously overwhelmed by the about-face changes God has made in my life.  But there are also parts of me still recovering from emotional wind-burn and jet lag.

Jesus enables me to do all things through faith in Him; when I look around I feel entirely blessed.  God in me handles the blessing, because my coffers have been enlarged and so has my territory.  He is the complete Guardian against my flesh, pushing it backward and beckoning my spirit forward.

God is my shock absorber – He’s the only One Who can be – I cast my cares on Him.

The sun comes out again, and I say, “Thank You, Jesus, for the warm beams that change me and saturate me with nutrient life.”  Jesus is the “Son” that never sets, and He carries me through the suddenlies until my legs and feet are rested, and then I am just fine.  Then, in Him, I am contentedly braced for more suddenlies, and my being is evenly browned by the light of His Love.

SHAMMA 🙂

 

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No Matter the Seasons

I’m grateful for different seasons in my life and I admit there was once a part of me that thought certain matters in my life would never change.  I thought God wouldn’t allow it, but I was wrong.  People do come and go in relationships in life and some stay longer than others but, eventually, everything gets redefined because that is the nature of growth.  Thank You, Jesus.

My mind cranks on through fever and bleary-eyed congestion.  When they’re not pinned to tissues pinned to my runny nose, my fingers still type as my mind grinds… it never stops (and, secretly, I don’t want it to).

I’m free of entanglements left behind while others are cautiously exposed.  God is always a careful healer.  Brick by brick and chip by chip He delicately exposes me.  I cry to Him, I come to Him in prayer and quietly crouch before Him in worship while He strokes my fevered, teary brow.  God is amazing, and He’s not afraid of colds.

This new season came as a “suddenly”, and I couldn’t be more glad but, admittedly, I’m still in a bit of shock.  So different, my God… so different being out here in the world with only You as my shelter. But then Holy Spirit sweetly whispers…  “He’s always been your only shelter, beloved.”  Ain’t it the truth! 

Merciful God I don’t want to feel guilty about being free.  I just want to be it.

I don’t want to forever long to see Your bright face.  I just want to see it.

Here I am, just You and me and freedom – all Your life has to offer.

I don’t care about anything else – I just want to be Your daughter.

It all comes down to that for me no matter where the Lord takes me in the course of His call on my life.  The pastor calling, that of the teacher, preacher, and writer are all of value and worth and purpose and meaning – absolutely.  But, to me, I’ll tell you nothing means more to me than being my (true) Father’s daughter.  Finally and completely, my Heavenly Father’s daughter.  That’s my truest, bravest, best cause for living… I can’t declare it enough… and I embrace Christ Jesus to take in the Godhead in full, clutching Them all to my breast.

“For in Him dwells all the fullness of the Godhead, bodily.”  Just listen to that.  As its truth sinks into my soul, I don’t mind the seasons changing, relationships redefined, or even “suddenlies” gripping me.  I am Jesus’ bride and He is my Bridegroom.  The door of His sacred body is closed behind us and, within the veil, are the Godhead lovingly seated before the supper of my life’s plan and circumstances… and all is well.  Their love to me is wonderful… passing the love of all mankind.  I am content and satisfied.  Amen.

SHAMMA and SHARON

“He” Does the Work

The coolest thing in the world happened to me on Monday.

I was thinking about the latest post for Daddy’s Girl and what it would be; I’d been researching some things in my memory annals and going over what should be said and seeking God prayerfully about them, so I knew they were “good” topics.  But whether or not one of them was to be the next topic I didn’t know for certain… I thought I did, but now I know I didn’t.

I love coming to this blog site.  Even when I miss a day or two (or five), I always return to air my thoughts on any given day and appreciate the real freedom this type of blogging gives me.  I don’t have to use proper English or punctuation here (though I usually do just out of habit and training and a love for proper use of each); I don’t care as much about proper sentence structure or whether or not the post has a continuous “theme” I’m supposed to stick to for the edification of the readers.  This is a my time blog site, people; do you know what I mean?  Here I hang loose; here, I’m just “me”, and God appreciates that.

So here’s what He did for me:

Monday He asked me to sit down and begin writing in the “diary” blog for a while… and I jumped at the chance.  I wrote what I felt, I wrote what I wanted, how I wanted (not that I’m ever adverse to what and how God wants things written)… I wrote with abandon and love about His circumstances all around me and about my relationship with Him and how He alone understands me and is my “daddy” in the truest most earnest sense there is, and I loved it, friends; most assuredly I did.  He loved it, too.

In fact, when I was finished, He said, “now put this post on Daddy’s Girl.”

FOLKS, I WAS FLOORED!  Delighted, rest assured, but absolutely floored nonetheless!  I didn’t have to put on any frame of mind honoring the “positioning” as pastor He’s granted me… I didn’t have to be “pastor-minded” (oh, silly me!); I didn’t have to do any of that.  All I needed to be – TRULY be – was Daddy’s Girl, for real; for honest and for true, as Lynette would say, and He accepted it of me as a post for the main ministry blog.

See how screwed up my thinking had been??!!

WELL, NOT ANY MORE, thank You, Jesus!  As He’s said in the past, my lovelies… it never gets any more complicated than the simple gushing love of this little girl with her arms tightly latched around her Daddy’s neck.  Never.  Sharing the reality and truth of that simple place of relationship with Him is all the “ministry” anyone will ever need.

And when I’m simply Daddy’s Girl – truly Daddy’s Girl – just Sharon or Shamma… God says I’m at my best.  All my “positioning” HE watches over… HE maintains it, not me.  All I have to do is just “be”, and He’s eternally pleased with me.  That goes for all of us and our relationship with Him.  That’s why Jesus did not regard equality with God as something to be grasped, my friends; Abba maintained His positioning and authority; Abba did the work through Him so that Christ Jesus could become a nobody, like you and me.  He became “of no reputation”, the Bible says… “and being found in the fashion of man He humbled Himself and became obedient unto death; even to the death of the cross”, scripture continues.

If Christ did that as my eternal example – then I am to do it also.  I am not to make my calling my identity or something I have to “hold on to” – it isn’t.  My calling is simply my authority in Abba… the place from which His Spirit within me wields HIS Sword of power.  I am only and always “His Shamma”… His obedient one… His daughter… His grateful, loving, little girl… indeed, Daddy’s Girl.

What a wonderful lesson!  What a confident, compassionate, blessed reality and truth!  Like Christ, I need not speak “in” myself, “of” myself, or “for” myself… but THE FATHER WHO DWELLS IN ME, HE DOES THE WORK!

How easy… How Glorious.  Amen.

Be blessed, everybody.

SHAMMA