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UNDAUNTED
For a few very hard years this word was my mantra.
The word means
-undismayed; not discouraged; not forced to abandon purpose or effort
-undiminished in courage or valor; not giving way to fear
But the truth is, I was often dismayed by everything that had taken place, and I did battle discouragement. I battled fear and doubts. I hurt and was angry, and sometimes "undaunted" sounded more like a mockery than a mantra, and I was determined to be real about all of it in these posts, thus the name, Undaunted Reality. More than that, though, I was determined to live undaunted, not because I'm so great or strong, but because my God is, and no matter what this world looks like, He is the only reality that matters.
I pray I live the reality of Him beautifully undaunted.

Monday, January 7, 2013

Tell Them...YES!!!

This morning I am sitting in my recliner with a blanket tucked around me, fluids on the table beside me, and meds coursing through me. You know the point when you feel so lousy you are hoping it is a virus that is nearly done running its course because you cannot fathom actually making yourself find the energy to go to the doctor to get meds to feel better? I'm there.

One thing I've learned about God is He uses sickness to still me so I can listen without distraction. I am not feeling obligated to clean house or do dishes or run to the grocery store or have a phone conversation. Sickness is my "free excuse" for being still.

And don't get me wrong. I'm not one of those sappy folks who have the grace to be still and be thankful for the right to suffer for Him and all that. Oh, no. I do not do the martyr thing well. I do not go down without a fight, and I whine horribly at my body's vulnerablities and weaknesses. Really. I am an unlovely patient.

BUT, God is good and faithful, and when I'm done fighting and whining and finally say, "Okay, I'm here. I'm glad you are here, too. What do you want to talk about?", He usually takes me into some really good deep stuff. When it is over, my soul feels full, and I feel recharged throughout my whole being.

This morning I was telling Him how I missed writing the blog, but I really don't have anything profound to say, and I don't want to take up your time and space with fluff.

I heard His sweet whisper, "Ask Me what I want to tell them."

I smiled. "What do you want to tell them?"

"TELL THEM I LOVE THEM!" He boomed excitedly.

"Tell them I love when they come to me. I love time with them. I love hearing the excitement of their lives, and I love when they let me tell them about my excitement. Tell them I love them...high...and long...and wide...and deep...

and if they are wondering if they are still welcome here, the answer is YES!!!"

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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousJanuary 15, 2013 at 7:02 PM

    Ahhhhhhh... I think this one was for me, Jerri. Sitting here with more tears after waking up this morning crying again over my particular thorn in the flesh and how it never seems to get any less thorny. After more years than I want to count of praying, I had almost completely given up on God ever helping me learn how not to pierce others with it (this is one of those double-ended beasts), and then I picked up a book and got hit between the eyes with a revelation. And came to visit here and got hit in the heart - even if I can't see any progress at all, guess God hasn't given up on me yet. I sure hope His view of me is different from what I'm seeing right now.
    Thanks Jerri xxx
    Donna

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 16, 2013 at 10:09 AM

    Donna, you bless me huge! I think you are going to like tomorrow's (Thursday's) post. I hope it blesses you, too.

    Your comment is so good. I'm going to pray about a blog post on it. I don't have all the answers because I have one of those annoying double-ended thorns, too, and I hate it, but wondrously, He loves me...totally wild-as-can-be loves me...anyway.

    Blessings, woman of God! You are a blessing!

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