Tonight I attended the graduation party of a friend's son and his cousin.  It was a dual graduation party, celebrating two eighteen year old tall, blonde-haired cousins with the world ahead of them.  They are from wealthy families in our city, and when we pulled up to the gated mansion where the party was held, the cars were parked up and down the entire street.  Lexus, BMW, and even Porches lined the path.  One shiny car after another.  Across the street was a large pond with a walkway around it, a large fountain spraying water in the middle.  We walked to the gigantic house with balloons and signs, and someone guided us to the path around the back of the home.  

On the back patio, there were multiple photo opportunities with the graduates, with pre-lit backgrounds for the perfect photo.  Tables were full of gifts, one for each boy, and flat screen televisions hung above the outdoor fireplace, flipping through photos of the boys.  I've known both of them for years, so I hugged them and told them I was proud of them.  And I am.  They're good kids.  They're rich kids, yes, but their parents have raised them with a love for Jesus.  I stepped aside to make room for the teenage girls standing in line to to talk to them.  

I made my way to the food table, where the catered food was being served by three girls.  They explained to me the different meat options, and sauces.  

"Do you have anything that's not spicy?" I asked.  "I can't do spicy."

I cringed at my words.  Pretentious.  I walked down to the dessert table, which was split in half with desserts.  The left side was loaded with gluten free desserts, and the right side had desserts for the rest of the population.   

I put my card for the boys on the gift table.  It was full of cash - a sizable amount to some - but the boys wouldn't notice it much.  They probably wouldn't remember it.  

One of the boy's mothers spotted me.  She waved me over to an open spot at her table.  We talked for a while about our kids, how crazy it is that they're graduating, and how time flies.  She told me about plans for her daughter's upcoming wedding, and I talked about some exciting things coming up at work.  Someone else walked into the party, and she left to greet them, like any good hostess.

I scanned the room.  Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.  My kids made eye contact with me as they chatted with a few kids their age.  They smiled, but their eyes told me they were ready to go anytime.  I love my kids.  Sometimes they're the only ones who get me.

Then, while standing next to the gluten free cupcakes, a thought entered my mind.  Earlier this week, I interviewed a woman for a job at my company.  She had a gap in her resume where she hadn't worked for a year and a half and I asked her about it.  

"My son had open heart surgery, and also during that time I had a lung transplant." 

I asked her how old her son was.

"Seven."

I was quiet for a bit after that.  Alex was seven when he was diagnosed with cancer.  

I told her about the requirements for the job and explained that she would need to run a few errands from time to time.  

"I don't have a car," she explained.  "When I was ill, my son's father left and we're divorced.  He took the car.  But as soon as I get one, I'll be happy to run errands.  I will work hard to buy one. If Jesus has brought me this far, he'll help me buy a car."

I glanced back at the street lined with luxury vehicles.  I smiled and nodded at another friend who arrived at a party.  She waved as she made her way over to the boys, dropping another thick card onto the pile.  A third friend walked up to me.  "Isn't it a beautiful night?"

"Yes," I nodded.

"They have the world by the tail," she said, nodding towards the boys smiling for pictures.  "To be eighteen again."

I agreed, and continued to make small talk.

I couldn't get the Mom of the seven year old out of my mind.  I imagined her son recovering from surgery, and she had to call someone just to pick up a prescription.  I know what its like to get up in the middle of the night and make sure your son is still breathing, but no vehicle on top of it adds extra stress.  Once she entered my mind, I just couldn't enjoy the party.  

My kids made their way over to me.  "Are you guys ready to go?" I asked.

"Yep," they said.  "We're ready."

We quietly exited.  We made our way back down the street lined with cars.  "Mom, do you think we can live in a neighborhood like this someday?" they asked.

"Maybe," I answered them.  "But I think I'd rather be known for what I give than where I live."

They agreed.  Perhaps not enthusiastically.  

I'm still thinking about her tonight.  We offered her a job and she's accepted.  I wonder if she's gotten a car yet.  If not, I wonder if I can somehow help her obtain a vehicle.  Not being able to drive is very difficult for a working, single mother.  Perhaps its time to make good on my own words and be known for what I give.  

I have to find a way to help her.

Luke 8:43-48  And there was a woman who had had a discharge of blood for twelve years, and though she had spent all her living on physicians,[a] she could not be healed by anyone. 44 She came up behind him and touched the fringe of his garment, and immediately her discharge of blood ceased. 45 And Jesus said, “Who was it that touched me?” When all denied it, Peter[b] said, “Master, the crowds surround you and are pressing in on you!” 46 But Jesus said, “Someone touched me, for I perceive that power has gone out from me.” 47 And when the woman saw that she was not hidden, she came trembling, and falling down before him declared in the presence of all the people why she had touched him, and how she had been immediately healed. 48 And he said to her, “Daughter, your faith has made you well; go in peace.”

