Holy--a small word that can hardly, humanly be defined. Descriptive words that embody holiness are: perfect, sacred, set apart, divine. When men in the Bible encountered God's holiness, their response was similar; they each fell face down in humble worship. Likewise, when you or I allow our hearts and minds to dwell on the great I AM in this way, we too, become like Isaiah, and Ezekial, and Paul--we become wholly His.

Wholly--all-in, everything, full capacity, entirely. I love this promise found in Scripture: For the eyes of the Lord move to and fro throughout the earth, that He may strongly support those whose heart is completely His. ( II Chronicles 16:9) I want to be strongly supported by an Almighty God, don't you? I want to be completely His. But often times, things (and I mean frivolous, meaningless, empty things) lure me away. Each thing punctures my heart, causing me to become...

Holey--crack, breach, rift, leak. God says, "For My people have committed two evils: they have forsaken Me, the fountain of living waters, to hew for themselves cisterns, broken cisterns that can hold no water." (Jeremiah 2:13) I must daily make a choice: do I want to be wholly or holey? One is more deeply satisfying, and the other is superficially pleasurable. One is eternally rewarding, the other is temporarily gratifying. One stays full (to overflowing), the other leaks.

The King of kings asks for our whole heart. He then promises: "He who believes in Me...from his innermost being shall flow rivers of living water." (John 7:38) The only hole in the vessel should be the one in which His love flows.

I want to be still enough in God's presence to hear the angels sing, "Holy, Holy, Holy!" I want to fall face down in humble worship. I want to be filled completely with His power and His love. And then from my whole heart, I want to cry out, "Here I am Lord, send me!" (Isaiah 6:8)

I grew up in the deep southern woods of Mississippi--lots and lots of pine trees towered over our home. So when I moved "way up here" in Tennessee, the colorful fall season took me by surprise. Year after year, I am mesmerized by the radiant reds, the fiery oranges, and the brilliant golds that are bursting from the trees and bushes--incredible, breath-taking beauty.

I'm sure I am not the first to correlate God's seasons with His love story:

Fall represents His dying for us on the cross.

Winter represents His burial, enclosed in a death that we will never have to endure.

Spring represents His resurrection... a newness of life for all who believe.

And Summer represents the growth and abundance of this new life.

So, here we are again in the seasonal cycle; the glorious fall surrounds us. It's hard to believe these brilliant leaves on the trees are actually dying. But isn't that exactly what happened at the cross? Listen to Jesus' words to His Father, just before He was taken into custody:

Father, it's time. Display the bright splendor of Your Son so the Son in turn may show Your bright splendor." (msg, John 17:1)

Come to Me all you are weary and heavy laden and I will give you rest.
Matthew 11:28 Two thousand years ago, the King of Glory hung on a tree, dying. His fiery passion for the world He loved held Him there, not the nails. His perfect crimson blood was willingly shed for you and me. And as our Savior's life was drained from Him, it was the most tragically beautiful gift to behold. Before the darkness of "winter" encroached, the Light of the World triumphantly cried out, "It is finished." Indeed, it was awe-full.

Today, this day, when I see the radiance all around me and watch these colorful trees of the field clapping their hands, I know why they're applauding. I want to join them in honor of the King that gave His life a ransom for many. So I too, will praise Him, and thank Him... for His glorious Fall.

Every morning, I work through my ritual of getting ready for the day. I brush my teeth, wash my face, and begin the "beautifying" process in front of my mirror (that tells no lies!). As the years go by, and the beauty marks make their lasting imprints in the form of spots, and dots, and lines, I must intentionally choose to fight discouragement. In doing so, the Lord sweetly reminds me of my true Mirror, His Word. God longs to speak into my life much like the physical mirror "speaks." For example:

I wash my face; His Word washes over me, making me clean once again.

I brush my teeth; His Word freshens my spirit, and give me words to encourage others.

I pluck my eyebrows (I was "blessed" with a lovely uni-brow); His Word points out areas of my thinking process that need to be "nipped in the bud."

I apply facial cream; His Word soothes my soul like nothing else in this world can match.

And finally, I apply the make-up; His Word promises to enhance the beautiful Work that already exists in me.

Just as I have a ritual in front of the mirror on my wall, my heart needs to remember the importance of quietly sitting with my Mirror in my hands. I must hold His Word, peer into His Word, listen to His Word, and then obey His Word--all for my good! The desire of my heart is to age beautifully; I want to look more and more like my Savior each day. After all, the real truth is that I am (and you are) His image-bearer. (Genesis 1:27)

I love what my Mirror told me this morning: They looked to Him and were radiant, and their faces shall never be ashamed. (Psalm 34:5)

I choose the truths of the Mirror in my hands way over the truths of the mirror on my wall.

