Courageous Hope

Any area of your life that does not glisten with hope is under the influence of a lie.

What The World Needs Now December 16, 2012

Filed under: Hope,Life,Parenting,Spirituality,Supernatural Living — Shayla @ Courageous Hope @ 10:56 pm
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Many people have been asking “why?” in regards to the tragic events that took the lives of innocent young children and some of their teachers in Connecticut.

 

Why?

 

I think one reason is that hurt people hurt people.

 

When I used to hear news like this I was all the more motivated to find the quickest way to the mountains and my dream hippy commune where we eat from the garden every day and enjoy group hugs around the campfire each night. I still do think that could be swell…

 

But that is not my response this time….

 

I am a parent. My daughter is the same age…6… of most of those 20 children brutally murdered. I am deeply saddened for these parents and their tremendous loss.

 

But my response is not to cower in fear and grab my children and huddle them up in my dream hippie commune away from all danger, anger, and fear.

 

My response is that I am more motivated to love the living evil right out of this earth.

 

I cannot fathom sitting around my blissful campfire growing more obese as a glutton of the goodness, the hope, the glory, freedom and LOVE I feed off of as a child of the King.  No I cannot keep all that to myself.  Rather I must share that with the hungry, starving world.

 

I serve as a volunteer in one of the roughest areas of Atlanta as we seek to end sex trafficking in one specific neighborhood. On that outreach recently some of my co-volunteers encountered  a man they were able to share God’s love with. For quite some time they spoke destiny and life to him, at one point he reached in and pulled out a gun. Then he emptied the bullets and placed them in the hand of my friend and said, “Here…I was planning to go and shoot everyone in my work tonight because I was just so angry. But now…I can’t do that anymore.”  Lives that would have been lost in a senseless tragedy were saved just by some strangers showing love and life to an angry, confused young man.  5 bullets were given to my friend that night. 5 bullets that would have been used to end lives are now a testimony of the power of Love.

 

Oh how my heart breaks that there was not someone to stop this Sandy Hook shooter in the same way. I know God’s heart breaks over that too. But can you imagine how many tragedies could be prevented just by simply going into the ugly places and bringing beauty? Going into the darkness and bringing light? Going into the hate and bringing love? Reaching out to the loners and loving them?  Love is the answer. I am the answer. You are the answer.  What if we lived like it?

 

People often say “where is God?” in times like this. Well, I say He is inside of me, He is inside of you and so is His Love.

 

So where are we?

 

What are we going to do about it?

 

God grieves with these families. He did not take these beautiful lives. But I know He welcomed them with open arms.

 

I know the issue is complicated. I know we need to care for the mentally ill and we need to have more security etc…But I think maybe I am naive enough to believe that the answer could be as simple as LOVE.

 

Love that suffocates murder and breathes life. Love that drowns despair and births hope. Love that comforts those who mourn. Love that binds the broken-hearted.  Broken people break others. Hurt people hurt others.  But people who are consumed by Love…well they love others.  Not just around the campfire at their safe community. But they love the dirty, the broken, the hurting, the weird, and the angry. Those consumed by Love…love. Love is the agenda of Heaven to heal the broken-hearted and to set captives free, to bring joy to those who mourn.

 

Love is the answer now more than ever.

 

Take Me October 18, 2011

Filed under: Gratitude,Hope,Poetry,Spirituality,Supernatural Living — Shayla @ Courageous Hope @ 11:49 pm
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When I can’t get there on my own

Take me to the hidden place, deep within You.

Where Your wing of love guards me, keeps me.

Take me to the place where Your power infuses my strength drained out and becomes Your never fatiguing, always outstretched, strong arm of love.

Take me to the place where my lack disappears in the face of Your abundance.

Take me to the place where You alone satisfy me so that the things of this earth release their strangling hold

Because You hold me.

In this world of dust and sweat,

Take me to the place of beauty and rest, where the price you paid covers all.

