A Miracle of Mercy

"Thus the Lord has done for me and looked upon me to take my reproach among the people (Luke 1:25)," Elizabeth - mother of John the Baptist.

Zechariah and Elizabeth prayed for children, longed for them, probably begged God to open Elizabeth's womb and bless them with fruit from their union.

They walked a hard road.

I've journeyed with friends and loved ones along that same road, felt the depth of the sorrow with empathy, and experienced a sense of guilt, when the Lord granted us the precious gift of babies. 

They, like others who've taken that journey, no doubt wondered at why God's hand seemed turned against them - after all, He is the very God who declared:

Children are a gift, a reward. 

So to not have a child is a punishment? A sign of displeasure? God's discontentment?

Yet, we know that can't be true.

The words the Lord wrote about Zechariah and Elizabeth (through the pen of Luke, the doctor) show us how pleased and beloved this couple were in God's eyes:

"They were BOTH righteous before the Lord, walking blamelessly in all His commandments...(Luke 1:6)"

However, to this aged couple, this wasn't their perspective, because the community around them made them feel shamed, rejected, and disgraced. 

I can hear the whispers, see the side-looks, the roll of the eyes that left Elizabeth feeling like she was NOT ENOUGH. 

Ah.... "But God!"

As with most of our suffering, we can't even begin to imagine what His thoughts and motives are... 

There's always a plan.

There's always a there and then, when all will make sense.

AND SO IT DID (even though, at first, Zechariah had a difficult time believing the words the angel spoke).

The "fulness of time had come."

The darkness and the silence of 400 years were about to be lifted.

Light would dawn.

The Lord needed a servant, a child raised by parents like Elizabeth and Zechariah, who would pour the TRUTH OF THE WORD into him.

A servant to walk the path in the same power of Elijah, to live out life as a Nazarite (and, filled with the Holy Spirit from birth), obediently willing to prepare the way for the Light to come. 

This boy would be raised to know from the earliest of days that he was a miracle of mercy, sent by God to bless his parents, and to smooth out the rough places for the Savior-to-come. 

This story is a challenge to us all. First:

Every child is a miracle of mercy.

John knew this truth before he learned to talk. 

This truth regarding his identity formed the path he walked.

This truth, alone, determined his outlook, his perspective on all things, and gave him meaningful purpose and validation. 

Aren't we all searching for meaningful purpose?

Every child is a miracle of mercy.

Every child is created in the image of God.

Every child should grow up knowing he/she has a God-ordained-purpose to fulfill. 

It won't look like John the Baptist's destiny.

It will be a uniquely-made-fit just for them; but, it will direct their paths, giving great fulfillment!

It's never too late to live in this identity truth.

You are created with purpose to fulfill! It goes without question...

...and, knowing it has certainly changed my trajectory (I couldn't be more content).

You, too, are a miracle of mercy - 

Let's walk together in that truth, and allow it to shape and mold our future.

Lessons Learned and Stories from the Journey

I interrupt my current blog series (pulling from the life of John the Baptist) to share a bit of an update on my last "journey with Jesus." 

I made it home from Cyprus last night, after about an almost 40-hour trip door to door. 

To say "I'm whooped" is not an exaggeration.

Yet, as I say those words, joy bubbles up and over.

My Lord met me on two different islands where the Apostle Paul set his feet, so many years ago. 

Nearly 20 days ago, I stepped onto a plane in Durango and flew to Malta, ten days later I stepped off another flight in Cyprus. 

There I spent my days with two incredible groups of volunteers, each of whom raised financial support to journey so far from home simply love on global workers and "bring them Jesus." 

Keep in mind, when we pay for these trips, we are also raising enough money to help scholarship one woman serving in a country that is not their passport country. 

Our days start with breakfast and typically put us in bed no sooner than 10 PM. We don't stop in between...not very often. 

While our locations are peaceful, beautiful, and, hand-picked to bring soul-rest, we don't go to "see the sites."

We simply go to give of ourselves however the Lord chooses to use us.

He never fails to show up! 

I tell you this, not because I'm trying to gain a pat-on-the-back, but because I find no greater joy than living out what I've been called to do. 

Although, as I told the women one morning as I stood to speak, overlooking the turquoise blue waters of the Mediterranean, "I guess there could be worse places to speak..."  🤣

In a minute, I'll share a couple of stories that will, hopefully, help you see what I return tired, but trumpeting the praises of my Lord, who still works miracles and showed me a little "taste of heaven." 