In Following Jesus Part 1, we talked about the importance of seeking Jesus.  There's really no better example of someone seeking Jesus than the woman in Luke Chapter 8.  Isn't is fascinating how Jesus is in tune with someone seeking Him so fervently?  In a crowd of people, He stopped everything He was doing to pay attention to her.  God is extremely aware and focused on anyone seeking Him in total faith.  He's also incredibly graceful to those seeking Him.

Following Jesus healed this woman.  Often, when we think about following Jesus, we consider what we have to give up in order to follow Him.  We can no longer enjoy our sinful lifestyles in the same way.  Our anger can't be spewed anytime we feel like it.  We might have to remove bad influences from our life.  We think we need to sacrifice to please Jesus and we look at what we have to give up to become a follower.  But, we are the ones who benefit from following Jesus.  Much like the woman who bled for twelve years, we are also healed when we follow Jesus.

Unfortunately, we as humans tend to be followers.  If we aren't following Jesus, we're following something.  When Moses left for Mount Sinai, the Israelites began worshipping a golden calf.  While we may not be bowing down to a golden calf, we're likely following something else that's leading us astray.  Why would we follow anything other than love and healing?  Instead, we choose fortune, fame, selfish ambition, addictions, and ego.  We choose things that lead us into bondage.  The only source of true freedom is following Jesus.  His goal is to heal His followers.

Shortly after my husband and I separated, I made a commitment to follow Jesus like I'd never followed Him before.  I truly didn't understand that by doing this, He would heal me.  I thought I'd heal myself.  I thought if I spent time in devotions, and if I did all of the right things by following Him, I would heal myself through my discipline and good works.  Why not?  I would relieve some of my pain and feel better about myself in the process.  As long as I kept a schedule of devotions, prayer time, and religious commitments, everything would be okay..

The problem was it seemed impossible to remain consistent.  When the realization finally came to me that Jesus was the one doing the healing, the pressure was off of me.  I didn't have to keep a rigorous schedule to feel better, then apologize profusely when I fell short.  I was interested in pain relief after my divorce.  But, God was interested in healing, and as usual, He was seeing the bigger picture.  

He was interested in freeing me from shackles that had been carried around for many years.  He didn't stop with the divorce.  He wanted to heal me from self focus, approval addiction, eating disorders, and many other things.  He asked me to bring my life and my decisions in line with my beliefs.  Bringing my life under His authority (not mine) brings peace and fulfillment - both to me as well as those around me.

It may seem like common sense, but it was a surprise to me that He didn't ask me to spend more time in church.  He told me You've found your place with me.  Now, I want you to find your freedom.  Let's truly bring your life under My authority.  I had always felt like I was following Jesus, but I had yet to find my freedom.  He didn't ask me to do more, He asked me to make different decisions.  My head was full of knowledge.  I didn't need any further study time.  Instead, He asked me to stay in my same everyday life, but live it differently.

So this is what it means to follow you? I asked Him.  One day at a time, one decision at a time? Just let you lead?  It seemed so easy, and I went to sleep that night with peace, resolving to try it the next day.  

The next day came.  

Let me tell you, I was so surprised by how often I was led daily by my emotions.  I knew the right things to do, but rarely chose to do it.  When God asked me to bring my life under His authority, it wasn't a small tweak.  I was going to have to make major changes, and the sheer amount of times I was falling short on a daily basis was overwhelming to me.  That night, as I poured out my heart to him in tears, He reminded me there were a few times that day I was successful.  I made a few, just a few, decisions where I allowed Him to lead.  This was progress.  He prompted me to write them down, so I did.  

The next day I tried to repeat the few successes I had the day before.  Feeling like a failure at the end of the day, I wrote down my meager successes in my journal.  I tried again the next day.  The next day, I gave up.  Then, the next day I decided I would try again.  And so on.    

I am still such a work in progress, learning how to follow Jesus and truly allow Him to lead in my life.  Every month that passes, I continue to make progress, but I still have my days of complete failure.  However, through this process of working to live my life differently, something crazy has happened.  

I've experienced healing.  Not a little bit of healing, mind you.  I've experienced some of the greatest growth and peace of my life.

