Highest motivation

Is love for God your highest motivation?

We cannot work to earn God’s favor. We work to express God’s undeserved favor for us in winning our redemption through Jesus Christ, His Son.

I want to serve out of love for Christ and others. Whom will you choose this day to serve out of love?

Lord, please help me to choose to serve out of love for You and others.

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Pentru femeile singure sau neiubite

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Dumnezeu mă iubește și Dumnezeu te iubește.

El dezvoltă în noi calitățile Lui: modestie, smerenie, curaj, tărie de caracter, blândețe, căldură sufletească.

Dumnezeul nostru este îndurător. El ne-a curățit inimile, ne-a iertat și ne-a restaurat viețile. El ne vede fără pată. Ai ajuns la înțelegerea adâncă a faptului că ești prețioasă lui Hristos, că El Se bucură de tine și ești minunată în ochii Lui? Noi știm că nu avem frumusețea noastră ca să I-o dăruim. Tot ce e valoros în noi este rezultatul bunătății, îndurării și harului Său față de noi.

Odată ce realizăm cât de mult ne iubește Dumnezeu, viața este diferită. Suntem în libertate față de frică, comparație cu alții sau altele, încercarea de a ne măsura cu alții. Atunci putem să ne bucurăm de Hristos și dragostea Lui, căci El ne ajută să-L iubim pe El și pe cei din jur așa cum sunt.

Sunt multe femei neiubite în jurul nostru. Unele sunt rănite. Poate nimeni nu le spune că sunt minunate.

Domnul Isus îți spune astăzi că te iubește și ești prețioasă în ochii Lui. Vei lăsa dragostea Lui să fie mângâierea ta? Citește scrisoarea Lui de dragoste față de tine.

Ce efect ar avea asupra noastră faptul că noi credem cu adevărat că El ne iubește, că suntem prețioase înaintea Lui, că suntem frumoase și El continuă să dezvolte frumusețea Lui în noi?

 

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God loves me and He loves YOU !!!

God works in us modesty, humility, courage, strength of character, tenderness, warmth.

God is rich in mercy. He has cleansed us, forgiven us, restored us. He says there is no spot in us. Have you ever really grasped the fact that you are precious to Christ, that He takes great delight in you, that you are beautiful to Him? Now, we all know that it’s not that we have any natural beauty to offer Him. Anything of value that He or others see in us is all the result of His mercy and His grace.

But once you realize how much He loves you, your life will never be the same. You’ll be set free from fear, from comparison, from striving to perform and measure up to others. You’ll be able to enjoy Christ, to be secure in His love, and to truly love Him and others.

There are many unloved women around us. Maybe single women who feel that hurt that no man has ever found you desirable enough to want to be your husband. Maybe single again. You’re in that season of life where rarely if ever does anyone tell you that you are beautiful. Some married women experience that, too.

Maybe you are married and you wish your husband would express his love for you in some of the ways This groom (Christ) does for His bride (the Church)—with that intensity and that tenderness and that delight. You say that it’s been a long time sense we’ve had that kind of conversation.

Well, Jesus wants you to know and to believe that you are beautiful to Him. He delights in you. It’s all His grace. It’s a story of amazing grace.

What effect would it have on us if we really believed that He loves us and that we are precious, pure, and beautiful to Him, even though we are totally undeserving and unworthy of His love?

My love is frost and cold

“My love is frost and cold, ice and snow; let His love warm me.” (devotionals, The Valley of Vision)

Oh, Lord, I confess that my love for You, my love for others, is way too often frosty and cold, ice and snow. And so I pray, Lord, that Your love would warm my heart. May Your love warm my heart that I would be filled and used by You to warm other hearts that are ice cold and desperately in need to experience Your love.

When we’re growing in our love for Jesus, then we’re going to have the capacity to grow in our love for others.

Lord, would you show me Your love? Help me to believe it, to receive it, to experience it. Show me Your love. Would you deepen my love for You? Let me love You back, as You are worthy of being loved.

Lord, may I have grace to love You more than I do today. Then, may Your love be channeled and flow through me that I may bear much fruit for Your glory. I pray in Jesus’ name, amen.

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When An Earthly Husband Images Our Heavenly Groom

1 loveValentine’s Day is here. It’s a day when our society encourages couples to take the extra steps to show their love for one another. Give flowers. Give chocolates. Go out to dinner. Celebrate love.

Some of you reading this right now are lonely. Some have been abused or hurt deeply by a spouse. Some may be single without an earthly spouse. But all of us as Christians together have a heavenly husband, and oh how great is our Groom’s love toward us!

Scripture is full of the love of God — the cross being the supreme expression of that unfathomable love.

The LORD your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing. (Zephaniah 3:17)

I don’t know about you, but one of my biggest stumbling blocks in life is believing that God really does love me and that he is pleased with me. This constant insecurity I live with has been difficult on my marriage. At times, it drives me to lay down expectations my earthly husband was never intended to meet. On other occasions, it has driven me to doubt his love and his sincerity, not because of anything he has done, but because my doubt of God’s love is transferred as doubt of my husband’s.

And then there are all the times that I try to earn my husband’s love because I just can’t seem to get it in my head that this dear man genuinely loves me unconditionally, without exception. His love has never depended on how I looked, how much I weighed, or what I had achieved in or out of the home. He just loves me.