Give me Your eyes to see, Your heart to beat.

When blindness drowns my hope

Take me to the all-seeing place where You are my hope.

Because you are hope.

Take me to the place of fullness and completeness that swallows up all my brokenness.

Take me to the place where I am so saturated in You, soaked right through and spinning through this place releasing Your scent of life in a world that smells of death.

The grace you pour out like a drink quenches my unquenchable thirst.

Just take me.

Take all of me.

I choose You.

I will lose it all and

Gain everything

Because everything is found in You.

There is no loss when it is lost for You.

Take me.

 

 

Wisdom? August 28, 2011

A week or so ago I saw this quote on Bill Johnson’s facebook status and I have been marinating in it ever since:

 

“Fear often looks like wisdom to those in unbelief”

 

So often we think we are operating in wisdom when perhaps it is merely fear that drives us.  We fear because we don’t believe. We don’t believe God.

 

I think of decisions regarding finances that can often be motivated by the fear that God won’t provide or come through. We depend so highly on our own work and our own plan and our own “wisdom” because we don’t believe He will be enough.

 

I think of decisions I make in parenting and begin to see often what I am calling wisdom is really just fear. Fear that God is not good. I believe it is in my hands. I do not believe it is in His hands.

 

Sometimes the “wisdom” that others offer us could be them imposing their own fears upon us. Maybe stepping out in faith scares them and they want us to be just as “wise” (or fearful) as they are.

 

I’m not implying we be foolish with such things and chalk it up to “faith”. (So don’t go max out your credit card because you believe God will pay it off! :-) )But that perhaps we allow God to search the motives of our heart. Allow His wisdom to guide us. We may be surprised at what his wisdom tells us to do. Often it will look quite different than our own.

 

So how do we know if our wisdom is fear?

 

As I have been dwelling on this I see that there is no fear in love.

 

There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear

1 John 4:18

 

If I am operating in love I cannot be operating in fear. So wisdom from love is truly wise.

 

To operate in love-wisdom requires oneness with the One who is love itself. The more we are united with the Spirit of God the more we become love and operate out of that love. The more we understand His love for us, the more we believe. Believe His goodness, His provision. We trust.

 

There have been times I have been told I am a wise woman. At the risk of sounding arrogant, I have sometimes thought I was. But as I have been thinking on this lately I wonder if sometimes what I really have been is fearful?

 

If we are afraid it is because we have not fully experienced his perfect, complete love. Because that perfect love drives the fear away.

 

Oh how I long to experience more fully and completely that love. I do not want to be driven by fear. I want to be consumed by love, driven by love and operate in a wisdom that is birthed of pure love.

 

Just some stuff I’ve been thinking on lately….

 

I love reading different translations…here are some words to ponder…

 

1 John 4:17-19

The Message (MSG)

To Love, to Be Loved

 

 17-18God is love. When we take up permanent residence in a life of love, we live in God and God lives in us. This way, love has the run of the house, becomes at home and mature in us, so that we’re free of worry on Judgment Day—our standing in the world is identical with Christ’s. There is no room in love for fear. Well-formed love banishes fear. Since fear is crippling, a fearful life—fear of death, fear of judgment—is one not yet fully formed in love.

 19We, though, are going to love—love and be loved. First we were loved, now we love. He loved us first.

 

 

1 John 4:18-19

Amplified Bible (AMP)

18There is no fear in love [dread does not exist], but full-grown (complete, perfect) love [a]turns fear out of doors and expels every trace of terror! For fear [b]brings with it the thought of punishment, and [so] he who is afraid has not reached the full maturity of love [is not yet grown into love's complete perfection].

 

    19We love Him, because He first loved us.

 

Love has a smell March 21, 2011

Filed under: Gratitude,Parenting,Spirituality — Shayla @ Courageous Hope @ 3:49 pm
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Last night my four-year-old princess with the big brown eyes leans over to smell her brother’s pajamas I had just put on him, the hand-me-down from his cousin Aslan.