How is that possible when I'm such a mess?  I am constantly screwing up.  I lack consistency.  I lack discipline.  Sometimes I completely fall off the wagon and go off the deep end.  Yet, in the midst of it, miraculously I've developed a heart that is continually seeking to follow Jesus.  Not a schedule.

This mess is becoming a healed, whole woman like never before.  I don't even know how its possible.  But, when I look back at my writings, I am starting to see more consistency.  I'm starting to see more discipline.  The devil constantly reminds me of my failures, but these things I've written down say otherwise.  Now, I am starting to look forward to recording my successes.  I'm proud of myself and what I've accomplished.  I am not so focused on the failures anymore.  I'm being healed, and I can guarantee you I wasn't the one who did it.

He is so faithful.  He is so gracious.  Following Him is the greatest thing I've ever done, or will ever do.  

I'm so grateful He takes the time to deal with this work in progress.

What does it mean to follow Jesus?

Matthew 6:33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.

The first step to following Jesus is to seek Him.  

I have a terrible habit of losing my car keys.  I wish I could tell you it is a result of getting older, but I've lost my keys since I was fourteen years old, holding a shiny new restricted license.  I've lost them in convenience stores, movie theaters, grocery stores, or (my personal favorite) locking them inside of the car.  At least the car I own now won't allow me to do that anymore.

When I was a teenager, my father would have to pick me up in random places after I lost my keys.  He always kept a spare, knowing I had a brain block when it came to finding my keys.

"Don't you pay attention to where you put them?" he would ask me with an exasperated sigh.

I can assure you I didn't.  

Even now, if I don't make a specific effort to remember where I put my keys, I will lose them.  I have to put them in the same place every time.  If I don't, I will have a very bad morning the next day, usually when I'm already running late.

As a redhead, when I lose things I get mad.  It isn't my fault, its the hair color the Lord gave me.  But, my kids can attest I'm no fun when searching for my long, lost keys.  As a coping mechanism, my daughter seems to have developed a superpower of sniffing out keys.  I have no idea how she does it.  I will lose my keys, and she will promptly walk into my office, fish under a stack of papers and walk out with my keys.

It really is incredible.  I need to enter her into some sort of talent contest.

But, I digress.

My point here is that when I'm seeking my keys, I'm not seeking anything else.  I'm not looking for my glasses (yes, I lose those too), a piece of chocolate (maybe later), or the TV remote.  I need my keys, and nothing is going to distract me until I find my keys.

We need to really, truly seek Jesus.  Spending time in the Bible will allow us to learn who Jesus is.  Prayer is our avenue to being known by God.  Seeking God also helps us to understand who we are, and what our purpose is.  God doesn't hide Himself from us, and if we seek Him, we will find Him.  

Seeking Jesus is a daily choice, and its not always easy.  I know I certainly have my days where I don't feel like seeking Jesus.  I'd rather attend my own pity party (alone), fall back into the pit of anger and unforgiveness, and isolate.  But, when I seek Jesus I'm less dependent upon my emotions.  My eyes are on Him, instead of continually worrying about what's going to happen to me.  I personally think the devil's agenda is doomed when we become less dependent upon emotions, stop thinking about ourselves, and seek Jesus regardless of how we feel.  Some days I'm successful, but if I'm honest, some days I'm not.

One of the biggest reasons we quit seeking Jesus is because the devil likes to shame us for our inconsistency.  The devil loves to tell us our victories mean nothing if we don't experience the same victories every day.  That's not true.  Our inconsistencies don't invalidate our victories.  Perfection has never been a requirement for following Jesus.  In fact, our inconsistencies can call us to His faithfulness.  Our faithfulness doesn't save us.  A perfectly consistent Christian life doesn't get us into heaven.  God's mercy is what saves us, and when we follow Jesus, our confidence can rest in His consistency.  Thank goodness for that!  

We should never stop seeking Jesus because we've experienced a setback or a failure.  God wants us to receive His love every day.  If perfection were a requirement, no one would be called to follow Jesus.  But, Jesus confronts our inconsistencies and insecurities with his incomparable mercy.  

Follow me, He invites us.  Its time for you to be freed of these shackles that you've carried around for many years,  I have good plans for you.  

That's an invitation worth accepting.

 Can Prayer Grow Your Faith?

I posed this question to my kids this week.  

Alex thought about it for a few minutes.  

"Sometimes when I am praying about a worry, I realize it is a stupid thought that just popped into my mind and halfway through my prayer I'm not sure why I'm even taking the time to pray on it.  But even if its stupid, just taking the time to be with God and bring your worries to Him grows faith.  Sometimes problems get solved just by sitting there with God."

