Category: November 2015

Can You put to rest this restless heart?
Do You hear the silent screams, the unseen voice?
Does the molten lump within me sit unfelt, unseen, untouched by one so great as You?
Or do You see…feel…know…hear…?

The pictures roll before my mind’s eye
The image of a face much like my own
It screams and cries with painful flowing tears
Hoarse voice, but  does not know what words to say.

But another vision plays before my mind
One smaller, with a meek and quiet plea
Not boisterous and rude like the first
It is gentle, still, but throbbing with emotion.

This Other leaps for joy, but does so silently
It speaks in whispers, barely audible above it’s counterpart
“You know, dear one, that this is for your benefit
Don’t lose heart; He won’t be slack to finish what He started.”

Both weep and throb, and make their cases known
But different tears, different pulse, different words to speak
The one, distressed and fearful, anxious and unstable
The other, silent joy, tears of longing, courage and humble trust.

I know You see them both, in their strange and stark forms
You understand the pleas and cries of both, however opposing they are
It is all unveiled to You, none of it a mystery
You know the words to these songs with no lyrics.

Put to rest the one who feels tormented
Dry her tears and nourish her parched soul
And to the other, grant requests for peace and quiet
Show her that her trust is wisely placed in You.

I don’t see how or when or what You shall respond
But no doubt, Your Word is true and You listen
“Call…come…pray…trust…” are words You speak so often
And though my feelings waiver in the momentary battle,

My spirit knows that You will not fail me in the war.
Selah.

~ An original poem by Amy Noelle ~

Sometimes I think, “Was I not created for something more? Is there not a greater purpose for my life? Surely God gave me (insert self-attested “gift” or talent here) for a reason….”

Well, were we not created just for Him?
Um, yes. Yes, we were.

Sometimes — no, often — I forget that I was not created for me. I was created for HIM. For His pleasure and enjoyment, for His glory, for His name to be lifted high, for His image and life to be expressed.

That means that every thing in my life — relationships, circumstances, opportunities, sufferings, sorrow, gifts, pain, challenges — all this, though it is all mine, is really all His and for Him.
Being in university right now is a door He opened. It is for His purposes to be fulfilled, though I do not know them. All the components of this season are to bring Him glory.
Singleness? Yes. Hard to swallow sometimes, but it is from Him and for Him. He can keep me all to Himself for as long as He wants to. He does not owe me an earthly romance. He has already bestowed a heavenly one upon me…with Himself. There is no greater romance. He is enough.
My family. Guess what? They belong to Him too. They are in His hands, His workmanship, His servants, His children. What happens to them, where they go, the things that they do…that is not in my hands. God will take them where He will, and that is His business.
My friends. They are a gift, but they are not mine to hold on to, should He choose to take them far away. I treasure them in the present, and trust God that whatever may happen, we shall see each other on the glory side of eternity.

This is an endlessly expansible topic. God created ALL things for His glory. Our beautiful earth, diminishing as it is, is an expression of His beauty. Our bodies are His temples. Our relationships with others are to be a reflection of Christ’s love.
We are a blessed people, not an entitled people. There is a big difference.

When I am tempted to think that God owes me some reward, I need to remind myself of this truth.

O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is Your name in all the earth, who have set Your glory above the heavens! When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars, which You have ordained, what is man that You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You visit him?

~ Psalm 8:1, 3-4