And it's time for another Five Minute Friday post!  Linking up with katemotaung.com.  The word is HAVEN.

1, 2, 3, GO:

Haven is one of those words that sounds like what it is... it is like a peaceful exhale of breath when saying it softly...

Haven... security... safety... shelter... refuge...

What a lovely word!

For me, a haven is where peace can be found, and healing can happen.  Chains are undone and wings of joy unfurled. 

I have two kinds of havens - one based in the physical, one in the spiritual... one tangible, one beyond normal reach.

The physical is found in the listening ears, the encouraging words and loving arms of family and friends.  To be heard, understood, validated and lifted up by people I fully trust... it breathes life into broken areas, it soothes and strengthens... brings smiles and laughter... and firmer footing through reminders of the truth.

The spiritual is found in my faith - not religion, but a relationship with the God of the universe... with Jesus, the Son, and the Spirit... God's presence brings a peace like no other.  A relationship with God means He is always available, always understands, and always comforts.  When I call on Him, He pours love and joy into heart beyond description. 

There are seasons when God feels far away, but I know He is still with me, and after coming out of those, the sense of His presence suddenly is back in a flood of sweet renewal like water after a desert journey, and that is when I realize the strength and grace He gave me all along.

...And God is so good, that though He might feel far away and His haven unreachable, He sends His love through the haven I find in friends and family. And eventually... the wilderness ends and I am enfolded once again in God's haven.

I can go through anything and come through stronger, be renewed, and have all the broken pieces knit together and healed by running to my haven. 



One more thing.... this is after the five minutes, but inspired by "Haven" and still a rough draft...

Healing in the Haven

Seeking solace
Seeking stillness
Searching for safe harbor
amidst the stormy seas
Where is the calm
Where is the peace
 
The exhale of a breath
A cry for calm
A plea for peace
A whispered prayer
A waiting heart
Then a stir in the air
 
Love is outpoured
From the author of love
The God who holds the world
This God holds my heart
and sends His healing touch
throughout every part
 
Every part of my being
is becoming renewed
becoming alive
as I am being healed
In God’s haven
I am forever sealed


Psalm 73:28 (NASB)
But as for me, the nearness of God is my good; I have made the Lord God my refuge

Psalm 94:22 (NASB)
But the Lord has been my stronghold, And my God the rock of my refuge.

Isaiah 26:3 (AMP)
You will keep in perfect and constant peace the one whose mind is steadfast [that is, committed and focused on You—in both inclination and character], Because he trusts and takes refuge in You [with hope and confident expectation].

One of these days I will actually post more often... but that could be awhile as busy season is about to start at work which means overtime, and summer has arrived which means yard work... and when I'm not working at my job or in the yard, I intend to enjoy the lovely weather before winter is back, walking, biking, and heading to the lakes. :)

Anyways..... this post is another Five Minute Friday.

http://katemotaung.com/2016/05/19/five-minute-friday-expect/

Here goes five minutes on the word EXPECT.

1, 2, 3... GO.

Expect feels like such a weighty word... but three main things come to mind:  1) expectations change; 2) the unexpected often happens; 3) what can be expected from God.

According to Merriam-Webster, expect is: to think that something will probably or certainly happen. : to think that (someone or something) will arrive or that (something) will happen. : to consider (something) to be reasonable, required, or necessary.

Synonyms:  anticipate, await, look for, hope for, look forward to; suppose, presume, think, believe, imagine, assume, surmise

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When I was a little girl, I believed that I could step into the world of make-believe and be anything, do anything... and I assumed there would always be a prince to rescue me if I needed help.

As I got older, I anticipated adulthood, excited about the possibilities and freedoms that I supposed came with growing up...

... and then reality awakened me to the fact that being an adult is not nearly as exciting and freeing as it appears from the lenses of childhood.  And I just hoped that I could find a career that I could settle into, and perhaps start a family of my own.

During childhood, I certainly never would have expected to be where I am.  I would not have believed all the storms that God has brought me through. 

I did not expect having to go through unemployment twice. 

I did not expect to be married four years then be divorced as of two months ago.

I did not expect the amazing friends God would send my way and the family support He has blessed me with.  I did not expect the wonderful feeling of closeness, of peace in God's loving presence.

And now... I expect that God will take care of me, that He will continue to love me, that He will bring healing and wholeness, and that He will keep His promises.