“I’m smelling him to see if his jammies smell like Aslan,” she says.

I laugh.

She confidently exclaims, “You know each family has a smell.”

“Oh yeah? What does our family smell like?” I say.

Her Daddy jokingly asks, “Do we smell like bacon?” we all laugh.

“No, I know what our family smells like.”

Then she leans in to me secretively and very important-like whispers one word:

“Love”

She says our family smells like love.

My heart melts and expands simultaneously.

Our family with all our ups and downs? With a mama who can be so impatient, so inconsistent, sometimes downright aggravated and by the way a terrible housekeeper? Some how this sweet girl, the one whose name means Beautiful Grace, the one who extends the meaning of her name to us every day, some how she smells love in our family?

I am humbled and I am blessed that we have created a culture of love in this little family, a love that smells.

I wonder… what does love smell like?

Maybe it’s in the gifts…

74.            Homemade marshmallows, campfires and old friends.

75.            The smell of coffee in the morning.

76.            Field trips to learn and grow and play

77.            My mother and sister and the anniversary of their births!

78.            The boy with a smile that takes over his face.

79.            Big brown curious and loving eyes.

80.            A groom that prays with me.

81.            Friends that pray for me.

82.            That God still speaks, and he is speaking to me.

83.            Free Italian Ice day!!

84.            My four year old with bright red lips tongue and teeth from very cherry fun.

85.            A family that smells like love.

So what do you think love smells like?

 

Hope Groans… March 15, 2011

Filed under: Gratitude,Hope,Spirituality,Supernatural Living — Shayla @ Courageous Hope @ 10:26 am
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All around us we are bombarded on all sides by news of earthquakes, tsunamis, political unrest, pure chaos and havoc around the globe. Viewing images of such brokenness, such grief, a world so very much not as it should be I am tempted to despair.

But my heart moves forward in hope.

As I prayed for all the cracked and drowning places of the world this week I was reminded of Romans 8…

19 For the creation waits in eager expectation for the children of God to be revealed… 22 We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time.”

All creation groans….

I churn this over in my heart …

Even the earth itself knows things are not as they should be. That this planet is fallen and awaiting it’s redemption and full glory. All creation is groaning, not in hopelessness, but in longing, groaning in expectation of redemption, freedom and glory. For all to be made new again. Childbirth pains are not in vain, but rather eager expectation of the child to come, despite the pain, childbirth is full of hope.

But I read this over and over; there is something there …. “For the children of God to be revealed”. I read various translations… I take apart the meaning….

Children, or Sons is from the Greek “huios” – “primarily this word stresses the quality and essence of one so resembling another that distinctions between the two are indiscernible…. the dignity of the relationship with God whereunto men are brought by the Holy Spirit when they believe on the Lord Jesus Christ.”

To be revealed or manifest- from the Greek word “apokalupsis”- “the root word means to take off the cover, to unveil. This word depicts the progressive and immediate unveiling of the otherwise unknown and unknowable God to His church.”

As I think on this I wonder…

Could it be that we not only hope for the complete redemption of this broken earth and of our own broken bodies but we hope…courageously….for now… for this constant process of the Holy Spirit working in us… to unveil Christ in us? The Holy Spirit causing in us to be like Jesus?

That all creation groans in pain for the sons and daughters of God to walk in the fullness of their identity as his children?

That God will be revealed to us when he is unveiled in us?

That the radical change we long to see in the world lies within our own hearts being full of compassion, love and grace, our own lives being laid down for others, our own eyes seeing what the Father is doing and doing that, partnering with God in the healing of the sick and the freeing of the captives?

Could it be that the healing of this planet and of our own hearts lies in our true identity as sons and daughters of God being revealed and therefore revealing God himself?

That this unveiling is the unveiling of the true Bride of Christ?