First, the Lord specifically gave me two personal purposes for being gone this long. Both of them came from Paul's visits to these islands.

Because I arrived in Malta first...I'd invite you to read the account of his story in Acts 27 -28. Paul's influence on this island still lives. There are vibrant examples of his ministry every where you travel. He brought the Word of the Lord, amidst a tragedy at sea and a near-death-experience from the bite of a poisonous viper. As a result, the lives of the Maltese people would never be the same. 

It wasn't the story that caught my attention as I read this history lesson in these chapters. 

It was the etymology of the word: Malta.

From the Greek, Melite - literally, the name means "honey."

As the Lord stirred my heart, I knew my first purpose in saying 'yes' to this trip was simple: to fulfill the true meaning of the word by bringing the Word-of-the-Lord (just as Paul did).

Of course, this Scripture popped into my head:

The Cyprus story is found in Acts 13. There, Paul and Barnabas have a run-in with a false-prophet named Bar-Jesus. As Paul, filled with the Holy Spirit rebukes this fellow, he says these words, "...will you not stop making crooked the straight paths of the Lord (verse 10)?" Actually, his brutal honesty is pretty reminiscent of John-the-Baptist, right? 

Purpose #2 - Keep preparing the way of our coming King with straight paths...an unquestioning road directly that leads directly to His heart.

If you're still with me....these aren't just lessons for me.

They simply aren't meant for women who came to Malta and Cyprus to retreat, regroup, and return to their areas of service renewed. 

These words are meant for us all. 

Prepare straight paths to the coming King (who is the Word - Logos) using the sweet honey of Truth from the Word (the Logos). 

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If you want to keep reading, here are a couple stories that stand out to me.

In Malta, a woman came from Eastern Europe (undisclosed location). She arrived battle-weary, - emotionally, spiritually, physically, literally exhausted. She did not really want to be with us, but her sending organization felt she needed this retreat. From the get-go she let us know this in no uncertain terms. We asked her to "just try." Come to one of the sessions and see what happens. She did. She kept coming back. I also had the privilege to be her counselor and we spent an hour together, as she unloaded, sifted through the scattered pieces of her story, and tried to put the picture back together to make some semblance of sense. She got her hair cut, enjoyed a pedicure, and spent another hour just praying with another volunteer. On the last morning, I joined her for breakfast. I asked her what she would take away with her from the retreat. She responded, "I've never been to a retreat like this. It's the best I've ever participated in. You care for the whole person, give and love and sacrifice, and I received more than I could have ever known possible." I have to say, over the days we met, her entire demeanor changed. The Lord truly gave her a reset.

In Cyprus, we had women who joined us from Ukraine, Russia, Egypt, Israel, Lebanon, Turkey, Jordan...I think you are getting the picture. The last night is always a night of worship, followed by communion. The women from Israel, held hands with the women from Lebanon, walked together to the communion table to gather the elements, then stood in a circle of unity and shared in the Lord's Supper together. Later they told us, one of them laughed as she teasingly asked, "Should we even be doing this?" Laughter to tears. Yes! Yes! Here was a little picture of heaven. Oh, how, I sensed the Lord smiling. More tears. How good is our God?

Besides speaking and counseling, I co-facilitated a small group of 6 women. One of the gals, who came with a friend, evacuated Ukraine at the beginning of the war to Poland. She speaks Ukrainian, Polish and Russian. Not much English. The first night, I must be honest, I wondered, "Lord, how will this even work? You somehow need to be a translator..." Google Translate became my best friend, as she turned on the microphone during the speaking sessions and translated my messages, as we discussed together in the small group. Then one of our Israel gals (who grew up in Germany) discovered they could communicate in Russian...and, this was God's best for sharing heart to heart. However, EVEN IF, we had not been able to work through the communication barriers, all the gifts we bring to surprise the ladies with daily spoke to this sweet young woman. She was so moved by the presents. Daily she came to tears as she received one-more-gift-of-love. She told us, "Never have I received so many gifts. That you came all this way to bring me this, to love me, to go the extra mile to communicate with me, and to pray over me every day, says more to me about the love of God than I have ever understood." 

This is why I go...

God shows up, works miracles, transforms lives, and unveils a little picture of heaven. 

Finding Our Purpose in Insecurity

True confession.

It is my natural tendency to live and battle insecurity.

