Wednesday, 30 May 2012

Moses

I'm not sure if I've got all of the details of this story right, but bare with me. The lesson learnt is still the same. :)

Moses. Everyone who's been to Sunday school will know the story of this guy - Born, put in the river, grows up with a princess as a mother. An Israelite growing up with the Egyptians, that's who Moses was. But what I want to write about today is Moses "all grown up." Let me set the scene.
Moses is an Israelites, but he lives with the Egyptians. Now, surprisingly enough, the Egyptians actually accepted him and didn't try to kill him every time he stepped out of his door, so Moses was in a pretty good place. I would think, anyway. He was a person of God yet didn't get treated like all of God's other people did. The thing is, God gave Moses a passion - a passion to set his (God's) people free. I mean, you'd have to be passionate about something to wander around the desert for 40 years. Moses was a passionate young man; fiery, strong, pumped up with God and the belief that says "God and I can do anything!" Which is a great thing to be pumped up with.
But Moses had a little problem. He was so passionate that he jumped over the line of God's time and rushed into his. In other words, he moved way too fast.

Here's what Moses, in all his good intentions, did. He killed an Egyptian. One of his 'own' people.
Bad move buddy.

Now, apart from having to leave civilisation so that he could stay alive, God took Moses out of Egypt and into the desert for a different reason. Kind of like God boot-camp.
Moses had the most important thing. Passion, and lots of it. He would keep going, keep fighting, keep believing no matter what the circumstances. But Moses lacked the ability to listen and hear God - to wait for his 'go.' So God took him out into the desert. A time of learning; a time where God taught Moses to not just listen, but to hear. 


I think that there's a parallel here between Moses and ourselves. God has given us all passions - is there something inside of you that just burns, that makes you want to strike out and kill the enemy holding you back? Being passionate is a good start - its a must have. But so often we run ahead of God's timing, move too fast, get too excited. You know the feeling? You go for it - and then fall flat on your bum.
Not saying God doesn't pick us up - he does. But maybe you are in a 'desert' time, a moment of just you and God. Maybe God has taken you away and is teaching you how to hear, preparing you for a time when all of that passion, all of that excitement is going to be used for his purpose and glory.
We can stand at the base of the mountain and push, but it won't move until God's hands come up behind ours and give our strength power. So, like me, maybe we need to slow down, come away with God and learn to hear, wait, and move only when God says 'go.'

Moses didn't do a whole lot by killing that Egyptian. But when God said "go", that mountain moved.
 So come away with God.

Love Gracie

Wednesday, 2 May 2012

Living in the moment

See the title of this post? I am absolutely AWEFUL at doing this.
Living in the moment. It sounds like some motovational quote, I know. But hang in here with me.

Ever since I was little I've a had a.......um....tradition. Every birthday, after the presents have been opened, cakes been eaten, and I'm snuggled up in my bed, I cry.

Now don't get me wrong, I have wonderful birthdays. And I live in a very happy home. But, every year without fail, I shed a few tears. Yes, this could be due to the fact that I'm practically a walking fountain and could probably talk myself into tears over anything, but it also has something to do with the title of this post.

I can remember being a ten year old girl, crying in to my pillow because I'd "never be nine again."

Guys, I have always been aweful at living in the moment. I resist change with all of my being, and if time could be paused I'd probably still be a six year old girl. I find it really really hard to leave behind a year full of memories, moments, smiles and special times. I guess its called letting go. Which translates for me as, "prying my fingers loose one by one until its gone forever." So while birthdays are exciting and fun, they're also a little sad. Because it means I'm growing up. And I'm not sure if I want to do that just yet.

But here's another thing I struggle with. Racing forward into the future. Its like I'm standing on one of those wobbaly things at the playground and just can't get the right balance. One minute Im crying over another year gone, and the next I'm wishing time would hurry up already.

I know what you're thinking. I am one mixed up person.

But I'm trying. Trying to stop holding onto the past, and stop racing for the future. Trying to live in the moment, and not miss what I've got right now because my minds thinking up a life for the 25 year old me. Trying to simply enjoy eacfh day for what it is. Because guys, God's got the next 10 years. Gosh, he's got the next 100. And really, if I think about, I don't want to stay forever a little girl. Because little girls miss out on A LOT of life.

So here's my 10 cents worth. Don't live in the past and don't spend your days in the future. Reality is that the past is probably not as wonderful as you remember it to be, and the future will probably be way different than what you're busy dreaming up. Live in the right now, with people who are also living in the right now, and a God who is busy blessing you in the right now.

This moment has a lot to offer you. Learn to live in it. :)

Love Gracie