Could it be that the birth pains are the labor of the Bride of Christ being born?

…And that we have only to surrender to the process?

As I continue to mull all this over in my heart I cling to hope ….

24…But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what they already have? 25 But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.”

Even now, in the midst of all of this…. we can find His gifts in the daily moments, the big and small gifts and the gratitude for them. Gratitude that opens our eyes to hope and joy. It may seem insignificant or trite in the midst of others who are suffering so much… but we have to continue to see the gifts he gives us all day, because seeing the gifts gives us the vision to hope for that which we cannot see. This hope and vision opens our hearts to Holy Spirit working in us to become the agents of change that all creation is groaning for.

So once again I join the community counting to one thousand…..

57.            The fact that I am actually enjoying and loving where I live right now. (Something I once thought would be impossible).

58.            Spectacular weather…. I mean… it has been amazing.

59.            A rich spiritual heritage for myself and my children… we are blessed.

60.            That Jehovah Jirah is the one who sees and sees to it every day for my family and me.

61.            Blue jays and cardinals at the birdfeeder.

62.            Friendships all over the world.

63.            The gift and privilege of time with my children.

64.            The gift and privilege of building relationships with my children.

65.            Good health.

66.            Family that laughs together.

67.            Dreaming big….

68.            A little encouragement along the way.

69.            Dreams.

70.            Baby kisses.

71.            Big girl kisses.

72.            That my God has a name… and he is making his name known… to me and to others….

73.            Birthday parties and cookouts and Sunday afternoons on the patio with family.

 

Did you know? March 10, 2011

Filed under: Spirituality,Supernatural Living — Shayla @ Courageous Hope @ 10:57 pm
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There is a truth I’m not sure everyone knows or believes but I need to declare it from the rooftops…. Or at least just from this little old blog here.

Did you know?

God is GOOD!

And God will hound you with his great LOVE and his GOODNESS.

If you haven’t already, one day you will have a love encounter with God that will blow all ideas you’ve ever had of God right out the stained glass window.

God loves you. Not in the cheesy-smiley-face-bumper-sticker way, but in a way that is deep and passionate and consuming. He is obsessively, over his heels in love with you. He delights in you. His arms are wide open to embrace you, love you, and be with you. Right where you are, just the way you are. You can’t make him love you less. You have never done anything that has changed his love for you. Other people’s love has changed because of things you’ve done, but not God’s. His love for you is unchanging and unmoving. He is with you. He has not gone anywhere.

He loves you …not in theory…but for real. You can’t even do anything to make Him love you more. He thinks you are beautiful, precious and of great value. He made you that way. And He longs for you, oh how he longs for your heart to be connected to His heart. Not when you change this or that, or stop doing this thing and start doing that thing. But right now. He loves you. God desires to share things with you, to speak to you, to show you the goodness of his heart, a heart full of joy, peace, hope, immense love… and so much more… all for you.

The God of the universe has a crazy, outrageous, ridiculous love for YOU!

 

New eyes part 2 March 1, 2011

Filed under: Gratitude,Spirituality,Supernatural Living — Shayla @ Courageous Hope @ 9:03 am
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I know I just posted on this yesterday, but I can’t get it out of my mind.  This new way of seeing is not just seeing God’s gifts but it is a way of seeing to God, it is seeing God’s face.  The reason it is a deeper gratitude is precisely because it is God-Gratitude and not Generic-Gratitude and disciplined positive, glass half-full thinking. That is why it goes deep and pulls water from the wells of joy that come from the deep God dwelling places within us.

Ann says it so well (as always)

Counting the gifts, one thousand gifts, isn’t an Oprah kind of gratitude. It isn’t a new age kind of feel-good exercise. It isn’t trendy. It isn’t pop culture. And it definitely isn’t comfortable.

