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At this time I’m casually looking at a calendar I bought at the Galleria Borghese when I was there a while ago. It is a very small thing, maybe 2 inches by 2 inches. Every month – the month and days written in Italian, go figure:) – features a small picture of a sculpture by one of the greats, Bernini.

The January picture is one of David as he is in the action of slinging the pebble, or rock, that brought down Goliath. The thing that really strikes me is the moment in the piece. The muscles tensing before the throw underneath the smooth white marble skin. The stance of his body that is twisted, tensing, winding up for the throw because he only had one chance to get it right.

This was before David became king, when he was the youngest son of a family whose business was agriculture. A time when most of his days and nights had been spent in the field with his sheep, mastering the slingshot, singing to God. Little did he know that mastering the slingshot was going to bring down the most feared enemy of the Israelites, little did he know that he literally would have only one shot to bring down the giant. A bulls-eye of a space to hit, just a small space in Goliaths armor that bookies on the sidelines were probably giving a billion and one chance to hit its mark.

But hit he did, right out of the park, which just goes to show you that sometimes the mundane everyday life we all seem to live may be preparing us for that opportunity that God wants us to have, that one in a billion chance that God is preparing us to accomplish.

After all, in God’s world, where we live and breathe and have our being, one in a billion happens all the time.

“LORD, You are my portion and my cup of blessing, You hold my future.”

Psalm 16:5

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Map of Israel, the Palestinian territories (We...

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He will do all His will. Think about that. It doesn’t say some of His will, or the parts of His will that relate directly to you. it says all of His will.

Sometimes we get so caught up in our own little world’s that we just push aside the parts of His will that aren’t directly related to us. Well, actually sometimes may be a little weakly stated, when in reality it’s pretty much 99.9% of the time that we push aside what all His will may actually mean in the grand scheme of things.

Just recently I received a prayer request email about two young Israeli men who have been called back into active military duty since the recent attacks on Israel. So? You may ask, doesn’t that happen all the time?

And, the answer would be yes, unfortunatley, attacks on Israel happen more often than not. But, it wasn’t the fact that the young men were being called back into active duty because of these attacks that caught my eye, it was what one of them said about it.

He talked about the honor of serving in the standing army in Israel, and more than that what an honor it was to serve in the only standing army to exist since the time’s of King David.

Since the Time’s of King David? That was more than 2,000 years ago. In looking at what little I know about that part of history. I do know that after the period of the kings in Israel’s history, that even if they lived in the land the LORD had promised them, they had no standing army until they once again were brought back to their land then recognized as a country in 1948.

Over two thousand years is a long time to go without a standing army, yet they remained a people and were brought back to their land where they now have the ability to defend themselves.

Think about that in the context of the LORD doing all His will. I mean, really, just sit and think about the enormity of that. Ask yourself, what other people could be essentially displaced from their homeland and remain a nation, a people, for over 2,000 years then return and regain their land to the point that they now have a standing army? Give up? The answer is no others, only Israel.

Why? Simply put, because when the LORD says He will do something, whether it’s on a national scale that seemingly has little do with our little worlds, or an intensely personal promise that He’s whispered in your ear, He does it. Period.

“I make known the end from the beginning, from ancient times, what is still to come. I say: My purpose will stand, and I will do all that I please.”

Isaiah 46:10

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Desert Bloom - Antelope Valley, CA

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The desert with all it stark and subtle beauty has always fascinated me. I love to watch the high jagged peaks of the backdrop of the Southwestern United States with their shadows of purple, blue and black that flow down into flat valleys below, with that flow always changing depending on the time of the day it is.

I never get tired of driving on the straight seemingly never-ending highways that bisect states like Arizona and New Mexico because although the scenery seems to never change it is always changing always moving.

One minute the colors in the shadows look like bruises marring the landscape, the next like a waterfall of purple, pink and gray running together in a watercolor painting, and the next like a ribbon of color tying itself in and through the very rock itself as if to make itself even more beautiful and appealing to those passing by.

Even in its dry desolation, there is always life somewhere in the desert, whether that life be a spider that has dug itself deeply in its lair in the ground, a lizard that hastily darts from one shadow to another or even the cactus that seems to survive on the leftover moisture contained in the arid ground it burrows its roots deeply into.

But, once a year when the rains come, the desert turns into something else. It blooms and blossoms into a multi-colored carpet of flowers and plant life that you would never think existed if you saw it any other time of the year. The water, like a long-awaited miracle, falls from the sky and everything below reacts, drinking it in and quickly using it to turn into something that it always has the potential to become.

It becomes a beautiful garden blooming in the most unlikely of places, which is really how we, who belong to the Lord, are as we make our way living in this world.

We live in a dry and desolate place, a place that is full of distractions and movement to gain our attention, but has no water or sustenance for us. It’s not until the miracle of the rain that only He can provide falls down on us that we truly become what He has given us the potential to be, a beautiful multi-hued garden that can only grow when it is fed and watered by the Lord Himself.

“God, You are my God; I eagerly seek You. I thirst for You; my body faints for You in a land that is dry, desolate, and without water. So I gaze on You in the sanctuary to see Your strength and Your glory.”