Leeza chimed in.  "Prayers are a way of me giving God an opening to work in my life.  Sometimes I pray for little things like for my favorite football team to win.  Sometimes I pray for big things like a loved one who is sick.  But, these are all opportunities for Him to work in my life, and when He works in my life, it definitely grows my faith."

I think they're right.  

Bringing our problems to God, whether big or small, creates opportunities for Him to work in our lives.  Is it possible the worries and problems we bring to God in prayer strengthen our relationship with our creator?  Every problem we bring to God may not be answered in the way we expect, but we can rest assured He always hears us and He's always working on our behalf.  His solutions to our problems are always better than our solutions.

Isaiah 9:6 For a child will be born to us, a son will be given to us; And the government will rest on His shoulders; And His name will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Eternal Father, Prince of Peace.

I've heard this verse for years, and I've always thought it was notable His name would represent "wonderful counselor".  A person goes to a counselor to talk about their problems.  A counselor relationship is a very personal, intimate relationship.  Often a counselor knows more about you than your closest family members!  They are a trusted advisor in your personal life, helping you restore relationships and regain mental health. 

God desires this type of personal relationship with us, and more!  While a counselor can help us to view our problems differently, God can actually solve them.  He can take them onto His shoulders, remove our burdens, and remind us My child, I've got this.  I'm on your side.  Prayer is our avenue to this type of amazing, profoundly life-changing relationship.  It is the ultimate gift, allowing us to face our problems in life instead of crumbling under the pressure of having to go through trials alone.  We are never alone!  Isn't that an incredible realization?

When going through the cancer diagnosis, you are not alone.  Walking through a divorce?  You're not alone.  When the kids have driven you to the edge of reason, you don't have to shoulder it by yourself.  When the loneliness feels unbearable, the Wonderful Counselor is by your side.  Not only does He know how to solve our problems, He takes them onto His shoulders, reminding us that our only charge is to stay obedient to Him.  We can't save ourselves from our problems.  Jesus is the one who can save us and set our hearts free.  

Isaiah 55:8  As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.

Part of the reason it is so important to pursue God's perspective is because He can see the future.  He can see the big picture, but we can't.  We live in the moment, in the day, in the clutches of our immediate needs.  We want a solution for our problems today, but God knows what's good for us tomorrow.  Prayer gives us opportunity to listen for His guidance, knowing He has a bigger plan in mind.

I've had some significant moments this week where I've felt very down.  Divorce is isolating, and there's times the lonliness can be very challenging to deal with.  While it is always helpful to pour out my troubles to God in prayer, I find when I listen during prayer, I begin to view my life through God's plans instead of my own.  God gives me new perspective and pulls me out of my dark places.  In those times, He reminds me the present isn't an indicator of the future.  My struggles won't last forever.  He has great plans for me.  I miss out on being reassured when I don't give Him time to speak into my life.

Take time to make prayer a meaningful part of your life.  Move it to the top of your to-do list, and let God shoulder the struggles you're experiencing.  You deserve to experience God's grace and when you do, it will transform your life.  

I drug myself out of bed on a Tuesday.  I've never been a morning person, and this day was no exception.  I had a work meeting an hour and half away, so today's alarm was set for 5:30 a.m.  I asked God to please stop time for one more hour for me, and then opened one eye to check the time again.  It was now 5:35 a.m.  I flung one leg over the side of the bed, then the other.  No time stopping miracles were on the agenda today.  

As I got ready for the day, my back started to ache.  I thought about how I should be exercising more so I don't wake up all achy.  Welcome to your forties, I thought to myself.  I took a seat on the little stool I keep in my bathroom to sit on when I put on my make-up.

My back pain started to intensify.  I must have really slept wrong on my back.  Feeling somewhat dehydrated, I went to the kitchen and drank a full glass of water.  About fifteen minutes later, I was lying on the floor, sweating through my pajamas, trying to understand why I was in so much pain.

I sent my Mom a text.  I think I need for you to take me to the hospital.  I started vomiting and then, I checked my phone again.  No answer.

I made my way to Alex's bedroom.  

"Son, I need for you to get up and take me to the hospital."  

It was about the only words I could get out, and as a Mom, I'm pretty proud of his response.  Alex doesn't have his driver's license yet, but he has a learner's permit.  He got up, took one look at me, and quickly grabbed his socks and shoes.  He just knew without asking a single question, even though I know he was nervous about driving me.  

We didn't say another word to each other as we made our way to the car.  He grabbed the keys, and within five minutes we were out the door.  I sat in the passenger seat, sweating, contorting myself into all kinds of positions trying to get comfortable.  

