Stationed on the Promises

Words are funny.

The way we phrase something so often shifts the way in which someone (that someone may even be us) responds to something.

So I have a proposal: for myself and anyone else willing to take the challenge of fighting for their grounds back.

I think I'll call it "word shift."

I know I hate the word "wait." I've got a lot of issues associated with it, and frankly a lot of memories I would rather shove out of the picture- just being butt honest out here! And while God totally is a redeemer, and I believe he WILL redeem those crusty, gross "wait" memories gone sour, lo and behold- I have found myself in yet another season of waiting! It is stationary. It is fru-stra-ting. You know the place, I am sure.

I want to clarify: I get that God's moving, working, teaching, growing, etc. But I also can't quite see it with my eyes. If I can be frank and honest in my humanity, my faith and hope are running ragged and thin. This waiting has been a lot longer than I thought I could bear.

I have noticed something in this waiting season; it is easy to develop a hard heart.
A hardened heart can come when we don't see what we wished for come true.
It can come when someone gets x,y, or z, and you don't.
It can harden, when we are tired.
It can come when you have tried everything in your earthly power to fix your situation, and you still don't see or feel God at all.

I don't know about you, but a hard heart sits very heavy on my heart.

When I read my Bible, I see it talk about people with a hard heart, and what it does to them and their relationships with God and others (even to their nations- but we will just call that their community, whatever the scale may be). Basically, I read about it and say to myself, "Man, I need to pray against a hard heart!"

That has stirred a whole movement within me. And I have class in a few minutes and still need to get my boots and socks on because somehow the God of all mercy decided calling me to a school out here in the Midwest where it is a sure 39 degrees outside was a good idea. This Cali girl might just freeze to death! Ahem, back to what I was saying- I just got distracted by the weather whoops... I do want to leave you all with this: I have been stirred to this proposal of a word change. Changing the phrasing this season from WAITING to STATIONED.

God has me STATIONED here, and there are promises, discoveries of His character, and dare I say, training or PROVING GROUNDS to strengthen and PROVE that MY GOD IS FAITHFUL through it ALL.

I may have to share more of what this is like, and what's been stirring in my life. This me & God thing- it's taking a whole new form. It is changing. Same Jesus, same journey. Clearer view of who I am and who God is. Oh, it's terrifying and there are growing pains. But I've got a few friends, and a whole lot of people who have gone before me over the ages whose lives tell me it is 110% going to be worth the journey.

So I am in.

Stationed on the Promises,
Mel xoxo