Counting one thousand gifts is to live the radical thanks of Christ. It’s about an exercise in the age to come coming now and finding comfort in the Comforter. It’s the culture of believers really believing, the culture of God and the Blood of the Lamb.

This world doesn’t need Oprah gratitude like it needs Jesus gratitude. The kind that gives thanks for the bread and the nails, for the fire that refines and the blood that saves.

That gives thanks in the pitch and the thunder, the wind and Gethsemane black, that gives thanks even staring into the face of death because it sees His face in all things, because it fiercely believes in relentless Grace and the Hound of Heaven who can’t stop pursuing in Love.

That doesn’t gives nebulous thanks to the universe, but named thanks to the King of the Universe, the Giver of All, to Him who is the only Gift, for from Him and to Him and through Him are all things.

Read her entire post here.

Jesus gratitude is learned. Slowly. The practice of putting the glasses on time after time. In the midst of the madness, the mess and the manic moments of our days. It is surrendering our minds to Jesus’ gentle touch so our mind is renewed. It is the renewed mind that gives us eyes to see to God.

One of the veils that keeps me from seeing God is ingratitude. My ungrateful heart blocks His gorgeous face from my view.

Thank you Jesus, King of the Universe for all these gifts of grace, for these eyes to see. I can’t get You out of my mind and I hope I never do.

 

New Eyes February 28, 2011

Recently I was handed a pair of glasses that opened up a whole new way of seeing for me. I would like to say I’ve always been a grateful person, that I’ve always been a “seize the day” type of person and I think I have. The last few years I have felt drawn to be more present in the moments and be thankful for all life’s gifts. This last year especially I have been breathing in the moments and breathing out my gratitude. The more I do this the more I have come to realize that my past thanks has been only surface level and there is a deeper well of gratitude that gets to the wells of joy. Then I began to read Ann’s blog and book One Thousand Gifts. Ann’s revelation from God on thankfulness, grace and time has been a key to unlocking the door for my mind to be renewed and my heart to overflow with gratitude and joy.  What this has done for me is beyond just keeping a gratitude journal or being positive as you count your blessings. It is a new way of seeing.

And that way of seeing is a gateway to deep and lasting joy. Putting on the glasses is the revelation of how powerful gratitude is, but it must be learned, it is a practice of putting them on over and over until they become your very own eyes.

Truth be told, right now my life is good. Dare I say fantastic! Better than ever! Yet in the midst of a society that doesn’t always value the role I currently live out there is a dailyness to my life that can seem so simple (just me and the kids all day long), so mundane (laundry and dishes woohoo!), so repetitive (didn’t I just sweep this floor/ change this diaper/ say “Please pick up your shoes!” 5 minutes ago??), and at times exhausting. That is when this way of seeing becomes a practice to be learned. When the world around us brings pain, confusion and heartbreak we must have eyes to see and learn thanks.

In that learning my gratitude has gone deeper.   Ann asks, “Is the height of my joy dependent on the depths of my thanks?”

I think yes. I think that superficial thanks gives you superficial joy, but deep gratitude unlocks deepest joy.

Ann talks about “He gave thanks” in scriptures in the original language translates “Eucharisteo”, the root of which is charis meaning “grace”, and the derivative the Greek word chara, meaning “joy”.

This act of eucharisteo for all the daily graces really does unlock deep joy and abundant life.

So I urge you, allow your gratitude to go deeper. Today. Right where you are.

“The holy grail of joy is not in some exotic location or some emotional mountain peak experience. The joy wonder could be here! Here, in the messy, piercing ache of now, joy might be—unbelievably – possible! The only place we need see before we die is this place of seeing God, here and now.” – Ann Voskamp

Now that the revelation has been unlocked for me I am seeing it everywhere, not just in the counting of these gifts, but as I read scripture I see this key of gratitude has been there all this time, I just did not have the eyes see it.

For me the learning has come not in this general “Thanks for everything”, but in the naming of very specific gifts I am thankful for. And so I join Ann and her community as I continue to count my way to one thousand….

