One of my favorite analogies in Scripture is found in II Corinthians 4:7. It reads:

But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the surpassing greatness of the power may be of God and not from ourselves.

My mind's eye can truly see myself as an empty hollow earthen vessel, because honestly, I often feel this way. Fatigue, disappointments, and the continuous day to day "stuff" called life-management tends to drain me... But then, I remember my Savior. He reminds me that He is my Life Source and that He can and will do a great work in and through me.

First, He wants to fill me with Himself, the Living Water. His water, His word, does all the same things to my soul that natural water does to physical life around you and me; His word cleans, refreshes, revives and sustains me.

Then, His beauty is added to my vase. Like a Master Florist He chooses specific flowers to set within the living water. Some of these flowers have names like gentleness, compassion, forgiveness, and grace. After this, He places in the greenery and "background work" to surround and enhance the flowers. These intentionally selected pieces of beauty also have names: commitment, perseverance, faithfulness, and hope.

If I let my Master do His work, instead of the hollow emptiness I started with, I am now carrying around a treasure that is from the surpassing greatness of God. What a marvelous act of love from my personal Florist!

Friends, I pray you and I will daily allow God to fill our jars of clay with first His living water, and then His beautiful handiwork. He longs to do this for each of us, for our own well-being. But God also has a second purpose in filling us... He desires to deliver our radiantly filled earthen vessels to the door of someone who needs a reminder of His love.

Yes Lord, come fill this vessel.

When we moved out to the country, the term "taking out the garbage" gained a new meaning. No longer did we have the lovely curb-side service that was supplied to us in our neighborhood subdivision. Now, when we take out the garbage, we toss it in the back of Mac's truck and drive it to the nearest dump a few miles away. Most often, Mac has this "manly" job; but when he is out of town, I then get to do the dirty work.

Just last week, while Mac was gone, I was tossing garbage every few days. However, instead of the back of the truck, I have to put the bags in my front seat. I do this in order to help me remember to make this important stop. Surely, if I see and smell the garbage, I will not fly by the dump. Can you imagine the smell as I am running my errands? (I have done more than imagine it; I've experienced it a time or two).

Thankfully, I did remember to make my stop the other day. And as I was tossing the big hefty garbage bags into the dumpster, I thought about how this resembled the concept of forgiveness. The Lord brought a portion of this verse to mind, that I looked up later:

He will again have compassion on us; He will tread our iniquities under foot. Yes, He will cast all our sins into the depths of the sea. (Micah 7:19)

We, as Christians, are told in Scripture to "bag up" our garbage... all our immorality, impurity, passion, evil desire, greed... as well as all our anger, wrath, malice, and abusive speech (Col 3:5,8). We are to "throw these away", not hang onto them, they way I occasionally do with my garbage bags in the front seat. Remember, His Spirit in you will help you to do the "bagging" and the "throwing." Then, when all is said and done, believe you are forgiven. Just like I don't remember a thing that was placed in the garbage bag last week, our God promises, I will remember your sins no more. (Jeremiah 31:34)

So rejoice today as you take out your garbage. And rejoice again, because you now possess the sweet aroma of Christ's unconditional love. Yes, instead of the garbage, let His Spirit grow a garden in you, one full of compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, patience, forgiveness of others, and love (Col. 3:12-14).

Yesterday, I sent my 14 year old son Davis to school for the "first time." Having been home schooled all his life, this was a big deal for him, andfor his momma. And now today, I'm packing up my oldest daughter's belongings so that she can soon begin her new adventure at Auburn University. Wow... where did the time go? (That was typed through deep loving tears and a mountain of memories).

As a mom, more than anything, my heart's desire for my kids is for them to remember who they are, especially as they move into a public place. My daily prayer is that they will be able to independently stand on the Truth that was taught in our home. With this in mind, I wrote them a definition of who they are in Christ, hoping to challenge each of them to be His light in this dark world. This is also for you, my believing friend:

By the grace of God, I am who I am.

I am a Christian. I am living for the One who died for me. I am what the world calls a "Jesus freak," but what I call "saved by grace."

I salt the earth with His kindness; I light the world with His love.

I choose to walk by faith and not by sight, and to dance to the beat of a different drum.

I am the one who has Power beyond my own strength, Peace beyond my own understanding, and Purpose beyond the ideals of this world.

I am the one who answers to the God of the Universe; and yet, I am also calmed by His Spirit that lives in me.

Because of Christ Jesus, I am living Life to the fullest--yesterday, today, and FOREVER.

I am changed; I am more than I am; I am a vessel that holds a treasure, a lamp that shines a light, and a well that springs a fountain.

And, I am the one who is pursuing YOU, the way He has passionately pursued me.

By the grace of God, I am who I am.

I am a Christian. I am free.

Sweet friend (as well as my dear children), remember who you are. The world needs you.

This past April I presented Mac with a simple 20th anniversary gift. In the presence of our children, I read him my list entitled "Twenty Reasons I love my Husband." When I happened to come across it this morning, I was reminded of the many things he does "right"...

