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Before the throne


Before the throne of God one day, I will bow just knowing that I will serve Him day and night (in the very place He dwells-the most holy place-where all of Glory dwells), and the knowing will overwhelm me even more then than it does now.

And He will sit on His throne (the one that only One can sit upon), and He will spread Himself---all of Him will be spread over all of me.

There will be no lack of food or drink. There will be no heat of any kind. I will not suffer in any way at all.

And Jesus-the sacrificial Lamb-will be there in the center of the throne with arms that bid me to come inside...into the deepest place of God. Oh the depths!

And Jesus will lead me over to the springs of the water of life, and I will lie down beside the quiet, and my very soul will be completely restored. I will be at rest.

His pathway there was righteousness-a righteousness He bought for me with His own blood. I only received it for His name's sake. He wanted me there, and my place there was the very joy that was set before Him as He endured what I could not, the cross that would take away all of my sin. He saw that moment all the way back to the very beginning, when He was creating the very tree He would one day take for me. And He endured, for joy.

And God, my God, the Lamb of God is waiting to wipe away every tear I've ever cried: the fear cries, the uncertainty cries, the tears over death and sickness and heartache and loss. Everything I've ever felt my heart break over and spill onto my fragile flesh will all be gone. Completely gone. Not just one tear, but every single one will be wiped away (because God is personal like that; He wants to take every tear).

The God who pours all of Himself out for all of me will consume all that has broken me in the past, and I will be free to wear an un-stained robe, dipped only in the blood of the Lamb and now made white. And I will sing: Salvation to our God who sits on the throne, and to the Lamb! (Revelation 7:15-17 meditations)

Beloved, now we are children of God, and it has not appeared as yet what we will be. We know that when He appears, we will be like Him, because we will see Him just as He is. And everyone who has this hope fixed on Him purifies himself, just as He is pure. (1 John 3:2-3)

(Photo taken of a temple in Israel when I was there in March, with my also fellow-seeking friend).

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About Me

I am a learner.  I have an insatiable desire to learn, so I read a ridiculous amount of books.  And, because I love to read, I process my thoughts through journal-writing. 

I guess this would also make me a writer.  

I think that a writer puts their time into something they want to read again, and hopefully invite someone else to read as well.  The words mean something to them, and they want those words to mean something to others, too.

I believe that readers and writers are also pretty good story-tellers, and there is nothing I love more than a good story.

Stories tell us the things we need to know, and not just the facts we seem to think define us.  I am more interested in someone who drives a 95 Astro van than someone who drives a new car with a personalized license plate, because I know there's a story behind it (and I love that I am married to the one who drives the van).

So I wrote a book called Tell Me a Story.  In it, you will find stories of people that most don't sit and listen to; maybe because they've never traveled out of the country in order to hear them.  Or maybe they've never really thought about the importance of just listening. 

I didn't listen because I thought I was special; I listened because I believed they were. 

I've taught high school Bible for more than 20 years, written curriculum for all of my classes, led mission trips around the world, taken lots of pictures, made lots of journal entries, and prayed every single day for the people whose faces appear in my heart.  Each blog post will take you to a story; some will be from my memory, some from my journal posts, some from people I'm around every day, and others will be from the best Story-teller I know, Who wrote a book long before I did.   His story keeps writing new stories in mine.  I hope someday to get mine published so that others will be encouraged to read more of His.

 

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