You're Beautiful because He is,

Chris

A passage of Scripture got me to thinking about forgiveness. I found myself contemplating this term and asking, "What is the full meaning of forgiveness, anyway? What does it look like in my life, today?" I love the Biblical word pictures that came to mind:

I see Christ hurling my sins into the depths of the sea. (Micah 7:19)

I see Christ cleaning my sin-filled, scarlet-stained heart, making me white as snow. (Is 1:18)

And I see Christ trampling my iniquities under His foot. (Micah 7:19)

Ah, forgiveness. Thank you, Lord Jesus, for Your mercy and grace that was poured out at the cross! The Righteous for the unrighteous; the King for the prisoner; the Rich for the poor. I choose to hold this Hand!

If I just stopped right there, I could rest AND rejoice. But, my heart knows that Scripture speaks into forgiveness further.

Jesus, teaching His disciples (us) to pray, said we should pray in this way, "...and forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors." (Matthew 6:12) Really? Yes, really. He goes on to say, "If you do not forgive men, then your Father will not forgive your transgressions." (Matthew 6:15) Ouch.

So, on the other Hand, I have to ask myself:

Am I hurling someone's sin (that hurt me) into the depths of the sea?

Am I washing away their deliberate (or not deliberate) stain that was thrown onto my heart?

And I trampling their wrong-doing (not the wrong-doer) under my foot?

To some, right now, this Hand of forgiveness seems impossible. But, let me remind you, it's not your Hand. The same Forgiver that died for you, is also alive in you--One Savior, two Hands. He is the One who will enable you to do the humanly impossible: the hurling, the washing, the trampling. Trust Him, then obey Him.

What is forgiveness? I believe it's rejoicing in the sweet release from our own sin, as well as relinquishing the sin and its effects (the hurt, the bitterness, the resentment) of those who trespass against us.

Nails were pierced through both Hands so you could be free indeed.

With this love,

Chris

Foundation of Love

May every floorboard of every room be founded on the love of Jesus Christ;

in Him alone we will not be shaken.

Walls of Joy

May the joyful and contagious laughter of the abundant life of Christ ring

throughout the walls of our home.

Ceilings of Peace

May You seal each room, dear Father, with Your sweet blanket of peace,

and may Your protective hand rest on our rooftop.

Hallways and Stairways of Patience

Please give me Your patience with each child as they pass through

each of the stages and phases of growth. Also, please fill my children's hearts with

genuine patience towards one another as they walk life together.

Windows of Kindness and Doorways of Goodness

May all who look into this home be enthralled by Your warming light;

and when these welcomed guests enter in, may the feel surrounded by

the goodness of Your love.

Playrooms and Schoolrooms of Gentleness

May Your tender touch abound in the hearts of my children as the play, learn,

and live together. And dear Father, may I lead gently--the way You so

gently lead me.

Bedrooms of Faithfulness

Please bless our marriage with a beautiful love for one another--the kind

You planned from the beginning. And may my children's bedrooms never be

a place of secrecy; rather, a sanctuary, filled with quiet times with

their faithful Redeemer.

Kitchen of Self-control

May You be the King of the kitchen, not me.

And as we gather around our table, may we feast on Your abundant

grace and love.

AMEN.

In naming this new blog-site, friends have asked, "Why this title? Don't you think it might be a little difficult to find?" I fully realize "respite" is not a common word, nor an easy one to spell. However, the Lord laid this name, "Respite for the Weary," on my heart long before I knew I would have a blog-site (or even before I knew what a blog-site was for that matter).

I would like to break down the title for you to further define its meaning. So, here goes:

Respite--break, breather, interval, intermission, interlude, lull, pause, time-out, relief, repose, let-up

for the Weary--tired, worn out, exhausted, fatigued, sapped, burnt-out, dog-tired, spent, drained, ready to drop, bushed, worn to a frazzle, pooped, tuckered out

Do any of these weary words describe you? I think I would have picked sapped this morning.(I'm still getting over the flu-like symptoms that I wrote about in My Very First Post).

I can safely compare "life" to running a marathon because the Bible makes this same analogy in Hebrews 12. Life is ongoing--lots of delights, but yet, lots of drudges too. My ongoing challenge is to hold onto the "daily greats" that are (sometimes hidden) within the daily grinds. My desire is for this place, this blog, to be a small breather for the fatigued. Because when you get a pause, you can re-focus and jump back in, refreshed and ready for the next portion of your marathon. Don't give up, sister; we're in this life-run together.

My goal is to take you to the one true Respite, God's Word. I pray that the Lord would use me to present His Word simply, and that you would savor His sweetness. I pray that I would teach His word truthfully, and that you would breathe in His fresh air. I pray that I would encourage you directly, and that you would drink in His living water. He will sustain you each and every step--that's a promise found in Psalm 55:22.

So keep running, my friend, but not without taking an interval of peace from the chaos that daily bombards your schedule. Be still enough to hear His voice say, "Come to Me...". He has what you need.

It is for this reason, I quietly invite you to this specific blog-site, with this specific name, Respite for the Weary.

His peace empowers,

Chris