I can do fake-confidence fairly well, but inside is another story. 

The good news is that when we recognize something that is a weakness, we can deal with it.

As I've mentioned before in other blogs, I have a process I walk through with the Lord and it truly helps me to step into a true-confidence that is based not on comparison or contrast with others; not on what I think about me when I step in front of a mirror; and, definitely not on validation, or no validation (as the case may be), from others.

My journey always takes a walk with a stop at several junctures:

First, a deep look into the heart of my God and my Savior. His character matters. He can't ever be untrue to His character. I remind myself who it is that created me, saved me, and called me. This Lord is the one who also equips. 

..."He cannot deny Himself (2 Timothy 2:13b)"

Next, I remember what the Lord says about me and to me (in reality, at the bottom line, this matters far more than what anyone else thinks). He says to me over and over:

"I am His beloved daughter."
"He finds great joy in me."
"He is with me...always...wherever I go and His presence brings me joy I can step into."
"His love is enduring."
"He sees me."
"He provides everything I need."
"He will empower me and give me His Words."

That is only a partial list and I could go on at length. Please add your own to it.

I spend time just worshipping a God who is all this and says all this TO ME! How can I not.

I simply allow Him to fill me up by way of these reminders; and, as I receive HIS TRUTH, I sense the GOD-confidence level rising.

I know whose I am and who I am in Him; and, I trust Him.

This is my prelude to introduce another aspect of John the Baptist's character that is endearing.

This unique and mysterious prophet knew without a shadow of a doubt TO WHOM HE BELONGED and WHO HE WAS.

This is important...

Our purpose on this earthly planet is birthed out of whose we are.

Our calling births our mission, while we're here.

And, finally, out of the mission comes our message.

All of this is true of John...and, what is true for him, we can certainly apply to ourselves.

John's miraculous birth was no accident.

Every birth boasts a miracle (especially in this day and age with abortion statistics skyrocketing).

But, what if?

What if?

What if, John's birth and his story is an invitation for you and I to also step into our purpose, our specific mission, and our message?

I believe it is...

Over the next few weeks, let's take a look at what the Lord says about John (there's a few surprise identity truths in there for us to claim, as well)...and, let's walk in John the Baptist's sandals to learn how to serve our Lord, who is to come again, confidently...within the context of our unique purpose, mission and with our very own message...

Odd for God?

When you think of OT prophets - men like Isaiah, Jeremiah, Hosea, Jonah, Elijah - what words come to mind to describe them?

I’ve asked around this week, while in Malta, where I’m preparing to share from God’s Word to some incredible women serving from all over in the Mediterranean (I’ll sprinkle some pictures throughout this post to give a “flavor.”)

Some of these gals agreed that they were all bold.

Others used words like “fiery,” still others gave me a smattering of descriptors:

Courageous.

Weird.

Different.

Hard to understand.

Stubborn.

Unpersonable.

Feisty.

Goofy.

BIZARRE!

Probably the word “weird” is the one that resonated most with me.

Think about it (here’s a short list):

Isaiah walked about naked for a season as he prophesied.

Jeremiah hid his underwear under a rock by the Euphrates River, dug it back up again, then used it as a metaphor for a prophesy of judgment.

Hosea married a prostitute, and if that wasn’t strange enough, do you remember the names of his children?

Of course, we all recall Jonah, who ran from God, allowed himself to get swallowed by a large fish, who then vomited him back on land after he finally repented.

Ezekiel ate a scroll…

Balaam chatted with a donkey…

Just downright strange.

Then after 400 years of silence, enter John the Baptist, who came eating locusts and wild honey, and dressed in “sack cloth.”

Sack cloth! Camel’s hair. 

Anytime someone wore sack cloth (made of camel’s hair, sometimes goat hair, it meant they were in grieving mode, lamenting the loss of something or someone. 

He was a wild looking man, and, as one author wrote, “clearly poured from the prophetic mold of the Old Testament). 

His message bridged the distance between those dark years and the New Testament.

He would be the last in the long line of prophets who would speak for the Lord God…and, he would be just as odd. 

Yet, we can no more dismiss John the Baptist than any other of the Major or Minor Prophets whose words, actions, and deeds are recorded for us in Scripture.

Every one of these men, strange as they might be, were God’s mouthpieces, sent to stir the hearts of the children of Israel, that they might return to the Lord and be restored to Him.

