Bloggen sin: July 2016

31 July 2016

Tankevekker:
Do I rob peace of its power by insisting that it submit to my "common sense"?

Gud sier:
Just sit on my lap and close your eyes.
I know where to lead you
and I don't wanna leave you.
I have you where I want you to be
trust in me - so blindfolded.

Fra sangen "Blindfolded" av Håkon Kalvenes

30 July 2016

What if the trials of this life is His mercies in disguise?

29 July 2016

Our goals vs God's intention.

We are apt to imagine the Jesus Christ constrains us, and we obey Him, He will lead us to great success. We must never put our dreams of success as God's purpose for us; His purpose may be exactly the opposite. We have an idea that God is leading us to a particular end, a desired goeal; He is not. The question of getting to a particular end is a mere incident. What we call the process, God calls the end.

What is my dream of God's purpose? His purpose is that I depend on Him and His power NOW. If I can stay in the middle of the turmoil calm and unperplexed, that is the end purpose of God. God is not working toward a particular finish; His end is the process - that I see Him walking on the waves, no shore in sight, no sucess, no goal, just the absolute certainty that it is all tight because I see Him walking on the sea. It is the process, not the end, which is glorifying God.

God's training is for now, not presently. His purpose is for this minute, not for something in the future. We have nothing to do with the afterwards of obedience; we get wrong when we think of the afterward. What men call training and preparation, God calls the end.

God's end is to enable me to see that He can walk on the chaos of my life just now. If we have a further end in view, we do not pay sufficient attention to the immediate present: if we realize that obedience is the end, then each moment as it comes is precious.

Oswald Chambers

Mestring = Flytte oppmerksomheten.

Middagsfjellet.

Så lenge det er ord er det håp.

Så lenge det er ord er det håp, gutter. Neida, det er slett ikke slutt ennå selv om mange bøyer ryggen og tror at alt håp er ute - langt ifra - det er nemlig ord fremdeles, og så lenge det er ord er det håp, jenter. Ta en lysestake, for eksempel - sett den på hue til en av de gamle generalene og tenn åtte stikkflammer der: Han vil sannsynligvis trekke på skuldrene og si at noe sånt går ikke i realitetenes knallharde verden - mulig det, mulig det - men vi gir oss ikke likevel, vi står på og står på, løfter nye ord inn i verden og sier: så lenge det er ørret er det elver, gutter - og så lenge det er solskinn er det jordbær, gutter - og så lenge det er kyss er det gutter, jenter - vi spiker den der!

Arild Nyquist
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