"Now to Him who is able to do far more abundantly beyond all that we ask or think, according to the power that works within us, to Him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus to all generations forever and ever. Amen." Ephesians 3:20-21

Wow......... over a year....... and I'm finally back to blogging...

And to kick off the close of the long hiatus, I am joining up with Five Minute Friday (http://katemotaung.com/five-minute-friday/ )  - a five minute free write inspired by one word, which in this instance is: EASY.

So... here goes...

Easy... I wanted to chuckle at that word choice... at the irony.  That has been the farthest thing from reality, and what I have been craving most. 

Seas have been stormy indeed.  I have been tossed about and lost all sight of the shoreline.  There was only wind and waves...

...and God.

However, I was often so distracted by the waves that I missed the One walking on them.

Life has not been easy... but now that the seas have at last started to calm, and light is visible through the clouds, I realize that God was indeed there with me, watching over me, but the storm had to run its course.  And if I had realized it then, I could have found more peace in the midst of it.

Thankfully, God is very patient with me, and is proving again and again that He really is good, and He really does keep His promises, though it may involve painful waiting. 

Life is not always easy, but God is always good.

And it really is true that through the hardest lessons, the most is learned, and strength is forged.

"I am he who will sustain you.
I have made you and I will carry you.
I will sustain you
and I will rescue you."
Isaiah 46:4

And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.  Romans 8:28

So this is my first time doing a five minute friday linkup... a free write for five minutes. (http://katemotaung.com/2014/09/11/five-minute-friday-ready-and-a-challenge/) I'm not the best with free writes, but here goes.  The prompt is "ready" ... so ready set go!

It never ceases to amaze me that God is always ready, always waiting for me.

I don’t have to be good enough.  I don’t have to strive harder.  I don’t need to follow a list of prescribed behavior.

When I am following Him, reading His Word regularly, listening to His voice, He is ready and waiting.

When I mess up, He is still ready and waiting.

When I ignore Him, He remains ready and waiting.

When I make mistakes, He is ready and waiting.

When I am ready to confess and repent, He is ready to forgive and extend grace and love.

I am so thankful that while I am far from perfect, I belong to a God who loves me, no matter what.

A God of unconditional love, unconditional readiness.  A God who waits steadfastly.  A God who always has open arms to run into. 

I love the song When God Ran by Phillips, Craig and Dean (for full lyrics click here), it paints a beautiful picture of this concept.

I was so ashamed, all alone, and so far away.
But now I know, that He's been waiting for this day...

I saw Him run to me,
He took me in His arms,
Held my head to his chest,
Said "My son's come home again!"
Lifted my face,
Wiped the tears from my eyes,
With forgiveness in His voice
I felt his love for me again.

It is never too late to run to God.

Psalm 36:7 - How precious is your steadfast love, O God! The children of mankind take refuge in the shadow of your wings.

Psalm 40:11 - As for you, O Lord, you will not restrain your mercy from me; your steadfast love and your faithfulness will ever preserve me!

1 John 1:9 -  If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

Psalm 145:18 - The Lord is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth.

So I have a confession to make…

I may be over twenty, and I may do many adult things, like go to work and pay the bills, but still I will always and forever…

 LOVE Winnie the Pooh.

In fact I have the big book of the complete stories and poems.  And this big book might just be sitting beside the couch this very moment because I might have just read some selections from it last night.

Anyway, I really am going somewhere with this, I promise. 

In one of the stories, there is a snippet of dialogue which goes like this:

“What day is it?” asked Pooh.

“It’s today,” squeaked Piglet.

“My favorite day,” said Pooh.

At first glance I chuckled over this, as I chuckle over quite a lot of things in this wonderful big book of Pooh.  But then it struck me that a deeper meaning could be seen in this.

Now, whether A.A. Milne ever meant there to be something deeper, I will never know, but whether he did or didn’t, I have found something profound beneath this simple snippet.

There have been many days that have felt like “a favorite day” for me.  A day I found out I got a job I was really hoping for, days on vacation, a day a prayer was answered…

But what about all the days in between?  What did I do with them?  Did I appreciate them at all?  Did I make the most of them?

As I look back, most of the days between the “favorites” seem to be a blur of ordinary, boring routine, with bouts of stress and sadness, as well as some simple joys and pleasures, breaking up the sameness.  And it occurs to me that there is so much time that I have wasted.

