Monday, February 13

In the hands of a mighty God

At some point last year, I started listening to books on CD, while driving to and fro, hither and yon. Not all the time mind you, but occasionally, about once a month or once every two months.

I went to the local library system that I'm a part of and typed in various fictional authors that I enjoy reading, one of whom being Lynn Austen. I found that she has this series (of 5 books?), that I haven't read, called Chronicles of the Kings, telling a narrative account of King Ahaz, King Hezekiah, and King Manasseh; three kings of Judah. I felt a bit odd checking out a book on CD when I hadn't yet read the actual books but decided to go with it anyways.

I am currently in the middle of the third book and let me tell you, I have laughed and delighted, I have worshipped the Lord, I have been convicted and challenged, I have cried in horror and pain and I have learned. I find that, having not read the books and only being minimally knowledgeable of the Biblical account, that I am engaging with the story on a level that stirs my whole being, more than just if I had read the words.

To summarize, King Ahaz was a king who did not do what was right in the sight of the Lord, or his ancestor King David. He worshipped idols, gave his own sons to be burned for idol worship, and eventually bent his knee to pay annual tribute (tax) to Assyria, the cruel and ruthless power nation of the day, stripping the temple and the country of all it's gold.

When he died, King Hezekiah inherited the bankrupt and desolate country of Judah. Unlike his father, Hezekiah did what was right in the sight of the Lord, following in the steps of King David, tearing down all his father's idolatrous worship sites and reconsecrating the temple for the worship of the Lord. He restored the temple, fortified the city walls of Jerusalem and other Judean towns, and led his people back to the Lord. Through his devotion and obedience of the Lord, the Assyrian yoke was thrown off and the land of Judah once again flourished, in land, in trade, in wealth, and in peace. But a day came when King Hezekiah was filled with pride, taking credit for the things that were bestowed by God alone, and God allowed Hezekiah and Judah to go through a dark time. The Assyrians returned, desperate to squash and rule over this tiny nation that had eluded them before. And yet, despite that Hezekiah's sin had (supposedly?) initiated this chain of events, Hezekiah came before God in repentance and humility, pleading for mercy from the hands of his enemies and God responded, promising to turn away the Assyrians. And this is where I am at in the story.

It was really impressed on me this morning just how humorous and baffling it must have been to the countries around Judah, who were all either demolished by, or captives of, the Assyria tyranny. One little country, seemingly of little significance and military power, throws off the Assyrians not once but twice! Even Israel, the neighboring brothers of Judah, had already been annihilated and taken away as slaves but the little country of Judah remained. One little country whose God was the Creator of Heaven and Earth. One little country who worshipped a God with a mighty arm, more powerful than a hundred chariots or a thousand horses. One little country who witnessed kings and nations rise and fall but by the word of the Lord. His mighty hand, which cradled His people in His loving care while judging the nations who scorned Him.

Our God is so good...this is yet another example of how He graciously and compassionately cares for the vulnerable. And how in the times of brokenness and trepidation, God is still present and in control.

I would have despaired unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living. Wait for the LORD; be strong and let your heart take courage; yes, wait for the LORD.
Psalm 27:13-14

Wednesday, February 8

Phantom Mosquitos??

About two weeks, I started waking up with bug bites. It was a bit ridiculous.
In total, I've been recipient of 4 on my back and about 10 on my legs.

But it's February people...much too cold for mosquitoes.
Plus there was nary a mosquito to be found, either in my room or in the apartment.

And since there are no pets that might have fleas, I've come to my next sad and disturbing guess...

Bed Bugs ((shudder))

Bed bugs and lice must be in the same family tree as they both make me itch just thinking or talking about them. You'd probably chuckle if you could see me write this post because I keep pausing to itch a random, non-bitten place. No worries...no estoy loco. At least not today.

I have done a little disgusting research via the internet and have taken apart my bed. But thankfully (and a tiny bit frustrating too) my mattress, box spring, and bedframe all look bug and larva free.

So two nights ago, my research informed me that bed bugs can live in our blankets/quilts and even pillows. ((shudder again)) I then stripped the two quilts off by my bed, tied them in plastic bags and threw them out on the balcony until I could wash them, which I did this morning. Tonight, the pillows are going in the wash for their turn.

I figure that even if I'm not dealing with bed bugs, then at the very least, everything is getting a nice hot wash. I hope this goes away, whatever it is.

Not only am I being victimized by silly blood-sucking creatures but I'm starting to dream about bugs creeping, lurking, and eating my sheets. Ick!

**Update: I just remembered that I had spent the previous weekend at a friend's house that had a dog...so maybe I imported some Canadian fleas...

Friday, February 3

A very good thought

Today, my friends, is Friday.
Last night's fellowship was good for my soul.
Even though I don't like my job and I don't know what's next, God is still good and He is still with me.
I now have leftover chicken enchiladas in my fridge.
God wants to use me even now to minister to orphans or child/teens at risk.
After I finish writing, I'm going to get a 2nd cup of coffee.
God has a way of lovingly encouraging me whenever I'm low and tired.
God may allow me the opportunity to see answered prayers on behalf of others, as well as myself.
Next week my friend, who is currently in Africa, comes home.


But as for me, I shall sing of Your strength; Yes, I shall joyfully sing of Your lovingkindness in the morning, For You have been [and will continue to be] my stronghold And a refuge in the day of my distress.
Psalm 59:16

Thursday, February 2

A grateful thought

Thank goodness for music!!!
Do I hear an amen or two???

Specifically today, I love how in the height of emotional vomit (wanting to yell, jump and down, and thinking not-so-godly thoughts) God can reach down and change my heart and mind, through a few vertically-focused songs. It's hard to listen and sing along to songs that worship God and stay angry.

(What I am listening to? Christy Nockels' Life Light Up, Watermark's self-titled album, and Michael W Smith's Worship Again)

I know this is just one instance where music can bless. We all have stories of how music has spoken to us in various circumstances...this is just my experience today.


Sing to Him, sing praises to Him; Speak of all His wonders.
I Chronicles 16:9

Watch over your heart with all diligence, for from it flow the springs of life.
Proverbs 4:23

Wednesday, February 1

A restful thought

The last few nights, I've had trouble falling asleep. My mind has just been weighted with thoughts. And last night, in addition to a mindful of thoughts (or maybe because of them), I was feeling anxious, overwhelmed, weary, and lost. Completely burdened down by uncertainties and fears. No worse feeling, I think...because the more I thought, the more anxious I felt; the more anxious I felt, the more I continued to dwell on those thoughts. I was on the verge of a great deal of crying.

So whenever I had a hard time falling asleep or whenever I need to still my thinking so that I can fall asleep, I go through the alphabet thinking of various names or descriptions of God. And last night, I thought of the attributes that I most needed from Him at that time. With each word, I felt my worries fall away, as I turned my thoughts on God instead of myself. The crease lines on my face smoothed out. Relaxation and trust came back to soothe me. (I think I made it to the letter M as I don't remember much after that.)


In peace I will both lie down and sleep, for You alone, O LORD, make me to dwell in safety.
Psalm 4:8

The LORD will accomplish what concerns me; Your lovingkindness, O LORD, is everlasting;
Psalm 138:8