Thursday, July 27, 2017

Hezekiah’s Prayer For Families

by Danetta Kellar

Hezekiah received the letter from the messengers and read it. Then he went up to the temple of the Lord and spread it out before the Lord. Isaiah 37:14

Hezekiah received a letter from the most powerful king of his time, the king of Assyria. The Assyrians had left a path of destroyed people and stripped lands wherever they went. Now they were coming for Israel. They knew that dependence upon God was the source of the Israelite’s strength, and that is precisely where they attacked.

God’s enemy has sent a letter to Christian families today, warning, Do not let the God you depend on deceive you… you will be destroyed. He will not save you (37:10). 

The enemy breathes his lies in the media, in schools, even in our youth groups and churches. His victims sit as though hypnotized, listening to his threats while desperately hoping that God will, indeed, save them.

It would seem that the battle to live lives of love and honor is futile some days. 

Thursday, July 20, 2017

My Rear Guard

by Danetta Kellar

the Lord will go before you, And the God of Israel will be your rear guard. Isaiah 52:12b, NASB 

I was determined to run the race. 

It was the third annual trail run, and I had run it the previous two years. This time I had just returned to running after recovering from a broken foot, and now my hip was injured to boot. I was in the poorest condition ever for the intense three-mile run up a mountain at an elevation of nearly 2000 feet above sea level. 

This race was important to me. It symbolized a mountain in my personal life that I had to prove to myself I could climb, no matter my limitations.
There are some hard things in life that we would be justified, even applauded, to abandon. They cause us pain and strain and stretch us thin and transparent, allowing others to see the ugly inside. We’d be better off if we just quit and walked away. That’s what others say, anyhow.

There is indeed a time to walk away. But there is also a time to stay. A time to hold on against the howling wind, leaning into the strain, hanging on with all we have and crying out to God for help to endure. 

There are races in life only we can run and finish lines we must cross ourselves.

For me, physically running is a spiritual, emotional, and mental exercise. I usually fix my mind on a specific Scripture passage or a pre-planned prayer focus as I raced. This time, however, I had waited and waited for the Lord to show me this race’s focus, but nothing came. Heaven seemed silent. 

That morning as I approached the starting line, I had simply prayed, Lord, I am listening. Speak to me today as I run. 

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Hope for Grieving Parents and Children: KinderMourn

by Danetta Kellar

My daughter chattered happily as we walked through dappled sunlight that danced along the brick walkway. 

She didn’t mention the inscriptions today, but I still noticed them. I always do. My Cuddly Buddy. In Loving Memory. Will Forever Flutter in Our Hearts. World Trade Center, 9/11/01. Hope. Each brick marked a painful step someone had taken through the gates of grief, to the door of the house we now approached, a safe place of refuge to mourn and heal called KinderMourn.

Thursday, July 6, 2017

When You Need to Change Your Mind

by Danetta Kellar
@DanettaKellar

I went to bed with Condemnation and woke up with it the next morning

It had started in the place of self-scrutiny, with the instruments we all like to use to measure ourselves. Beauty, Success, Energy, Health, Finance, fill in your own tool. I had measured and weighed my Self and did not like what I saw. 

By the time I fell into bed I was exhausted and weighed down like an anchor chained to a shipwreck. Condemnation slipped its scaly arms around me and began to tighten its grip. By morning it had grown in strength and staked its claim on yet another day. 

My perceived failures stood around my bed taunting me, daring me to face the day with anything but discouragement. 

As I brushed my teeth, I carefully studied an imaginary list of my infractions and imperfections on the mirror in front of me. Fear stood over my shoulder, reminding me of all I had to lose if I did not measure up. 

This day was not starting with hope. It would seem there was no hope for me.