Sunday – 23/4/17

Yes, indeed—God is my salvation. I trust, I won’t be afraid. 

GOD —yes GOD!—is my strength and song, best of all, my salvation! (Isa 12:2‬)

Have you ever heard a child crying out in their sleep? Maybe they’re having a horrible nightmare or just in discomfort or pain? Can you remember the quickening padded sounds of a parent rushing towards them, all the time issuing comforting sounds of peace?

Jesus tells us: “You’re at least decent to your own children. So don’t you think the God who conceived you in love will be even better?” (Mat 7:12)

Our Father GOD hears everything. His arms are always available for comfort and His Words are full of Hope and Promise. X


Monday – 24/10/16

Until the time when we were mature enough to respond freely in faith to the living God, we were carefully surrounded and protected by the Mosaic law. The law was like those Greek tutors, with which you are familiar, who escort children to school and protect them from danger or distraction, making sure the children will really get to the place they set out for.

But now you have arrived at your destination: By faith in Christ you are in direct relationship with God. 
Your baptism in Christ was not just washing you up for a fresh start. It also involved dressing you in an adult faith wardrobe—Christ’s life, the fulfillment of God’s original promise. (Gal 3:23)

Look into the mirror of your Papà’s eyes this morning, Child of the Living God. Look deep and ‘see’ the Love He has for you. 

Only believe … X

Tuesday – 30/6/15

… don’t feel sorry for yourselves. Or have you forgotten how good parents treat children, and that God regards you as his children? My dear child, don’t shrug off God’s discipline, but don’t be crushed by it either. It’s the child he loves that he disciplines; the child he embraces, he also corrects. God is educating you; that’s why you must never drop out. He’s treating you as dear children. This trouble you’re in isn’t punishment; it’s training, the normal experience of children. Only irresponsible parents leave children to fend for themselves. Would you prefer an irresponsible God? We respect our own parents for training and not spoiling us, so why not embrace God’s training so we can truly live? While we were children, our parents did what seemed best to them. But God is doing what is best for us, training us to live God’s holy best. At the time, discipline isn’t much fun. It always feels like it’s going against the grain. Later, of course, it pays off handsomely, for it’s the well-trained who find themselves mature in their relationship with God. (‭Heb‬ ‭12‬:‭4). 
Time for a heads up. X

Wednesday – 1/10/14

Then Jesus went to work on his disciples. “Anyone who intends to come with me has to let me lead. You’re not in the driver’s seat; I am. Don’t run from suffering; embrace it. Follow me and I’ll show you how. Self-help is no help at all. Self-sacrifice is the way, my way, to finding yourself, your true self. What kind of deal is it to get everything you want but lose yourself? What could you ever trade your soul for? (Matt 16:24).

Papà says: “Child of mine, how are you with your children? Don’t you have set boundaries too? Trust me and let me help you …!” X

Monday – 1/9/14

Jesus called over a child, whom he stood in the middle of the room, and said, “I’m telling you, once and for all, that unless you return to square one and start over like children, you’re not even going to get a look at the kingdom, let alone get in. Whoever becomes simple and elemental again, like this child, will rank high in God’s kingdom. What’s more, when you receive the childlike on my account, it’s the same as receiving me…” (Matt 18:1).

Papà says: “Don’t live in despair of this world, just trust in me enough to honour me and I will bring you to the Kingdom I have prepared for you.” X

Broken toys …

As children bring their broken toys

with tears — for us to mend.

I brought my broken dreams to God,

because … He is my friend!

But then, instead of leaving Him

in peace — to work alone …

I hung around, and tried to help,

with ways that were ‘my own’!

At last, I snatched them back and cried

how can You be so slow …”?!

“my child …” he said, “… what could I do …”

“… you never did let go!”