Whited Sepulcher
I love the poetic rhythm of the King James translation of the Bible. No matter what I am reading about it just paints such a vivid picture in my mind. I find it as delightful as getting up early with my Bible and a smokin hot cup of coffee, to be enjoyed before any tiny feet pitter patter.
"I have been taking note of the change in seasons around us. I am ready for the pop of color that will soon envelope the trees. There is nothing quite like a flawless blue October sky. I am certain that God sent Octobers every year to mesmerize all of His children. The scent of fall is something magical. I absolutely love to smell the seasonal candle fragrances this time of year. It's funny how a season, a smell, a song can take you to another time and another place while your feet remain planted right where they are presently. I love that seasons change and that in this season I will have a couple of months to enjoy the sights, smells, and feelings that fall brings about."
I began this post back in October and just purposed to complete it. October was beautiful! October and November should be crayon colors, they are my favorite color for sure. Our family rocked right through the fall. It was a precious season for us. Some chapters ended. Some doors opened. Some memories were made. Some doors closed so tightly that it is though they never existed. I love it when seasons change. It means we are still alive and that God's great big plan is still unfolding.
When God changes the season it is always right on time. He's never early, never late, and never a no-show. I'm learning, yet still that I am the created and He is the creator. He's the author and finisher. He gives and loves and never, ever does His supply dwindle. He is supremely amazing. My love for Him has grown in ways I didn't know it could. I've had trials that literally took my breath, and there He was, but He caused me to realize that I am totally dependant upon Him. There have been days of great joy and bittersweet bliss that He has forged. And yet, there He is at the center and indeed the cause; I am His and He is mine.
Maybe He didn't create October for me, but looking back now He sure did put on quite a production of colors and experiences in the past months.
White is such a messy color isn't it? You have to be careful with white. It stains, gets dingy, and loses its crisp persona. Tombs are equally as messy. Though elaborately adorned with decor on the outside, death lies within. A white washed sepulchre is quite a contradiction. In short, dying, death, and decay are dressed up on the outside. That might be why my favorite color is October. What you see is what you get. You can't fake falling leaves. Their time is up. The seasons change from deep within and at the appointed time the leaf then falls.
We are much like white washed tombs, should we claim to live is Christ and die as gain- but then live life for self and neglect our first love, Christ. We dress nice for the public's sake but at home there is pain, depression, addiction, loneliness, and a feeling that life will never change. Friends, this is not living at all. Let me say, you are fine today. Satan wants you to think you have a terminal illness, but you don't. You are going through some trials, no doubt, but they sifted through God's hand first. He is the one to carry you through. Quit trying to fix it, be enough, look the part, and please- let someone minister to you and help you fight through this season. Satan has not won and your life is still purposed for the King.
The next time you pass a cemetary take note. The grounds look incredibly well tended to. Sadly hell is a home for many that lie there. Oh what a difference there would be if we took interest out of love while they are yet among the living and snatched their bones from the grasp of hell before it was too late.
The only white that lasts will the robe we put on in glory. And I am convinced that October is the most beautiful color of all.
"I have been taking note of the change in seasons around us. I am ready for the pop of color that will soon envelope the trees. There is nothing quite like a flawless blue October sky. I am certain that God sent Octobers every year to mesmerize all of His children. The scent of fall is something magical. I absolutely love to smell the seasonal candle fragrances this time of year. It's funny how a season, a smell, a song can take you to another time and another place while your feet remain planted right where they are presently. I love that seasons change and that in this season I will have a couple of months to enjoy the sights, smells, and feelings that fall brings about."
I began this post back in October and just purposed to complete it. October was beautiful! October and November should be crayon colors, they are my favorite color for sure. Our family rocked right through the fall. It was a precious season for us. Some chapters ended. Some doors opened. Some memories were made. Some doors closed so tightly that it is though they never existed. I love it when seasons change. It means we are still alive and that God's great big plan is still unfolding.
When God changes the season it is always right on time. He's never early, never late, and never a no-show. I'm learning, yet still that I am the created and He is the creator. He's the author and finisher. He gives and loves and never, ever does His supply dwindle. He is supremely amazing. My love for Him has grown in ways I didn't know it could. I've had trials that literally took my breath, and there He was, but He caused me to realize that I am totally dependant upon Him. There have been days of great joy and bittersweet bliss that He has forged. And yet, there He is at the center and indeed the cause; I am His and He is mine.
Maybe He didn't create October for me, but looking back now He sure did put on quite a production of colors and experiences in the past months.
White is such a messy color isn't it? You have to be careful with white. It stains, gets dingy, and loses its crisp persona. Tombs are equally as messy. Though elaborately adorned with decor on the outside, death lies within. A white washed sepulchre is quite a contradiction. In short, dying, death, and decay are dressed up on the outside. That might be why my favorite color is October. What you see is what you get. You can't fake falling leaves. Their time is up. The seasons change from deep within and at the appointed time the leaf then falls.
We are much like white washed tombs, should we claim to live is Christ and die as gain- but then live life for self and neglect our first love, Christ. We dress nice for the public's sake but at home there is pain, depression, addiction, loneliness, and a feeling that life will never change. Friends, this is not living at all. Let me say, you are fine today. Satan wants you to think you have a terminal illness, but you don't. You are going through some trials, no doubt, but they sifted through God's hand first. He is the one to carry you through. Quit trying to fix it, be enough, look the part, and please- let someone minister to you and help you fight through this season. Satan has not won and your life is still purposed for the King.
The next time you pass a cemetary take note. The grounds look incredibly well tended to. Sadly hell is a home for many that lie there. Oh what a difference there would be if we took interest out of love while they are yet among the living and snatched their bones from the grasp of hell before it was too late.
The only white that lasts will the robe we put on in glory. And I am convinced that October is the most beautiful color of all.