Psalm 63:1-2

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What is love? Have you ever really stopped to think about what love is? To give it a really good once or twice over that may even touch the ragged edge of pondering?

A couple of days ago a friend of mine asked his Facebook friends to answer the simple question, “What is love?’ He ended up getting over 50 people respond to his inquiry and quite a discussion going.

One of the people whose answer went 3-D when I read it is a young man in his late teens ( there was a really broad range of ages of those who answered). The reason why it went 3-D? It was something that most of us ‘adults’ wouldn’t expect from a young person.

He wrote “Love is an incredibly delicate thing yet is stronger than anything else in the entire world. It is a broad word yet one that most humans understand. Love is sacrificial, harsh, yet something that no one can fully understand. The most common… and best example is the life of Jesus, but there is much more, for instance, a mother willing to be rebuked, cursed at, and hated because she tries to protect her children from the evils of the world. A dad who gives all spare time to his job so his children can have a future. A brother who buys his sister a birthday present even after saving for a toy he really wanted. There’s no way to describe love fully. It means different things for everyone. I do know John 3:16, and I would say THAT is true love.”

He continued, “I do know though that the world has such a warped sense of love and has sacrificed it for sex. Something that doesn’t last. It breaks my heart. While sex is important in a marriage, it isn’t love. That’s why when some people have no more sexual chemistry, they think that they don’t love the person anymore. ” They have exchanged the truth of God for a lie” I believe is how the verse goes. While it’s true that some divorces need to happen, a lot of them shouldn’t. People aren’t trying to understand what love is. It’s a beautiful thing, but the world has to stop confusing it with sex. otherwise, they will never know what love is.”

I was thinking about this question and this young man’s answer as my 12-year old son and I were driving, and, the errant thought that I should ask him the question sauntered into my mind. So, seeing that  I was a captive audience and he was, well, a captive passenger with no distractions, I asked him.

“What is love?”

“What do you mean?” he replied.

“Just that, what is love? What do you think love is?”

“It’s compassion or strong feeling for another,” he reeled off just like he was a walking Webster’s Dictionary making me wonder where he learns this stuff because it’s certainly not from me.

I’m so inept at defining love that I didn’t even answer my friends question on Facebook, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know love when I see it, sense it or experience it. It just means that it’s so big that I’m unable to put it into words.

I thought about what he said for a moment.

“What does that look like?” I asked after a little bit.

“What do you mean?” was the answer.

“What does that look like? ” I repeated. “If you were to choose any story in the Bible to illustrate love, what would it be?”

“You mean any kind of love?” He asked, which told me he may have thought more about this love question that I was giving him credit for.

The fact that he knew that there were many different types of love was pretty impressive to me even though I’m his mother. At his age all I could think about was I loved God, I loved white chocolate, I loved Garfield and I loved my mom and dad all with pretty much the same level of reality. I loved them all, it didn’t enter my consciousness that they all were different types of love.

“Any kind of love,” I said.

“David and Jonathan,” he said without hesitation.

“Why is that?’ I asked thinking that most people may be a little surprised at his answer even though I was not.

“Because they helped each other. They took care of each other,” he said.

At my son’s age friendship is paramount and David and Jonathan had a remarkable friendship even though they were very young when they went their separate ways, David into the caves and Jonathan back to the palace, and never saw one another again. Even so, they still watched out for each other and David even took in Jonathan’s son when he claimed King Saul’s throne after both Saul and Jonathan died.

What is love? It really is something to think about.

“For the rest, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is worthy of reverence and is honorable and seemly, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely and lovable, whatever is kind and winsome and gracious, if there is any virtue and excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think on and weigh and take account of these things [fix your minds on them]”

Philippians 4:8 – Amplified Bible

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At this time I’m casually looking at a calendar I bought at the Galleria Borghese in Rome last Summer. It is a very small thing, maybe 2 inches by 2 inches. Every month – the month and days written in Italian, go figure:) – features a small picture of a sculpture by one of the greats, Bernini.

The January – yes, I know it’s May, but bear with me – picture is one of David as he is in the action of slinging the pebble, or rock, that brought down Goliath. The thing that really strikes me is the moment in the piece. The muscles tensing before the throw underneath the smooth white marble skin. The stance of his body that is twisted, tensing, winding up for the throw because he only had one chance to get it right.

This was before David became king, when he was the youngest son of a family whose business was agriculture. A time when most of his days and nights had been spent in the field with his sheep, mastering the slingshot, singing to God. Little did he know that mastering the slingshot was going to bring down the most feared enemy of the Israelites, little did he know that he literally would have only one shot to bring down the giant. A bulls-eye of a space to hit, just a small space in Goliaths armor that bookies on the sidelines were probably giving a billion and one chance to hit its mark.

But hit he did, right out of the park, which just goes to show you that sometimes the mundane everyday life we all seem to live may be preparing us for that opportunity that God wants us to have, that one in a billion chance that God is preparing us to accomplish.

After all, in God’s world, where we live and breath and have our being, one in a billion happens all the time.

“LORD, You are my portion and my cup of blessing, You hold my future.”

Psalm 16:5

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