I have wasted with too much worry…

When I wearied myself by putting all the focus on what ifs, and tried to control things that I really have no way of controlling.

I have wasted with too much work…

When I wore myself out by only seeing all that had to be done and busying myself with expectations that were too high. 

And I have wasted with too much wandering…

When I wanted my own way and ignored God’s guidance. 

I cannot gain back what I’ve already wasted.  All I can do is carry on forward.  Hopefully with a healthier, wiser mindset.

What if, like Pooh, I could be excited about a day just because it is today?

Psalm 118:24 says, “This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.”  (ESV)

What if I look at every today to come as a gift from God, and be glad for that very reason?  What if I choose to see the possibilities it presents? 

What if I put God first in my day? 

What if, when I look back, I can be full of thankfulness, rather than full of regret? 

What if, when I look back at the good that came my way, I can be glad that I took the time to savor and treasure it, instead of rushing through it?  And what if when I look back at the struggles and pain that overtook the path, I can see how God was there when I called upon Him, giving me the extra strength and comfort I needed?

I need to remember that I only have so much time, and so I should make the most of it.  “All flesh is grass, and all its beauty is like the flower of the field.”  (Isaiah 40:6, ESV).  I do not have forever on this earth.  The small drop of time I have in the ocean of all of the time that has and will exist ought to be treated with care, and wisely handled as the precious thing it is. 

And when I stumble, as I’m sure I will, I do not have to berate myself and be discouraged.  Instead I can let the failure go, and be encouraged to know that I can continue on and start the next day right.  God will forgive me, and He will lift me up. 

“This I recall to my mind, therefore I have hope.  The Lord’s lovingkindnesses indeed never cease, for His compassions never fail.  They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness.  “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, therefore I have hope in Him.”  The Lord is good to those who wait for Him, to the person who seeks Him.”  (Lamentations 3:21-25, NASB)

While I cannot always change what happens today, I can always change my attitude about it.  I can meet the day head on, whatever it brings, and live it to its fullest. 

{Linking with Kelli Woodford for Unforced Rhythms.}

A faint light greets my eyes as I blink them open.  It is too early to be up on a weekend.  Especially after a late campfire.  I shut my eyelids again, but before I slip back into sleep I remember that there is something beautiful I will miss if I do that.  As much as my body feels unready to rise, I know the experience will refresh me if I take the opportunity.

So I rouse myself from bed, make some tea, grab a light jacket and my camera and head out the door of my parent’s cabin.  I keep walking until I reach the end of the long dock.  And then I wait. 

The world is still and quiet, waiting with me.  Clouds are scattered across the grey expanse above with splashes of yellow in a variety of hues throughout.  As I watch the western sky, a sliver of light breaks through the horizon line.  A crimson blotch appears, then slowly turns to gold as it grows, rising and taking shape into a glowing orb. 

Birdsong breaks the stillness, echoing the joy I feel at the promise of a new day. 

I continue to sit and stare, basking in the peace of the moment.  There is no one but me, God and His creation. 

Ah, the peace of God’s presence… when I allow my soul to simply soak in God’s Holy Spirit.  I can just be…

…when I forget about everything but God and His glory.  His promises.  His faithfulness.  His enduring, steadfast love. 

That is when everything else falls into the background, and I can be still. 

Psalm 46:10 says, “Be still and know that I am God.”  I have found that if I put that in reverse, and meditate on God and who He is, it is only then that I can be still. 

Certainly a setting like the one described above helps, but I have also found the stillness in my living room, on my porch, while driving, in a coffee shop…

Wherever it happens, that stillness is a sanctuary.  A sanctuary where I praise God for who He is and for what He has done, and I look with hope toward a future where He will continue to be with me, to guide, to comfort, and to bless.  There are no worries, no fears, no anxieties, no what ifs, no whys, and no buts in that stillness.  Just God and the peace He gives.

Do you need a sanctuary of peace from this world of trouble?  Take the advice of the following verses.  Find God and you will find peace.

Philippians 4 6-7:  Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.  And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.  (ESV)

John 14:27:  Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your hearts be troubled, neither let them be afraid.  (ESV)

{Linking with Kelli Woodford for Unforced Rhythms.}

Step into a scene with me for a moment… on a boat in the Sea of Galilee, around 2,000 years ago…

As our boat journeyed over the waters, I closed my eyes to pause and just enjoy the moment.  A warm breeze brushed my face, carrying the scents of sea and fish.  The boat gently rocked in rhythm with the waves, soothing in its motion.  Snatches of banter and laughter from my sailing companions reached my ears, and I smiled.  This is the life, I thought.

