Do you ever hear things like this and wonder, "Well, then why don't I feel stronger"? 

  Sometimes with passages like this we have heard a million times I think we can start to pick and choose what we see or hear.  We can make it out to be something it is not.  It is the difference between two strange words: Isogesis and Exogesis.  Isogesis is defined out of reading "into" the scripture.  Exogesis is defined by reading "out of" the scripture.  And what if there is treasure there to see if we dig a little deeper?  We need to try to pull out the meaning and not read into it what we wish that it said. 

  This passage doesn't say we will all feel strong all the time.  It doesn't say we will have renewed strength in every circumstance.  It is not a free pass to ask God (like a genie in a bottle) to give us strength.  It is a promise from him but it is conditional (as are many of his promises). 

  The passage actually says, "Those who wait on the Lord will renew their strength".  The ASV changes the word wait to "hope in the Lord".  Maybe we are overwhelmed because we want God's strength but we don't want to wait on his will?  Maybe we desire his peace but we don't want to hope in him while remaining under tough circumstances.  We will become drained when we are putting our hope in "things to change" and not in "hoping in the Lord". 

  It seems it is and may always be a pattern of God's will to keep me under difficult circumstances for long amounts of time.  Maybe God knows I  need the practice at putting my hope in  him.  I so quickly want to get out of a bad situation or ask God to miraculously fix it.  But it is part of our sanctification to "remain under" our trials as they produce perseverance in us.

   I was just doing the butterfly stroke this morning at swim practice.  The coach told us we would focus on it today, which many of us thought meant he would talk and we wouldn't have to swim much.  But instead, he kept sending us back and forth doing the same drills....over, and over and over until it was ingrained in us to do it without thinking.  "Go again" he would say.  We would come up panting, out of breath and begging for mercy.  "Good job! Do it again," he repeated.  By the end, I had little left to give but I knew I had the tools to improve my stroke.  It was boring, it was not fun and I sometimes questioned what good it was doing.  But it made me better!

  Jesus is making us better!  He wants to conform us to his own character and prepare us to stand before the Father "without fault and with great joy" (Jd. 1:24).  How he accomplishes that is up to him but it may often mean teaching us to stay in circumstances we would rather that he remove.  If we really want our strength renewed like the eagles than we must put our hope and full trust in Him daily.

  And what a difference it makes friends!  Try it.  Go ahead, get in  your Bibles and ask God to help you wait on him and hope in him alone.  He will not dissappoint.

Last week I was subbing atAlbion high school which is really just like an inner city school. I don't do it often but was feeling brave after spring break. The kids are very disrespectful and hard to manage but respond well when you appraoch them like a friend. Anyway, I had last period with 3 troubled kids who needed extra help because they were failing. Of course they told me that had no work so after awhile of them not listening and talking amongst themselves I decided to try to get to know them. They quickly began talking about how cool they were because they had slept around so much and how they did pot and didn't get caught ever. So I just told them about how Bill and I saved ourselves for each other and how we have so much trust for each other now. They asked me why I would do that and I told them that it was Gods plan he wrote in the Bible. "We often think his rules are to ruin our fun but they are there to bring ultimate happiness for us", I said. They asked about how I know the bible is true an how I know God is real. I quoted some scripture but started sharing the gospel. "We are all sinners and will some day stand before God and give an account for our life", I said. They started asking what "sin" was and how we can know we are going to heaven. It just so happened there was a Bible on the teachers desk and other Christian books. I opened it up and turned to 1 John 1:9. I told them about Christ and his sacrifice on the cross and how it will cover our sin if we ask him to live in our hearts. By now, the two girls were sitting on the desks in front of me telling me their stories and all the bad things they has done. "Will God forgive me for that too?", they asked. I told them that when Christ lives in our hearts God only sees Christ when he looks at you and that he will help you overcome your sin. The bell rang and I realized we had been talking for an hour. As they left one girl stayed back and said she wanted to accept Christ but needed to think about it. I told her to ask God to show himself to her and he will. He will always be there and she can ask him to live I. Her heart anytime day or night.

As I drove home I thought about how these kids didn't even know what sin was and God had used a simple thing like our story to point it out for them.

I pray for those kids...all tatooed and still looking for love in all the wrong places. I pray they would seek for God and find him to be a faithful, redeeming God who's promises fulfill us beyond our wildest imagination.

"those who have the Son have life" -John 5:24

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So I wake up this morning to a sign on our white board that is a tombstone and says: “RIP Mousy”.  I instantly look for the traps to find one missing.  Then I think back to the night.  Somewhere around 4:00 am Bill and I both wake up to a loud but short noise that sounded like the fire alarm or something.  We lay there for a second and I said, “What was that?” and he said “I don’t know, it sounded like it was coming from inside the apartment”.  We laid there waiting for the noise again and it never happened so we went back to sleep.  This is the e.mail Bill sent me this morning with the subject line saying: “Requiem in Haiku”

A cry in the night

Triggered trap, broken mouse neck

Farewell, dear Mickey.

I found our little friend behind the coffee pot this morning.

I guess he liked cheese better than peanut butter, and preferred death to confinement.

I laid him to rest in the dumpster.

So keep an eye out, but I think the reign of terror is over.

Oh the adventures we are having together……….makes everyday interesting.

So a couple weeks ago I saw what I thought was a spider in the closet.  I moved a shoe back and a mouse came running at me.  Of course, I screamed and went running to the nearest couch where I promptly pulled my feet up so the mouse couldn’t bite my toes.  I have an unhealthy fear of mice biting my feet…..I don’t know if there is a name for this disorder.  My husband, Bill went dashing into the room but the mouse was gone by then.  My sweet Bill didn’t want to kill the little guy so we went to the hardware store and got a trap used to trap a mouse alive and then you could set it free later.  Bill put peanut butter in the traps but the mousy never showed up.  A couple of days later we saw the mouse running from the kitchen into the bedroom and I start hyperventilating on the couch again with my feet pulled up.  (Keep in mind that every time I’m in the kitchen I’m wearing heavy duty shoes….even if I’m in my PJ’s……I just have to protect the toes).  So this time Bill goes into the bedroom with a garbage can.  He closes the door and I hear him talking.  Not sure what he is saying, I sneak up to overhear.  This is the conversation: “Hello little mouse.  I really like you and want to keep you alive.  So if you will let me catch you I will play nice.  But if you don’t come to me my wife is going to be scared and I will have to kill you.”  The conversation goes on for awhile till Bill traps the thing behind the door and gives me a large bin to hold in case he runs out of the room.  Of course, I’m thinking that if this thing comes running at me I’m just throwing it back into the room…….which is exactly what I did when I saw the black critter dashing toward me into my clear bin I was protecting myself with. 

All that to say, we have laid out snap traps now and still no luck.  I have made many more sightings and even hopped up onto the kitchen counter while making the morning coffee.  Yesterday at breakfast the mouse ran toward me and I scared him back.  Then he came back again and I made a thumping noise to scare him and he didn’t move.  He just looked right at me with his little beady eyes and I promise I could hear him saying, “you can’t catch me”. 

The other day we saw him on the counter top which was the last straw……We recently called the apartment office and they are sending a company to try to kill them.  Poor little mousy.  We are sorry but I can’t live captive in my own home anymore.