God in his grace and providence gave me a husband who knows my doubting and has diligently reminded me of God’s love over the years. He has even endured my mocking and scoffing as time and again he would quietly and gently relate: Jesus loves you, Luma.

One day in particular, about ten years ago, I insisted that those were trivial meaningless words thrown around in our superficial evangelical society. My wise husband, who knows that thinking is one of my gifts, asked me if I would be willing to spend one full day meditating on that statement Jesus loves you, Luma. I did. God, in his great mercy and love in Christ Jesus, has slowly made that statement blossom in my heart and mind little by little since that time.

I tend to be a more utilitarian woman, eschewing flowers and chocolates. But God has been using my husband over the years to soften me. Tulips are my favorite flowers, and I have began buying them for myself and letting my husband know that I would rejoice to receive them. I have also started enjoying chocolate. Not that these are marks of my “arrival” at anything, only the evidences of the personal softening of my heart — a heart which too often has doubted the love of Jesus.

Embracing the gospel has freed me to trust the love of my earthly husband, who has always been good to speak to me the love of our heavenly husband.

The dinner, the flowers, and the chocolate may or may not be there, but it really doesn’t matter. The best Valentine’s gift I could ever receive is a husband who is constantly reminding me, Jesus loves you, Luma.

As someone who has lived a life of doubt in that statement, I want to encourage you today. No matter where you are in this life, or what circumstance you are dealing with regarding earthly love, meditate on this: Jesus loves you.

God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. (Romans 5:8)

by Luma Simms

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You could call it a re-run, and no matter what channel, it’s always the same one… the story, that is. My outward actions might look like TBN, but my mind is channeling HBO, because the static flow in my mind is churning this anger against my brothers and sisters; callousing hatred ’till it turns into blisters.

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You see, I’ve got a rough heart that pursues only pride, and boy, I’ve tired swallowing, but it just comes back up time after time. You know, I should clean that, because surely no one wants it, but just like a dog, I return to my vomit. My heart is bulimic and my soul is exhausted.

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I’ve fallen in this hole, with the pieces of me crying out to be whole – even more, to be holy! But the whole He requires is a puzzle much too large. Besides, I lost my pieces between the pillows of the couch.

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The failures you’ve counted in seconds and minutes were taken care of in six hours of darkness. I went through a week-ness that can’t be measured, because in your darkest hour, you were still my pleasure. I was in love with your present, not your future.

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And to answer the question, no you’re not worthy. My death was the punishment you were deserving, I paid the time you should be serving, preserving My glory and reserving your spot in My family.

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My guarantee was my engagement, which meant I’d never leave you or forsake, but that I’d take you to be My bride. We’d be lawfully wed, only the vows are a little different – we don’t part after death.

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Becuase you see, you are My masterpiece, the act of Me painting My mastery over your apathy. See, Calvary was My poetry, and the Cross was My love letter, promising not just better, but perfect – unfettered to work it out and finish this art that I started before – not painting your heart, but painting Mine over yours.

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So yes, you are my canvas. You are My potter’s clay. You are the blank Word document that bears My Word, worded in such a way to make people say, “Yo, word.”

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You are My sandlot, empty and barren until I came and laid down My foundation, topped with the Cornerstone the other builders rejected. I erected the walls and prevented the falls pre-empted by sin’s call which has tempted you all and sentenced your small fate. Then I built upon you a roof of justice – a tower so tall that it points only to Me.

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In fact, this house looks so good, I’ll make it My temple, starting to resemble the image of Me, the image you see when you look at My people and find infinity and divinity inside this bit of humanity. My Trinity definitively resting and completely investing in you.

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Because YOU…

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Are my Canvas.

(Nathan Costiuc)

God’s Masterpiece is Mother

God’s Masterpiece is Mother – Herbert Farnham

God took pieces of everything wonderful to make moms.

God took the fragrance of a flower…
The majesty of a tree…
The gentleness of morning dew…
The calm of a quiet sea…
The beauty of the twilight hour…
The soul of a starry night…
The laughter of a rippling brook…
The grace of a bird in flight…
Then God fashioned from these things
A creation like no other,
And when His masterpiece was through
He called it simply – Mother.

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There is no love, like a mother’s love,
no stronger bond on earth…
like the precious bond that comes from God,
to a mother, when she gives birth.

A mother’s love is forever strong,
never changing for all time…
and when her children need her most,
a mother’s love will shine.

God bless these special mothers,
God bless them every one…
for all the tears and heartache,
and for the special work they’ve done.

When her days on earth are over,
a mother’s love lives on…
through many generations,
with God’s blessings on each one.

Be thankful for our mothers,
for they love with a higher love…
from the power God has given,
and the strength from up above.

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1 Corinteni 13:1-13

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge;
and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.
And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.
Charity suffereth long,
and is kind;
charity envieth not;
charity vaunteth not itself,
is not puffed up,
Doth not behave itself unseemly,
seeketh not her own,
is not easily provoked,
thinketh no evil;
Rejoiceth not in iniquity,
but rejoiceth in the truth;
Beareth all things,
believeth all things,
hopeth all things,
endureth all things.
Charity never faileth:
but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail;
whether there be tongues, they shall cease;
whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away.
For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.

But the greatest of these is charity!