At the cry of a gull I opened my eyes and stared up to peer at it.  As its wings beat up and down at a smooth, steady pace, I stared, transfixed by how it appeared to move so effortlessly, so freely, through the brilliant blue backdrop of sky.  The gull dipped down close to the water, and I noticed the sunlight made the surface appear to be strewn with sparkling diamonds.

As I continued to watch, clouds began to roll in, blocking out the rays of the sun.  The sky darkened and the waters started to churn and rise.

My companions were no longer laughing.  Shouts and orders competed with the sounds of the storm.  All sense of peace gone, I fought against growing panic.  What chance did we have of survival amidst these crashing waves and howling winds?  

Huge waves tossed the boat about like it was a toy and water poured onto the deck.  I carefully made my way across the lurching surface of the boat to help my fellow sailors until a thought stopped me in my tracks.  Where is Jesus?  When did I last seen him?

I wiped seawater from my eyes and glanced about.  I heard shouting from the direction of the stern and made my way there.

What I found shocked me speechless for a moment before I joined in with the shouts of the others.

Jesus sat with his head cushioned on his arm, his eyes closed.  The wind whipped his hair and the waves sprayed him, and yet he slept!

“Save us!”  We cried.  “We’re going to perish in the storm!”

When all our shouting finally roused him, Jesus took a moment to give each of us a look in the eye.  When he spoke, his tone was a mix of rebuke and reassurance in one. 

“Why are you so afraid?  Where is your faith?” 

No one had an answer.  We watched in awed silence as Jesus rose and faced the raging waves.

With a voice that boomed so loud and commanding it could be heard even above the fury of the storm, Jesus cried out, “Peace!  Be still!” 

The sea stilled, and the storm subsided.  We looked at him, we looked at each other, and we could do nothing but marvel and wonder.

This is one of my favorite snapshots of scripture, found in Matthew 8:23-27, Mark 4:35-41, and Luke 8:22-25.  It convicts and reassures me at the same time.

Life is full of storms.  Storms that knock our boats off kilter and pitch them willly-nilly, making us question if we will ever see the shore again. 

I have weathered many storms.  And each time a new one comes, I forget all about how I made it through the last one and worry that this one will tear apart the boat and leave me drifting and helpless. 

I tend to respond like the disciples, and forget about faith. 

And where does that get me?  What does that accomplish? 

Nowhere and nothing. 

If I look at the rising water and roaring winds, then I fall into a panic and succumb to the stress.  I fret and fear and grow weary with the worry. 

How long til the storm passes?  Will I make it to the safety of the shore?  What condition will I be in when I reach the shore?  How am I going to get through this?  What do I do?  Why is this happening?  These questions can go around and around with no answers in sight as the storm keeps raging on.  And I just keep wondering whether I can weather this storm.

And all this questioning and striving for solutions gets me is restlessness, headaches, an inability to concentrate, sleep deprivation, and a complete loss of relaxation or enjoyment of any activity.

Can you relate?

Well, the good news is there is a much better way…

It’s all about my focus.  Is it on the waves and the wind, or the one who commands the waves and wind?

When I finally choose to look at God, His promises, and how He has helped me in the past, it is then, and only then, that I am at peace.  This verse has proven true for me time and again, “You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts in you.  Trust in the Lord forever, for the Lord God is an everlasting rock.”  Isaiah 26:3-4

This requires a deliberate shift in thinking.  It is not easy at first, but once you do it, oh the joy! 

What helps me is to look through scripture – there are so many wonderful treasures in God’s word.  The Psalms are one of my “go to” places when I need uplifting, but there are several encouraging snippets sprinkled throughout the scriptures that are soul-soothing.

I also look back at how God has been faithful in the past – to me personally, and what is recorded in bible stories.  In fact, that idea itself is in the bible:  “I will remember the deeds of the Lord; yes, I will remember your wonders of old.”  Psalm 77:11

And sometimes it helps to put myself in a bible story and make it come alive, like I did with the above story.

While the storms won’t stop coming, and they won’t always pass swiftly or easily, as long as I can see Jesus in the boat with me, I have the strength to make it. 

What helps you hold on to Jesus?