The Seed Sprouts

Posted on August 5, 2018 by Jennifer Van Allen

Me: Look at all the flowers that grew!

Prodigal: Yes, I am growing where I am planted.

Me: Yes, we should all try to do that.

This is from the book Becoming More Than a Good Bible Study Girl by Lysa Terkeurst

Too many people think that finding the reason God placed us here on earth will come in one lump assignment with a big title and complete job description. I believe that discovering our purpose will unfold slowly, like a seed planted deep in the ground.

Each day, a seed embraces the task placed before it. Today it might have to embrace the dark soil it has been pushed into. Tomorrow, it might be not resisting the water that makes it literally disintegrate and fall apart. And then in a week or two, a green shoot pushes up and out of the deep, dark, messy place. Eventually, the seed sprouts and reveals exactly what is was always meant to be. The seed’s potential is unlocked and its purpose is revealed through embracing each and every circumstance God brought its way. Isn’t it glorious how nature doesn’t resist God? Sadly, too many of God’s people cannot say the same.

So, just for today I will love this way. Just for today, I am making the choice to not settle. Just for today, I will not let the subtly influences of pride and thinking I know what is best for me overshadow my desire for more of God in my life. Today, I will believe with absolute certainty. Today, I will obey with complete surrender. Today, I will seek with complete abandon. For doing this is fulfilling the purpose for which I was created…not to bring myself glory by some great accomplishment but to bring God glory by making Him my greatest heart’s desire.

O God, let me make that choice today. Even if it is just for a day–how I long for it to be more–but even if it is just for today, may it be completely so. For one day completely with You is truly, truly better than a thousand elsewhere.

Psalm 30:1

I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up , and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

Jennifer Van Allen

www.theprodigalpig.com

www.faithincounseling.org

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Women Lovin’ Jesus

Posted on August 3, 2018 by Jennifer Van Allen

Me: You have a light to guide you?

Prodigal: Yes, and that light is God’s word.

Me: Here is God’s word to help you.

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Proverbs 1:7

The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge: but fools despise wisdom and instruction.

Jennifer Van Allen

www.theprodigalpig.com

www.faithincounseling.org

Like An Angel

Posted on August 2, 2018 by Jennifer Van Allen

Me: Angels are real!

Prodigal: Yes, do you have a story about them.

This is from Chicken Soup for the Christian Soul 2

Returning to work as a nurse after an illness of six months was an ordeal in itself, but now the bitter cold and intense winds added to my stress. The employee entrance to the hospital was on the west side of the old brick building. The parking lot was on the east side across the street, so I’d have to cross the vast expanse to reach the entrance, with the unrelenting wind pushing me along.

My recent bout with pneumonia and the subsequent asthma attacks made me doubt if I could survive the walk on this subzero morning. After parking my car, I crossed the street and carefully battled the elements as I started for the entrance. Within seconds, I realized it was hopeless. My weakened condition and the penetrating cold took my breath away. The icy winds blowing off Lake Michigan pierced my lungs like shards of crystal. My chest tightened. I realized I would soon be in distress and unable to make the distance. I looked back at the warm car and contemplated whether to return to it or risk going ahead. The early morning darkness seemed to close in one me, and wafts of icy snow blew around my legs.

At that moment a shaft of light opened in the shadows on the side of the building, spilling light from a small doorway onto the pavement ahead of me. A tall, lean figure in along, threadbare woolen coat and knit cap stood silhouetted against the amber light from the doorway. He stood holding the door against the frigid air and waved for me to come in.

I could see the boiler room inside, an area prohibited to nursing personnel. I didn’t want to be in trouble for being in a restricted area, but it was predawn, dark and cold, and I could barely breathe. My mind raced. The elderly black man raised his arm and motioned me toward him for the second time. I thanked him for getting me out of the cold and followed him past the steaming pipes of the boiler room. I had a sense of deep calm and peace as he spoke in soft tones and led me through the maze of pipes. As if he were trying to reassure me, he talked about the cold, the old pipes and cautioned me to watch my steps. He opened a doorway and I was directly in front of my time clock.

I quickly punched in my time card, then turned to thank him and to tell him that he had probably saved my life, but he was gone. As mysteriously as he came, he’d left.

In the weeks that followed, I looked for him, but no one knew who he was. I had many questions for him: How did he know I was out there in the dark, since there were no windows on the door or on that side of the building? Why did he risk his job by giving me access to a restricted area? How did he know which was my time clock since various departments used different clocks? And why did no one know him?

The memory of that figure silhouetted against the light, motioning for me to follow, reminds me that angels come in many forms.

Naomi Follis

James 4:8

Draw near to God, and he will draw near to you. Cleanse your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded.

Jennifer Van Allen

www.theprodigalpig.com

www.faithincounseling.org