Each oddity God used to speak a truth so bold that His people might find themselves repentant and able to avoid the wrath and judgment to come. 

All of them spoke one message: Repent!

And if there is a message no one wants to hear it is that one. 

I’ve pondered this a lot during the week, especially as I traveled from Colorado to Frankfurt to Malta. 🇲🇹 

When I sensed God asking me the question if I were willing to be a “pre-Advent” to the Lord’s second Advent, a John/Johanna of sorts, to prepare the way for our coming King, I wondered what that might look like practically speaking?

I’ve come up with a few thoughts…but the first one revolves around this consideration:

Am I willing to be considered odd for God? 

For those He calls are often misunderstood.

Those He seeks to step into roles of ministry don’t fit the everyday mold of American acceptance.

As one of our women said today - the world is looking of us (as women) to be “Taylor’s, Sabrina’s and Rhianna’s,” but that’s not what God is looking for at all. He’s seeking women who will serve not seek to be served. He’s looking for women who will speak up for His truth; not women who promote immorality and ungodly values. He’s looking for women who aren’t desiring popularity, but women who desire intimacy with the Almighty.”  

Women like this will be ostracized, called strange, different, bizarre, and, yes, odd.

We can anticipate it. 

Am I prepared for THIS as one being called to prepare the way of the Lord? 

It’s a serious ask.

The Lord's Quest & An Invitation

"There came a man sent from God, whose name was John (John 1:6) ."

This man (not a real photo - smile 😆) has been living inside my head for months.

He's had a lot to say, so I've taken no small amount of time to listen to him; and, honestly, his life lends itself to many a lesson for us living in these "last days."

At least we are closer to last days than ever before.

When I say last days, I mean the time-frame leading up to the second Advent of Jesus.

John (whom we know as The Baptizer) arrived on the scene of history at a crucial time, as the pre-Advent of the Advent of the Messiah.

The Lord has a way of doing that, doesn't He?

In the midst of darkness and deception, despair and destruction,  division and danger, God finds His man (or, woman) and brings him on the scene as a spokes-person. 

He does, however, wait until the timing is right (Paul, the Apostle calls this "in the fulness of time").

In John's case, the Lord waited a very long 400 years.

When the prophet Malachi spoke his last words, God stopped speaking (and, His words through Malachi were fairly ominous):

"Remember the law of my servant Moses, the statutes and rules that I commanded him at Horeb for all Israel. Behold, I will send you Elijah the prophet before the great and awesome day of the Lord comes. And he will turn the hearts of fathers to their children and the hearts of children to their fathers, lest I come and strike the land with a decree of utter destruction (Malachi 4:4-6)."

Remember the law...

The people didn't - they went their own way.

So the Lord "went dark."

You know what I mean when I use the term dark: God went silent.

His voice was no longer heard through men to men.

No new prophets.

No visionaries.

No miracles.

No judges.

No kings.

No cupbearers.

Crickets.

Just some priests and religious leaders who made up the "rules" as they went (and, more often than not, they were corrupt with nothing but evil in their hearts). These were men who twisted the truth to make it say what they wanted it to say, causing God's Words to be maligned and misinterpreted. 

The result: chaos and confusion.

No one really knew anymore what they believed and why.

As the voice of God goes, so goes the world. 

"Dark" bred darkness - politically, economically, socially, morally, and most of all, spiritually.

By the time the fulness of time had rolled around, the Lord needed a man, His guy, to stand in the gap and to prepare the way for the coming King just like He did during the Old Testament.

"And, I searched for a man among them who should build up the wall and stand in the gap before Me for the land, that I should not destroy it, but I found no one (Ezekiel 22:30)."

God is still looking for people who will make a difference, who will rebuild walls of righteousness in our world.

Since he had trouble finding such a one, the Lord "sent a man," miraculously, through the aged priest, Zechariah and his barren wife, Elizabeth. 

Enter: John the Baptist.

A little bit wild, a little bit odd, but completely sold out for the Lord.

John came into the world a bit like a fire cracker - a burst of flame and then gone too soon; but he left a big mark!

As I've studied John's life, I'm convinced, God is, right now, looking for men and women to pre-Advent the Advent. 

We won't all be imitators of John, thank goodness (I certainly don't want to dress in camel hair, and I sure don't care about eating locusts).

Yet, the world today, while not quite as dark as it was between the two testaments of our Bibles, finds itself in chaos and confusion. 