Alex slowed the car down as traffic came to a stop.  I've never seen it happen in our town before, but early in the wee hours of the morning, we were stuck in a traffic jam.  

"You've got to be kidding me," I whined.

"Mom," Alex's voice was breaking, "what's wrong?"

"I think I have a kidney stone.  I'm not dying, but I'm just in a lot of pain."

Alex nodded.  We said nothing else to each other except the occasional direction from me on where to turn, and even in my pain, I managed to remind him to use a turn signal.  Once a Mom, always a Mom.

I was so relieved when he pulled up in front of the emergency room.  As luck would have it, a man was standing outside with a wheelchair.  I opened the door and instructed Alex to park the car without me.  He looked a bit alarmed but nodded his head and said okay.  

"Do you need this?" the man asked me.  I nodded as I climbed into the wheelchair.  I still don't know why he was standing outside with a wheelchair when no one else was there, but I am sure glad he was.

Alex parked the car and returned to the waiting room with me.  Soon, they were taking my vital signs, and trying to find me an empty room.  As I was being wheeled back to a hospital room, I felt the pain suddenly lift.  Slowly at first, then I began to experience a significant amount of relief.  

I turned to my son.  "Alex," I said.  "I'm beginning to feel better."

Alex grabbed my hand.  "I prayed for you as hard as I could in the car."

By the time I got to the hospital room, I stopped sweating.  They asked me if I needed painkillers, and ten minutes earlier, I would have given my right arm for a painkiller.  But, I turned it down.  The pain had literally gone from about a level ten to about a level one.  

"Maybe the stone dropped into your bladder." the nurse said.

"I don't know what that means, but if it means the pain stops, then I'm happy." I said.

A scan confirmed that's exactly what happened.  "That's rare that it happens so quickly," the nurse said.  "But when it does, the pain usually goes away and now you'll feel much better."

I looked at Alex.  We both knew why it had happened.  

I took the rest of the day off of work.  Going through something like that tends to be a bit draining.  But, I can't help but think about the power of prayer.  I don't even know if I prayed for myself going through it.  I know I probably did, especially when I was lying on the floor, but I don't really remember. 

I think something special happens when someone else prays over us.  It reminds me of how important it is to pray for others when they can't pray for themselves.  Alex's faith is so inspirational to me sometimes.  His first response is always to pray when he's confronted with a gigantic issue.

James 5:14-16 Is anyone among you sick? Let him call for the elders of the church, and let them pray over him, anointing him with oil in the name of the Lord. And the prayer of faith will save the one who is sick, and the Lord will raise him up. And if he has committed sins, he will be forgiven. Therefore, confess your sins to one another and pray for one another,that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is working.

So often, we think of praying as a last resort.  When we've tried everything else, we give up and pray.  But, praying should be our first response.  Its our avenue to the God of the universe, and the power of prayer can never be overstated.  Miracles happen as a result of the power of prayer.

I am going to be doing a few more posts this week on the power of prayer, after I was so inspired by the events of last week.  The ability to know and be known by God through prayer is such an abundant blessing.  

I'm feeling much better this week.  I had to slow down a bit, which always gives me time to reflect and of course, write.  I am so grateful we have such a faithful, caring God who sees us when we struggle.  He never leaves us.  He hears the sweet prayers of a teenage boy praying for his Mom in the parking lot.  

We have a God who listens.  

Romans 12:6-7 "God has also given each of us different gifts to use.  If we can prophesy, we should do it according to the amount of faith we have.  If we can serve others, we should serve.  If we can teach, we should teach."

Did you know that all snowflakes are unique?  There was a man named Wilson Bentley who dedicated his life to photographing snowflakes.  He perfected a technique where he captured snowflakes against a black velvet background.  The results of his photography are stunning.

Yet, none of them are the same.  Wilson Bentley was the first to argue no two snowflakes are alike, andhe was right.  He was enamored with these small ice creations, and sadly he died of pneumonia as a result of - yes, you guessed it - being outside photographing snowflakes.  He died pursuing his passion.

God's creativity is infinite.  I can't imagine a mind so endless it creates unique snowflakes. Snowflakes sometimes last a few seconds before melting!  Yet, He finds it worthwhile to create these tiny masterpieces.

God isn't into creating copies.  If God creates billions of unique snowflakes, imagine how many ways He makes each one of us unique.  He created each of us with unique personalities, looks, mannerisms, viewpoints, and even unique voices.  No two people look exactly alike.  No two people think exactly alike.