BUT... (Mac often refers this term to the "big but(t)")... there are times he seems to miss the mark COMPLETELY, especially when it comes to understanding me. (Can any of you relate?) When this happens, I have learned to pour out my heart to the One Who knows me, from the inside-out. From sitting in this place of sadness only a few days ago, I have added to my collection of devotional prayers, all of which begin with "God, You are...". Feel free to pray this over any relationship issue that you might be experiencing right now:

God, You are the One who knows me. I feel at times, no one "gets me," not even the ones who love me most. What a sorrow it is for my heart to seemingly be unheard or even pushed aside. I am hurting, dear Lord... but I will sit with You... and I will pour out my heart to You... and I will remember... You are the understanding One. Yes, You You know me, O Lord... and all my desire is before You. And with this truth, You know my motives, whether they are selfish or pure, "over the top" or "right on". Therefore, I will trust You with all of my heart. And I will trust You to plead my case if I am in line with You, or to set me straight if I am not. And I will trust You to meet my every need according to the riches in glory in Christ Jesus. Thank You. I will wait for You. Indeed, I would have despaired unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. I will wait for the Lord; I will be strong, and my heart will take courage. I will wait for the Lord. Yes, today, right now, I choose to peacefully rest in the arms of the One who knows me, from the inside-out.

Ps. 62:8; Jeremiah 12:3; Psalm 38:9; Proverbs 3:5; Jeremiah 51:36; Philippians 4:19; Psalm 27:13-14

The 21st reason (and then some) that I love my husband is that he allowed me send this post to you. Mac knows from 2 decades of living with me that when I turn to the Lord, he is relieved of the unattainable ability to get it "right" all the time. However, when I take this approach, it causes Mac to be more inclined to work things through, and possibly... with the help of our Savior... understand a little more of my heart today than he did yesterday. How thankful I am for the One who knows me!

Wow, I'll tell you what, it's really hot this summer, isn't it? The only way to beat the heat is by finding the nearest shady tree, or a cold swimming pool.

This reminds me of another sweltering summer day many years ago when my children were very young... Our summer swim team decided to take a fun (a relative word) trip to Nashville Shores for the day. Since water parks give me the he-be-gee-bee's, I had no intention of getting wet; I was fully clothed, and my flip-flops were not coming off my feet. My mission for this hot day was to keep track of my four children amongst the rest of the hundreds of kids that had descended upon Nashville Shores.

I stationed my "post" by a small shallow pool where I could visibly see my younger two, Davis and Emmy, while Maggie and Bink were to check-in frequently. The attraction to this little pool was not only the water they were playing in, but also the anticipation of the water above them. Steadily and repeatedly, a HUGE bucket would fill to the brim, high above the children (and some grown-up kids). Once the bucket was full, it would then topple to it's side, and pour out all over those standing underneath. When this happened, the little children would scream with delight, their bodies would do jumping jacks, and then they would splash each other with glee. Sheer jubilation was experienced by all who were drenched from above. And, as I watched from my slither of shade that I found underneath a tall slide that was dripping luke-warm water down my neck, I became rather envious of my children's position...

Water--refreshing, rejuvenating, replenishing water--pouring out onto these children--anticipating, hoping, expecting children. Whenever I think of this scene, I hear the Lord say to my heart, "That's joy, my child." Now, listen to this truth about Jesus, our Living Water:

God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us... (Romans 5:8). And because of His death,

...the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us (Romans 5:5).

Just like the water saturated my children that day, the true Living Water can also drench you and me--with joy! All we need is a child-like faith in Christ Jesus. Then, through His word, we can be replenished on a daily basis. Don't stand on the perimeter spiritually, like I was physically, on that more-than-hot day at Nashville Shores. The only thing I was drenched in was my own miserable sweat. Joy belonged to the children in the Water, not me.

Hear Jesus say to you today: "... The water that I shall give you shall become in you a well of water springing up to eternal life." (John 4:14)

The Living Water has been poured out. Join me, "grown-up child," let's beat life's continual heat, and get joyfully drenched.

A few mornings ago, I set out for a long walk on the country roads near my home; I had a lot of thinking/praying to do about life and its "stuff." Not too far into my walk, however, I noticed everything was a little blurry. I cleaned my sunglasses, but to no avail. It was then that I realized that I had forgotten to put in my contacts.

Wow, what a deficiently far-sighted walk this was going to be: "Is that a rabbit or a squirrel... a butterfly or a leaf... a stick or a snake?" The trees were even making me a little dizzy due to their wind-blown massive movement.

These swaying trees made me think of this Scripture passage:

And they came to Bethsaida. And they brought a blind man to Him, and entreated Him to touch him. And taking the blind man by the hand, He brought him out of the village; and after spitting on his eyes, and laying His hands upon him, He asked him, "Do you see anything?"

And he looked up and said, "I see men, for I am seeing them like trees, walking about." Then again He laid His hands upon his eyes; and he looked intently and was restored, and began to see everything clearly. Mark 8:22-26

Ok, first of all, what's up with the "spitting"? I guess we have to remember that Jesus is fully God and fully man, and men like to spit. I'm sure this kept the attention of all the tough guys in the crowd watching this restoration process. And secondly, what's this: "I see men... like trees walking about?" What an odd line of scripture to decipher.

I think this peculiar encounter with Christ teaches us about faith. First, we read that the blind man was brought to Jesus by friends. Then the blind man was willing to be led by Jesus Himself to an appointed place. Consequently, Jesus began His wonderful work, in His time and in His way. As the blind man waited on the Lord, his faith grew in the Lord. He didn't waver or run half-way through the process. He simply trusted the hands that held him.

What about you? Are you wondering what in the world God is doing in your faith walk? Do things just not add up, almost to the point you are dizzily confused? Be willing to be led, my friend, and believe He is always at work for your good and for His glory. And as you wait on Him, do not waver in the truths of His word. Because God's word to you, is just like Jesus' hands were to that blind man long ago.

The unfolding of Your words gives light; it gives understanding to the simple. Psalm 119:130

How thankful I am for His word as I journey through this chaotic world with a simple faith. Likewise, how thankful I was to put my contacts in my eyes after that confusing country walk. Because I can see clearly now, they are one and the same.