To See Through Me To Something More Glorious

Scientific Name : Diphylleia grayi

This flower is called a skeleton flower because its petals turn crystal clear when they make contact with water. When dry, the flower is white in color!

When the Living Water of Christ pours over our lives, we become transparent and clear. People can see through our flaws to something more stunning and beautiful beyond. See where I’m going with this?

So, I have these dreams–they used to be more colossal when I was younger. Maybe because I was too prideful or maybe because the world seemed to hold more possibilities, I imagined endless achievements. I wanted to be a famous author. I wanted to paint world-renown works of art. I wanted to free captives, pronounce justice, and declare the power of the Lord. I wanted to make a difference in a big way. I still do.

Sometimes as a home-school mom with a quiet online job, I can feel forgotten or even obsolete. And I hate feeling superfluous. I’ve always wanted to be a part of something bigger than myself–monumental. I’ve published two books in the last 3 years (a life-long dream fulfilled), but neither book “took off” so to speak. And I wondered at times, am I missing something, Lord? Is this just part of the plan? Was it only for a few? Am I fulfilling your whole mission for my life?

There were times when even Corrie Ten Boom felt cut off from the Lord. In such a time of despair, she once said to the Lord, “Have you forgotten your Corrie?”
In the following story Corrie tells about a time when she and her sister Betsie were in the concentration camp in Ravensbrück, and she had this terrible cold. She told her sister Betsie how much she just wished she had a handkerchief. Of course, handkerchiefs were impossible to find in that place. Betsie then suggested that Corrie pray for one, and Corrie just laughed at that ridiculous idea.
So, Betsie prayed. She said, “Lord, you see my sister, Corrie, here, has a very bad cold, and in Jesus’ name, I ask you TODAY for a handkerchief for her. Amen.”
Corrie tells that, shortly after that, she heard someone call out her name. She went to stand near the window of the barracks, where she saw a friend of hers, also a prisoner, and who worked in the hospital in Ravensbrück.
“Here,” her friend said. “Take this! I’m bringing you a little present.” She pressed it into Corrie’s hand.
“I opened the little package,” said Corrie, “and it was a handkerchief!”
“How did you know I needed a handkerchief? Did you KNOW that I have a cold?” Corrie asked.
“No,” said her friend. I was sewing handkerchiefs from an old piece of sheet, and there was a voice in my heart that said, ‘Bring a handkerchief to Corrie ten Boom!’”
“That little hanky, made from an old piece of a sheet, was a message out of the Heavens to me!” tells Corrie. “It told me that there is a Heavenly Father who hears, when on a tiny planet, the Earth, one of his children prays for an impossible, small thing; a handkerchief. And the Heavenly Father says to one of his other children, ‘Bring a handkerchief to Corrie ten Boom!’” (Taken from Desert Streams FB PageOctober 6, 2019 )

James reminds us that we don’t have because we don’t have, and most of the time we ask for things with self-preservation or pride in mind–not the glory of God (James 4:2-3).
But think of all the miraculous and power things God did in and through weak and broken people who prayed. I want to pray bold things, seeking the mighty things of our Good and Just God.

Over the past few months, another dream has been stirring in my heart. My kids have become rather obsessed with all things fantasy–think Hogwarts meets Narnia–and I’ve been diving into the captivating realms of Jonathan Rogers and Andrew Peterson with them. So, I’ve been thinking and dreaming again. Two weeks ago, I was dialoging with the Lord late at night and asked if I could contribute something to the fantasy realm that attests to the glorious and awe-shocking power of God. How wonderful would it be if there were more fantasy books that pointed to what God did instead of what “magic and man” accomplished? Incorporating the miraculous with warfare and the armor of God while crafting an enchanting experience devoid of witchcraft–would that be possible?

So, I prayed, “Lord, if you have a story for me, I am all ears.”

Now, let me just tell you: fantasy is not my thing. I barely read it as a child and didn’t even dabble with it when I was earning my MFA in fiction, so I prayed with hopeful anticipation but much trepidation. Surely, a vast number of writers exist far more qualified to tackle this dream than me.

But God gave me the passion and the desire to give my kids something more God-glorifying.

The very next morning, I woke up at 5:30 from a bad dream and laid there in the dark, praying. And then, like a lovely gift parachuting down into the dry valley, God landed this idea into my imagination. For the next three days straight, I wrote. The ideas were coming faster than my hands could type and I felt a little manic, but deeply humbled and grateful that God answered my prayer in a such a specific and swift way.

Now, before you start thinking I have delusions of grandeur, understand that I have no pretensions that these stories will amount to anything other than an engaging–I pray–story for my children, but if it does travel beyond our walls, to God be the glory.

The point is this: the Lord designed us for so much more. We often live far below our privilege as sons and daughters of the Most High King. Doesn’t matter whether it’s a hankie or a story, God’s mercy and glory can shine through it all. Ask and receive out of His incredible abundance.

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* As an aside, I love doors. Doors symbolize promise and possibility, but also they protect. If you ask for an open door and God keeps it shut, know that there is something on the other side the Lord doesn’t want you to have/encounter/etc. Trust Him.

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