Yet, we spend so many of our days comparing ourselves to one another.  We want to be equal to, or better than, someone else.  It may be someone at school.  It may be someone at work.  It may be a sibling, a spouse, or even a friend.  We look for affirmation by comparing ourselves to others in our lives.  Depending on how we come out in the comparison game, we end up with either feelings of superiority or inferiority.  Neither is healthy.

Judging ourselves was never our role.  Comparing ourselves was never in the plan.  The only source of true affirmation is God's unconditional love for us.  We were never meant to be anyone but who God created us to be.

Comparison forever keeps us focused on all the things that are wrong with us.  When our focus stays on all of the things that are wrong, we become increasingly discouraged.  Comparison steals our energy and saps our strength.  

I remember when I was in the torturous confines commonly referred to as Middle School.  I hung out with a pack of pre-teen girls, complete with braces, who dressed alike, acted alike, and they all sounded alike.  The most popular of the bunch was a tall auburn-haired girl with a high pitched voice named Lisa.  Everyone wanted to be like her.

Being the weirdo I am, I even wanted to sound like her.  I remember one evening when I came home from school, I began to talk in a high pitched voice just like her.

My mother, never one to give dishonest feedback, stared at me.  "Why are you talking like that?"

"Like what?" I asked innocently.  "I always talk like this."

Mom laughed at me.  "No you don't."

"Yes," I argued back.  "I do.  I've always had a high voice."

Mom nodded.  "All right," she said.  "But you know, Rhonda, I've always thought you had such a nice voice.  Lisa, on the other hand, doesn't have as nice of a voice as you even though her voice is higher."

"Lisa's voice is annoying," my brother chimed in.

I got the point.  I was pretty embarrassed being called out like that. I immediately quit talking like Minnie Mouse and my mother graciously never brought it up again.

In our adult world, we may not walk around talking like a cartoon mouse, but we try to be like others in different ways.  We compete.  We become easily offended, defending our fragile egos as if they were actually important.  We let our self esteem rely on other people's opinions, allowing our moods to fluctuate like the wind, since they're dependent on other people's views.

But God says, I have made you unique, designed to move along a path I've designed just for you.  Is that new guy at work outperforming you?  Be his biggest cheerleader.  Let him have the spotlight.  Is your sibling getting married and having kids before you're even on your second date?  Good for them, but that's not your path right now.  Is your best friend the mother to perfect children while yours continue to struggle?  Maybe its because God designed you to be the perfect mother for your children.  You're not perfect, but you're the perfect match for them.

We're not supposed to run someone else's race.  We weren't designed for it.  Our unique gifts from God are needed specifically for the life path God has designed for us.  God gave you the exact gifts you need to navigate your life, your situation.  Your gifts aren't designed for someone else's life.

You don't have to compete.  You don't have to prove your worth.  That task has already been accomplished.  You're priceless in your Father's eyes.  After all, He created you and He died to be with you.  

That, my friend, is true affirmation

13 Pilate called together the chief priests, the rulers and the people, 14 and said to them, “You brought me this man as one who was inciting the people to rebellion. I have examined him in your presence and have found no basis for your charges against him. 15 Neither has Herod, for he sent him back to us; as you can see, he has done nothing to deserve death. 16 Therefore, I will punish him and then release him.” 18 But the whole crowd shouted, “Away with this man! Release Barabbas to us!” 19 (Barabbas had been thrown into prison for an insurrection in the city, and for murder.)20 Wanting to release Jesus, Pilate appealed to them again. 21 But they kept shouting, “Crucify him! Crucify him!” - Luke Ch. 23

The same crowd who celebrated and welcomed Jesus just months earlier had turned on Him.  Even one of His disciples betrayed Him.  Now, the crowd chanted for his torture and execution, even after the chief government officers could find nothing to justify His death.  The truth didn't matter.  The demands of the crowd were eventually honored.

Isn't the love of a crowd unpredictable?  Crowds are conditional, transactional, and fickle.  They give to get back, they build up to tear down.  One look at Hollywood tabloids can tell us how conditional the love of a crowd can be.  A celebrity might be on the top of the popularity list one week, but a few months later, the same celebrity has been "cancelled".  

I knew a family with a daughter in high school.  It was a fairly small town, and their daughter was a popular girl.  She made good grades, excelled in sports, and had a large network of friends.  She soon started dating one of the most popular guys in school.  Many girls had a crush on him, and out of jealousy, her network of friends began to disintegrate.  Rumors began to spread about her that were untrue.  Gossip turned dangerous when lies were told about things she supposedly said about other girls.  She was attacked one evening while out with friends by another group of girls.  She became suicidal and eventually (wisely) her parents moved her to another town, another school, and sought treatment for her.

