Break my Heart for What Breaks Yours...

Proverbs 19:14 reminds us, "Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer."

Words from "Hosanna" were going through my heart on the ride to work this morning:

Heal my heart and make it clean
Open up my eyes to the things unseen
Show me how to love
Like You have loved me

Break my heart from what breaks Yours
Everything I am for Your kingdom's cause
As I walk from earth into eternity

 

Something is wrong in my spirit right now.  I've driven in radio silence to and from work for the past month.  I've been listening for God.  I've been praying.  I've been quiet, almost holding my breath, as if I'm waiting for something, Someone.  God hasn't been silent, per se, as verses come to mind for me to meditate on...but it seems He's waiting too.  I can't fully explain this, but I know it is right to wait on God.  I long for the joyful peace I've grown accustomed to with Him.  I yearn to be "settled" in my spirit.

 

Like King David, in Psalm 40:16-17, I agree: "Let all who seek You rejoice and be glad in You; let those who love Your salvation say continually, 'The LORD be magnified!'  Since I am afflicted and needy, let the Lord be mindful of me.  You are my Help and my Deliverer; do not delay, O my God."  Indeed, do not delay.

 

Have you ever gone through this?  I know I'm not alone in this struggle.   

 

The following post from LYWB arrived at a perfect time in my inbox this morning!

 

If we love God, and I believe many of us say we do, why do we allow ourselves to get so distracted from focusing on Him...praising Him...talking about Him...being obsessed with Him?  I've really been struggling with this thought for a few weeks now.  Lately, my prayer life has been a series of simple, short, "help...please help...I need Your help."  Then, I'll start over and ask God to retrain my focus, yet, once again, off of me and onto Him.  That attitude of gratitude thing, starts with remembering Who God is:  Creator, Sustainer, Lord, Sovereign, His Grace, His Mercy, His Love, Shepherd, Vine, Rock, Redeemer, Alpha, Omega, All Knowing, All Powerful, Always-everywhere-Present, not my thoughts, not my ways, Infinite, intimate, Friend, Holy, Justice, Praise Worthy, Lamb, Savior, Comforter, Wonderful Counselor, Prince of Peace, Might God, Emmanuel, Lion of the tribe of Judah, King of kings, Lord of lords, Helper, to just name a few.

 

And then, like a refreshing wind, I had dinner with Katie last night.  Inevitably, our conversation turned to things of God, our jobs as sisters in Christ (to lift up and encourage one another in the Lord), and to involve ourselves in pointing others to Christ.  Needs were expressed.  Scripture was discussed.  We ended the evening in prayer, together, united in our hearts before the Lord God Almighty. 

 

I hunger for this kind of fellowship ALL the time.  And, you know what, I think you do too!  All of us are starved for this and feast upon the unfulfilling junk food this world offers: those things which distract us from Jesus.  We need to ask God to change our diets and feast upon Him and drink deeply of His Living Water which soothes and satisfies.

 

As you read the following devotional, I wish you'd ask yourself: Am I pointing others to Christ in all I say and do, or am I pointing others to myself?

 

If we love God, and I believe many of us do, why not focus our conversations onto Him?  I wish we'd look for ways to encourage one another to spend time in His Word, to love and good deeds.  I wish we'd ask to be encouraged in our walk with Christ.  I wish we'd pray more often together.

 

Above all else, if Christ is the One awesome person we all have in common, shouldn't our passions, conversations, projects, lives reflect that?  Shouldn't our conversations bubble over with the joy of our salvation?

 

I have to admit, as Katie and I really got deep into our conversation about the Lord, I got this excited goosebumpy tingling quickening in my spirit.  It seemed like the Holy Spirit was confirming our conversation and saying, "Joy is here!  God is here!  Rejoice in Him!  Drink deeply!"

 

Let's stop playing at being a Believer and start living like one.

 

9-11, Old Blue Jeans, And Some Thread

Faith posted by Paula Hendricks on 09/09/11 found here: http://www.liesyoungwomenbelieve.com/index.php?id=798

This Sunday marks the tenth anniversary of 9-11. Not that it's something we're all looking forward to. Still, I wanted to take advantage of the anniversary to share an incredible story about a young teenager, Vanessa, who made a difference in the days after 9-11. The following story is taken (with permission) from Mary Kassian's book Girls Gone Wise in a World Gone Wild. Mary uses Vanessa's story to highlight the different focus a wild girl and a wise girl have—one focuses on getting; the other focuses on giving. You'll see what I mean as you get to know Vanessa . . .

I invited Vanessa over for coffee to talk about her focus in life. I had met her eight years before when she and my son were both in eighth grade. She and the rest of the kids in their class had come over to our house for a birthday party. Vanessa and several others hung out in the kitchen while I readied some pizza buns for the oven. It didn't take long for me to notice that Vanessa had a different focus than the other girls. The others had that "truffles" look in their eyes. They were intent on watching the boys and trying to get the boys' attention. You could tell by the way they dressed and did their makeup, the way they positioned themselves around the room, what they talked about, and the way they giggled and tossed their heads.