29.            Voluntary kisses from my sweet little boy

30.            Holding hands in the dark

31.            Birds singing their sweet chorus

32.            People around me that inspire me

33.            That my children’s grandparents love spending time with them

34.            Waves crashing on the beach

35.            Sand between my toes

36.            Fresh revelation

37.            My hardworking husband

38.            Hearing the little one grow his vocabulary, repeating “hi” “hi” “hi” all day long

39.            My daughter learning to read, create and love

40.            The adventurous spirit that is a 16 month old boy

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An Invitation To Courageous Hope February 26, 2011

Right now there is a song wearing a deep groove on my ipod as it repeats throughout my days. It moves me from deep within with lyrics like:
Your face is what I long to see…
Show me Your face
No more veils covering me
Burn me with pure love
So I can see

Gorgeous Face by Rick Pino is piercing the depths of me right now. It is the beat of my heart. I long to see, truly see His face. I desire for all the veils to be lifted that block my heart from seeing the real and true God. The veils of my own brokenness, the veils of religion, the veils of false assumptions, the veils of my own pain.

I am done with just talking about God and His face. I want to experience Him in all His fullness, truth and power. I am done with clichés and trite religion, done with to-do lists and programs, done with worshipping a god that looks like me.

I am undone.

His face is all that matters. His gorgeous face.
I want to be consumed by His love and the fullness of His heart.

As I pray for eyes to see, I wonder if I can see His face in all this mess?
In the dirty dishes, the teething toddler, the mountain of laundry, the piles of bills, the world gone mad and hopeless.

Can I find him here? See his face?

And I look up; cry out for the veil to be lifted.

And hope rises.

Eyes open.

Ears hear.

That is what brings me to this space here. I need an outlet to process through the written word my journey to His face.

Will you join me here?

Let’s walk together down the long aisle…..
With courageous hope.
Removing the veils as we walk

I see Him waiting for us at the end of the aisle with His all-consuming love, His gorgeous face.

Full lyrics of Gorgeous Face by Rick Pino

Your face
Is what I long to see
Your eyes
Piercing the depths of me

Come quickly, my Father
Your child is here waiting
Show me Your face
No more veils covering me
Burn me with pure love
So I can see
My Lord, my Lord

Awesome splendor
Glorious majesty
Faithful Father
Gorgeous face

 

Multitudes on Mondays February 21, 2011

Filed under: Gratitude,Parenting,Spirituality,Supernatural Living — Shayla @ Courageous Hope @ 8:55 pm
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It’s still dark and before my feet even hit the floor the youngest is already taking nourishment from me, I’m barely awake and the oldest is asking for breakfast and I try to find the focus to remember to start this day and then I stumble over the mountain of laundry un-folded and

I wonder… even here?

You are here?  Even in this?  Can I find you?

If I have eyes to see…

Grace here? All is grace…even here…..on a Monday, when I need You more, so much more.

You inhabit the praises of your people and I need your inhabitation and so I praise, I thank….I open your love letter to me…..

13. A little boy whose hands go up in worship the minute the music plays and the daughter who runs to find
dancing clothes at the same time… hearts of worship these little ones…

14.            The osprey, wings spread wide against the backdrop of a bright blue sky

15.            The glimpse of a bald eagle flying away

16.            My boy with one shoe on exploring the backyard

17.            Orange slices all over the floor

18.            Laughter

19.            His hands hard at work to give us this life

20.            His tiny little hand gripping mine

21.            Three hands in the bowl of popcorn

22.            My little life in His big hands

23.            Warm sunshine and cool breezes

24.            The gift of time

25.            Undeserved luxuries

26.            Family “in-love”

27.            The golden tree absorbing and giving off the spring sun.

28.            The God who sees and sees to it.

Multitudes on Mondays – One Thousand Gifts @ A Holy Experience

 

 
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