How fickle the love of a crowd can be.  How cruel our world can be.  

The love of Christ is different.  It is unconditional, strong, and reliable.  

When I went through my divorce, I had no idea I was about to embark on a journey to learn about the love of Christ.  I was so disheartened by the people I had disappointed in my life.  I felt like such a failure because I couldn't make my marriage work.  But, nothing is more freeing and marvelous than God's compassion and grace.  We're not here to please the world.

We can't live a peaceful life when we are living to please the crowd.  The Bible tells stories over and over about how blessed people are when they align their lives with the will of God, and how miserable and wretched they are when they don't.  The crowd sways with the wind, and will turn on a dime.  So often, we chase after fleeting acceptance, trying to win the approval of those who - if we're honest - don't even know us that well.  Meanwhile, the love of Christ freely offers abundant life to everyone who turns towards Him.

A few years ago, my daughter came home from school, refusing to wear her glasses.  She is visually impaired, and her glasses are vital for her to see properly.  I asked her why.

"They make fun of me."

"Who?" I asked.

"The other girls.  They say my glasses are stupid."

My first reaction was to show a few girls just who was stupid.  But, after I calmed the spark straight to my red hair, I had a talk with my daughter.  

"If you listen to those girls and you refuse to wear your glasses, what will happen?"

"I can't see."

"Right.  You can't see.  Do you think the other girls can see fine?"

"Yes."

"So, the one who loses if you quit wearing your glasses is you.  You can't see, you won't be able to do well in school, and nothing will change for those girls.  They'll just move onto the next thing they don't like."

It wasn't our last conversation around the glasses, but isn't the same true for us when we try to lead life pleasing the crowd?  We change drastically to please them, and the one who loses is out is us, not the crowd.  We spend our time and energy trying to achieve an ever-changing goal to please the crowd.  Once the crowd is happy, don't forget, we have to keep them happy.  Meanwhile, our Savior waits, with His arms open wide, reminding us that we were never designed to pursue an unachievable goal.

I'm so glad He is so faithful. 

Perhaps its time to stop worrying so much about the crowd.  They'll never love you like Christ does. 

Isaiah 1:19  If you are willing and obedient, you shall eat the good of the land

Peace is the result of a lifestyle obedient to Christ.

I've been rolling that thought over in my mind this week.  I remember when I was a teenager, growing up in a small town.  My Dad, being a talented mechanic, had painted and restored a Mustang he found for $400.  When he was finished with it, my $400 car got quite a bit of attention at my small high school.  I remember zipping around town in my new car, feeling like I had the world by the tail.  I was sixteen, thought I knew it all, and I had an awesome car to boot.  

I was sitting at the stop light in my Mustang one day, and a strange thought entered my mind.  What if you started living the way Christ wanted you to?  I immediately shook the thought out of my mind.  I'll be a good Christian someday when I get older, I reasoned to myself.  But right now is my time to be free and have fun.

Its funny how nearly thirty years later, I still remember that conversation with the Holy Spirit in my car.  I didn't know it was the Holy Spirit at the time, but now of course, I can recognize God's prodding a bit better.  Isn't interesting how we view obedience to Christ as limiting?  We think by choosing Him, we somehow give up our freedom?  Our peace?

The problem with the teenage girl at the stoplight is she was struggling.  She was either completely egotistical or on the floor in despair.  There wasn't much peace happening in a life of such extremes, and she was always grappling to understand her pain.  But, she wasn't willing to follow the calling of God on her heart.  

I'm glad I eventually made the decision to listen.  I've had plenty of humbling moments since then, and I can honestly say the one thing I've learned is saying yes to God doesn't mean I'm losing my freedom.  My freedom is lost when I take ultimate free reign to do whatever I want.  If thirty years has taught me anything, it has taught me that I am rather incapable of running my own life.

I'll give you a humorous example.  About ten years ago, my anxiety was on fire and I was looking for anything to give me some relief.  My job was overwhelming, I was drowning in Mom guilt on a daily basis, and I was honestly just exhausted.  I felt like a failure because I couldn't keep up with everything.  One thing that brought me peace was spending a few minutes in the evenings with our Mastiffs.  I decided since I enjoyed our dogs so much that in my spare time (none) I would start a large dog rescue.  I researched the land I would purchase, made plans on the debt I would need to obtain, and sketched the kennels.