In general, we live in an era of darkness and depravity; moral corruption and spiritual decadence; pure evil and God-forsaken-idolatry (believe me, Baal still dictates and Molech still cries out for our children). 

We live for our own truth, do what "feels"right to us (even if the Scriptures tell us it is wrong), and seek to walk our own path.

Before John spoke anything else to me, his life demanded I answer this one question: Are you willing to be a pre-Advent to the Advent? Are you willing to commit to stand in the gap as we wait for the COMING? 

The Lord is on a quest for another John/Johanna; and, we are invited to the challenge...

What Are You Carrying?

We've had a lot of company over the last few weeks.

Great folks.

Incredible fellowship.

Deep conversations.

Sweet prayers.

Even some good old cowboy gospel singin'...

Wouldn't trade any of it, even if my little self leans to the fairly introverted side of the scale.

In the midst of all the friends and fun, my shoulders and arms have been aching for the past several months. 

I had X-rays last spring, and they didn't show much, tendonitis the doctor said.

He sent me to a PT.

She gave me some stretching exercises.

Those helped....one shoulder....but not the other (in fact, it's worse). 

Sometimes everything seems to catch on everything else inside when I move, and when it does, the hurt then causes my breath to catch. 

So, my other option is probably a steroid shot before I head out to my next speaking event (out of country). 

I'll be gone for about 18 days, then home for a few, and gone for another couple weeks (also out of country). 

But, I don't want to be like King Asa, who, although for most of his life did good things, as he got old, he became diseased in his feet. At this point, he forgot to seek help from the Lord, but went straight to the physicians (2 Chronicles 16:12). 

Since Scripture points this out, we can assume this didn't fall in the "credit-to-his-account-for-righteousness" column.

So, on Saturday night, we asked our company-in-residence if they would pray with us, and ask the Lord to alleviate the pain. Yet, if a steroid shot was a part of His will, for that to be made clear.

What precious prayers from the Lord's servants!

As my friend, Brenda, began to pray, she felt led to ask me a question: "What are you carrying that you don't need to be?"

She didn't mean physically. 

She meant in the spiritual realm, so my answer was to just be between myself and the Lord.

"Can't think of anything," I immediately thought, although as soon as that popped into my head, I felt a check in my spirit.

I knew I needed to be about some reflection, and for the next couple of days, simply nothing came to mind.

Until last night. 

For months I've been working on a new series for these two upcoming conferences (one in Malta and the next in Cyprus). 

I've been excited about it. 

The first two sessions came together easily and rapidly, but I've been unable to sit with the third session, and, in spite of having an outline, between the company and my otherwise occupied mind, nothing seemed clear. It felt quite frustrating! Burdensome, in fact. 

Then, I received an email from the "boss," who shared the situations and circumstances surrounding so many of our attendees (and, even within our volunteer ranks). 

Life has been HARD for so many of these gals. 

Somewhere in the middle of the night, I realized that even though I thought I heard the Lord clearly on what I was supposed to share, that new series needed to go onto the back burner. 

The Lord, it seems, has three totally different sessions in mind for these gals - much more appropriate for the stuff-of-life-occupying-their-minds. 

I'm certain there is a someday for the retreat I just wrote (entitled "Who Are You?"); BUT, SOMEDAY IS NOT NOW! 

As soon as I made the decision to replace what GOD MEANS for SOMEDAY in the HERE AND NOW, I felt a burden lift. 

Somehow I knew that series would be for another time and another place and another group of women, but I'd been wrestling inside my heart to make it work - HAULING ROCKS ON THE SPIRITUAL SHOULDERS OF MY SOUL.

My physical pain has been a reminder that sometimes there is a connection with a spiritual burden.

I certainly wish I could say that with that realization my "glenohumeral joints" are perfectly fine; BUT, NO...the pain hasn't disappeared...

However, the weight in my spirit is gone, and as I "let go," I sensed my spiritual shoulders relax. 

So, what is the lesson for someone who might read this random "thought?"

It's this...

In all things, at all times, in all circumstances, "pay attention to the tension" inside (who knows, maybe it is being reflected on the outside, so pay attention to that, too!).

PAY ATTENTION TO THE TENSION FOR THE LORD MAY BE TRYING TO GET YOUR ATTENTION!

The Lord may simply be attempting to reveal something new, to lighten the load you carry, to show you a better path and the next right steps.

My job / our job is to simply trust Him, seek Him, and stay surrendered with that age-old favorite Hebrew word of mine on our lips: Hineni.

