Proclamation

I hate to write over the last post because I thought it was so good. But I'm drinking coffee and that is fuel for the expression side of my brain. CO didn't want to post the previous blog because it came from her diary and is so personal. But we believe this blog has turned into a way of holding ourselves accountable and proclaiming the goodness of God.

Everybody writes books and tells stories of how God helped them and blessed them through tough times AFTER the fact. We want to proclaim the goodness of God before the deliverance. It makes me wonder how much more interesting the story of Noah would be if it was his diary during the boat building years. And we all know life is about making great stories that gloriy God.

Anyway... this one verse has been stuck in my head for 5-6 years and has really been tattooed on my consciousness the past few weeks.

Listen to me, you islands. Pay attention, you people far away. Before I was born, the Lord chose me. While I was in my mother's womb, he recorded my name. He made my tongue like a sharp sword and hid me in the palm of his hand. He made me like a sharpened arrow and hid me in his quiver. He said to me, “You are my servant Israel. I will display my glory through you.” Isaiah 49:1-3 (God's Word)

This verse is for me as much as it was for anybody else in the past, present, and future. I know I'm not the Israel Isaiah knew when he prophesied this verse. But God knew I would be adopted into His family through Christ and therefore I believe I'm as much "Israel" as Israel himself. SO! that verse is for me and I claim it as MINE!

God will be gloried through me and my house one way or the other. We are simply being sharpened right now.

Iron on the wet stone, and it hurts like a mother. The English Standard Version says "a polished arrow". God's using some elbow grease with 200 grit sandpaper right now, but before he puts us in his quiver, we'll be ready to fly true and stick hard. When the time is right and that specific target walks out into the open. He'll simply draw us out, load us in his bow, breath in, breath out, release. After a nice solid "SWAK!" he'll sit back with a smile on his face and say 'Well done, good and faithful servant'.

Then we'll all go home and share amazing stories with each other around the bombfire... forever.