 Over the Thanksgiving break we were able to make a getaway to the Texas Coast. I would consider myself a fishing addict. No matter what the weather, or wind, or forecast of no fish, I want to get out there and just get a line in the water. Even if I was led to a body of water and told there was only one fish, I would still feel like I was going to catch it. It’s the thought that a gambling addict must have in Vegas….just one more pull…well for me, it’s “just one more cast...” I started thinking about that anticipation. What if I went into every day with so much excitement to see what God was going to put on the end of my line? It could be a new soul that would be led to him through my witness, a new opportunity to serve Him, or a new adventure he was going to take me on. When was the last time you woke up and thought, I’m going to cast my line, and see what God has for me? I’m going to wait on the edge of the boat and not even sit down because I don’t want to miss the opportunity to set the hook when God taps the line. And remember, anything on God’s line is a keeper. There are no throwbacks, none too little, and no pointless catches.
Matthew 4:19 "And he saith unto them, Come ye after me, and I will make you fishers of me."
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 It's been on my heart to write a blog regarding thanksgiving, and I just never quite felt led in one direction or another, until Sunday at church.
At our church, we take communion every other week. Sadie, my 3-year-old, got her cracker and her juice and we all filed back down our aisle. As the preacher was talking about the act of taking communion, Sadie looked at me, and excitedly whispered, “I like this part”. Without thinking, I said, “Me too babe”. And yes, it’s true I do like that part, but not because of what we are remembering. I don’t like that Jesus was beaten, tortured, and mocked for me. I don’t like that he cried out to God in agony on my behalf. But I like this part...I like that it didn’t end there. I like the part when we Jesus rose, and promised me redemption through His blood. That’s the part I like. So, I know that Sadie likes communion because she gets the mini sized cracker and she thinks the small plastic cups of juice are cute, but one day my hope is that she likes it because she eats and drinks in the grace Jesus offered on the cross. I hate what happened on the cross that day to one man, all at the same time, knowing that it saved my soul...and for that, I am the most thankful of sinners this Thanksgiving week….I like that part. Isaiah 53:5 “But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.”  I try to exercise at least a few times a week, but that can be difficult with a 3 year old wrapped around your legs. Sadie was busy playing outside, and so I decided I would just walk some laps up and down our driveway. It’s probably 100 yards of crushed gravel, and I just walked up and down to the mailbox and back. As I heard the crunching of the gravel under my feet, I started noticing how such a long path was created by thousands of little bitty rocks. I reflected on how this is similar to the body of believers. If we are all working for Christ in our own circles of influence, then God will use each pebble to create a path for the world that leads straight to him. The rocks on the path had a purpose, while the one’s that were off the path were just lost and purposeless. Thank you Lord that you use me as part of your bigger plan. May I lay rocks on your path, working together with other believers, to make a way for people to get to You.
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