Here I am Lord.

Use me.

"You're Gonna Do Big Things for Christ!"

From time to time, well-meaning friends have offered encouragement with these types of words, "You are gonna do great!"

Generally, it's in response to a prayer request for an upcoming speaking event, where my heart and intent is that the Lord's words be spoken with integrity.

I take very seriously James 3:1, which reads:

"Not many of you should become teachers...for you know that we who teach will be judged with greater strictness (ESV)."

No matter what version you read, the verse stings with conviction!

I also heard (more when younger), "You guys will, undoubtedly, do BIG THINGS for the Lord." 

These statements ran through my mind this week as we hosted, loved on, and shared lives with a rural pastor and his wife who've served faithfully in small churches for the last 30-some years. Their current church boasts a membership of about 70.

Plus, we visited this week with a dear friend serving a church of 12-members (having left a church over three times that size), where he and his wife heard a clear call to minister.  By the way, this is a pretty "big" church for that area. 

The words "big" and "great" are really undefinable.

What is big to one is small to another and, maybe, HUGE to someone else. 

Both words imply comparison.

For this ❤ is big next to ❤

This ❤ is bigger...

...but this ❤ is BIGGEST, yet.

These words can also trip up Jesus-followers, especially if they have a desire to make a difference.

Ruth Chou Simons asks in one of her books:

"Can a small and hidden life be as glorious as one seen and heard across the globe?"

It's a valid question, and one those of us who serve the Kingdom in often small and out of the way places ask ourselves (albeit, silently) regularly.

Again, the words "big" and "great" mean something entirely different to those who live in this world; but we will never serve with persistence and steadfastness if we continue to look through the "perspecticals" of the world.

The world's way of measuring is totally different than the Lord's way.

The world measures in dollars, the size of the audience, the numbers of likes and followers on social media. The world measures in influence. 

Not so the Lord.

The Lord measures in faithfulness.

Are we walking in Jesus' footsteps? Are we living dead, dying-to-self, daily? Do we seek His face, discipline ourselves for godliness, serve with humility; and more importantly, are we living His purpose for our lives?

This is God's ruler: 

Are we seeking to bring Him glory? 

Are we displays of His splendor? 

Are we reflections of His character?

Are we lights in the darkness?

Grace and mercy (John 1:14)? Truth and wisdom? Creativity and love for all mankind (Psalm 19:1)? 

That's the answer to the question above that caused me pause this week...

...for the answer is: Yes! What seems to be a small and hidden life might be even more glorious as we look at how things are as seen through God's eyes.

Faithfully raising littles to love the Lord with all their heart, mind, soul and strength?

That's a big work!

Speaking Jesus to small audiences?

That's a big work!

Building a wall, like Nehemiah, because you know that no city can stand protected without one?

That's a great work (BTW, Nehemiah knew it and he refused to stop repairing the wall until it was finished)!

Cleaning floors, picking up trash, wiping out toilets in your church for only a nod, and not even a pat on the back? 

That's a big work!

Can I just be a sticky note on your refrigerator this week reminding you that if you are serving as "unto the Lord" and not as "unto yourself," the Lord sees, He cares, and He will reward in due time.

In the midst of all this pondering, I was reminded of two songs. One is a stanza from an age-old hymn, the other a more recent message in music by Casting Crowns. 

First the hymn: All Glory Be to Christ

"Should nothing of our efforts stand, no legacy survive;

Unless the Lord doth raise the house, in vain its builders strive.

To you who boast tomorrow's gain, tell me what is your life?

A mist that vanishes at dawn...

All glory be to Christ!"

Then these words from "Only Jesus."

All the Kingdoms built,

All the trophies won,

Will crumble into dust, when it's said and done.

'Cause all that really matters - 

Did I live the truth to the ones I love?

Was my life the proof that there is only one, whose name will last forever?

I don't want to leave a legacy

I don't care if they remember me

Only Jesus.

And I, I've only got one life to live,

I'll let every second point to Him

Only Jesus

It's true - when all is said and done, all that really matters is faithfully following and making certain that His name is remembered, and His story is told. 

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With that it feels a bit odd to let you know that I have a new Advent devotional that was birthed this week through Amazon. If you're interested in a short, little devotional that will help you focus on Jesus during the Christmas season, you can find that book here (both Kindle and Paperback): Don't Drop Jesus.