I prayed to the Lord to help me make this happen.  But, I could never quite get my plan to come together.  Instead, I kept hearing sermons on living a simple life, and I read verses that reinforced the "less is more" message.  One night, after some lengthy time in prayer, I was deeply convicted that God's calling on my life was not centered around dog rescue.  (Please note I have great admiration for those who run dog rescues, but it would have been a ridiculous endeavor for me at the time). 

I am so glad I did not obtain a bunch of debt and overwhelm myself by needing to care for fifty dogs when I could barely keep up with my current life.  Sometimes I have to chuckle at myself.  I can come up with some pretty hairbrained ideas.  But, God's plans for my life are always the right plans.  I was seeking peace in the wrong place.  Instead of buying some land, building a dog kennel, and overwhelming myself with more responsibility, I needed to turn to the Lord and find my peace in his promises to me.  His plan was much simpler than mine.

His plan for me wasn't immediate, though.  It required my obedience to Him.  I had to get some help.  I sought counseling, and I committed to going every week even though I didn't feel like I had the time.  I went on medication for about a year.  I studied His word daily, looking for all passages that pertained to my situation.  As I gained strength, I took control of my schedule.  One piece at a time, He simplified my life as He led me out of a very difficult season.

God's word is a lamp to guide our feet and a light for our path.  Jesus illustrates His relationship to His followers by example of a loving shepherd to sheep.  Sheep don't have the pressure of having to lead, having to make all of the decisions, or having to map out the route ahead.  Their job is to trust and follow where they're led.  Even when they're led through rough terrain, the shepherd cares for them, binding up their wounds and leading them to stable ground.  The only thing that's asked of the sheep is to follow, and the shepherd leads them to safety.  Well-developed trust brings God's peace.

Obedience to God requires setting aside our stubborn wills to listen to His calling.  I've found with God I almost always have to let go of something old to pursue something new.  Leaving behind old ways is hard, and we're often tempted to revisit them in times of stress, but separating ourselves from our old ways frees us to move into something new with God.  

The price of being stubborn and foolish is often the loss of our peace.  It isn't worth it, not when our Savior has something new and exciting in store for us.

Isaiah 43:2  When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you."  

There's been a few times in my life that I knew, without a doubt, that God was with me.  I recall one time I had to give a big presentation for work.  I struggle with severe anxiety.  Nothing heightens my anxiety like the requirement of giving a presentation.  For some, this wouldn't be a big deal.  For me, it was a terrible trigger.  

In a boardroom full of people, on a topic I honestly wasn't an expert on, I was going to be in the spotlight.  The night before my big day, I practiced and I practiced, flipping through my paper presentation.  I rehearsed while walking around my bedroom, in my pajamas.

But, no amount of rehearsal was going to save me from what I knew was coming.  I would be tortured for the entire night with fear and anxiety.  I knew I wouldn't get much sleep because I would lie awake convincing myself I was unprepared.  I shook from the fear.  I was sick to my stomach.  I could feel the adrenaline surge through me, as I sat on the side of the bed begging God to give me some relief.  

It was around midnight.  My body was racked with fear, and after I prayed for what must have been the twentieth time, I felt relief began to course through my body.  I've never felt anything like it before, and I've never had it happen since.  It was a physical sense of relief, almost a cooling sensation, that slowly made its way through my body.  

I knew it was God.  

I said nothing, I prayed nothing.  I slowly crawled back into bed, not wanting to disrupt the peace I was experiencing.  I slept heavily the rest of the night, not tossing or turning once.

The next day, He gave me the strength to pull off the presentation well.  

One of the Bible's biggest messages to us as believers is that God is with us.  He won't leave us, even though fear tells us otherwise.  In fact, fear is banished in the presence of The Almighty.  His presence is so powerful that fear can't withstand it.  God's love is the most powerful force in the universe.  His love is eternal.  Put that into math terms, and your instructor would say it is infinite.  There are no limits to His love.  Yet, He turns His powerful, infinite love towards us, vowing to never leave for forsake us.

In his powerful, infinite love, He says no issue is too insignificant to bring to Him.  Afraid of a presentation?  Talk to the God who knows communication.  Afraid of being alone?  Talk to the God who knows comfort.  Afraid to start over again?  Talk to the God of new beginnings.  When fear is welling up in you, come to God and pour out your heart.  

The most powerful force in the universe loves YOU.  He loves you in that perfect way you've been looking for, but haven't been able to find.  He loves you when you'd had a bad day.  He loves you when you don't get your work done.  When you lie, He loves you anyway.  When you fail, He wants to pick up the pieces.  He sees you out there, trying to make everything work.  

Our Savior died for you, He loves you so much.  

“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life."  John 3:16