Vanessa didn't play that game. She seemed rather uncomfortable with the whole scene. But when I asked her about how she was planning on spending the weekend, she came alive. Her beautiful dark eyes sparkled as she told me about the quilt she was making to send to the family of a firefighter killed in 9-11.

Vanessa's dad is a firefighter, and when she watched the events of 9-11 unfold, she wanted to do something to reach out and comfort the kids who had lost their dads. That night, the fourteen-year-old knelt by her bed and asked the Lord what she could do to help. He gave her the idea to sew and send handmade quilts to wrap the grieving children in Arms of Compassion. The quilt would be "like a big hug of comfort." The next day, Vanessa took out a big pair of shears, cut up her dad's old firefighting uniform, and started making quilts. Her
goal was to make 300 quilts to send to all the children affected by the tragedy.

She soon realized that she couldn't do it alone. So she called up all the churches and youth groups and schools in the area, asking for volunteers. She made templates and patterns. She canvassed businesses for supplies: old blue jeans, cloth, sewing machines, cutters, mats. Soon, box after box of supplies landed on her doorstep. If she needed cloth, she prayed for cloth. If she needed batting, she prayed for batting. Department stores donated vans full of display material. The Salvation Army gave large boxes of old blue jeans. Laundromats offered cleaning services. Thousands of volunteers donated their time. Businesses gave money. Vanessa witnessed miracle after miracle as she asked the Lord to supply her needs. One time, she needed thread. So she specifically prayed for thread. Soon afterward she got a call from the Levi Strauss Company. They were shutting down one of their factories. Could she possibly use some massive cylinders of thread?

Vanessa's Arms of Compassion soon reached beyond the children in New York to sick kids at the local children's hospital, to families who lost homes in fires, to needy children and orphans in Nicaragua, and to many other people who were suffering and in need. Quilting volunteers delivered the precious handmade "hugs" as symbols of the love and compassion of Christ. "The needs were overwhelming," Vanessa explained. "Everywhere I looked there was a need." While the other girls were flaunting tight-fitting, low-rise denim to lie in wait for guys, Vanessa was cutting up denim to make patchwork quilts to give to those who were suffering and in pain. During her high school years, her Arms of Compassion wrapped more than 600 hurting kids and families in homemade quilts.

Vanessa was a young woman with a profound sense of mission. And it wasn't long before the world sat up and took notice. When she was fifteen, the Governor General awarded her with the Queen's Golden Jubilee Medal for outstanding citizenship; she was the youngest Canadian ever to receive this honor. Other accolades followed—a Premier's Citizenship award, a Centennial Medal, and a Stars of the Millennium award. When she was seventeen, Soroptimist International, a worldwide women's organization associated with the United Nations, recognized her with yet another award. At that ceremony, she stood in front of thousands of women from nations all around the world and spoke of the importance of purpose, compassion, and making a difference in the lives of the poor and needy.

Vanessa shrugs and looks somewhat embarrassed as she lists off the awards. She wasn't really looking for awards. She just wanted to reach out to kids who were hurting. She just wanted to be faithful to what the Lord wanted her to do. "I just want to make a difference every day—whether in a small capacity or large."

It shows. For the past few years, Vanessa has quietly ministered to the homeless in downtown Edmonton. Last year, at age twenty-one, this remarkable young woman dropped out of college to care fulltime for her mother, who is recovering from a brain tumor, and her father, who was stricken with lung cancer from his many years firefighting. It has been very, very difficult. But Vanessa is undaunted. When I ask the reason for her resolve she says, "You have to realize that life is bigger than you. It's bigger than what we can see. We all have a purpose. God has a purpose for each and every person."

Would Vanessa like to meet and marry her Prince Charming? Of course she would! But she knows that the God who satisfied her need for thread can also satisfy her desire for a husband. Vanessa doesn't have to take matters into her own hands. She doesn't have to worry. She doesn't have to lie in wait. She can busy herself with doing the things that are proper for women who profess godliness to do—the good works of the kingdom of God (1 Tim. 2:10). She knows she needs to be about His business. Like my eighty-one-year-old mom often says to me, "I'm still here. There must be something God wants me to do today."

Vanessa learned the importance of a Godward focus as a teen. Some of you may not have. But it's never too late. Whether you are eight or eighty-eight, you can shift your attention from a predatory me-focus to a productive kingdom-focus. Don't squander your life. Don't waste your time lying in wait. Christ is too important. Time is too precious. The needs are too great. Too much is at stake. Be like the wise woman of Proverbs 31, who opens her hand to the poor and reaches out her hands to the needy (31:20). Focus on kingdom business. Enjoy God and glorify Him. A Girl-Gone-Wise does not lie in wait for men or worldly "stuff." Instead, she busies herself with her mission and trusts the Lord to take care of the rest.

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Mary E.Hickcox
www.CalvaryBaptistSM.org
http://mary-neotes.blogspot.com/