Stories are compelling and powerful. Through sharing our own stories or hearing the stories of others, we have the opportunity to share our part of God’s story and share in others’ parts as well. Sharing stories spreads the works and moving of God in our lives and the lives around us. That is why at Two Rivers Church, story-telling is so encouraged.
Check out this excerpt from an EFCA article “Let Me Tell You A Story” by Scott Noble. Scott writes about how God uses the power of story and gives a few examples of how to incorporate story into your own life. Check out the full article at the link below. Then go share your story with the world! We would love to help you share your story: 2RC.tv/ShareYourStory
“Story is one of the most powerful devices we have available. From the beginning, God used story to communicate who He is, who we are and how we are to live—profound concepts that are easier to comprehend in the context of story.
Jesus used the power of story through His parables, demonstrating eternal truths and the depth of His love, mercy and forgiveness.
This is a persuasive example of how transforming story can be—in our lives and in the lives of those around us.”
My mind is a forest full of trees of many different kinds and colors and vibrant life. Thoughts move through it like the wind moving the leaves of my imagination; creativity flows like a stream cutting through the rocks. There are mountains and valleys, rivers and creeks, and there is a strong wind of the Holy Spirit moving it all in His dance. I live in this place where I try to make decisions and control the growth of the forest and tend to the trees. I allow the rains to fall out of the sky and the wind to bring life to everything. Continue reading “The Fire Of Depression”
Life is too short to live in constant concern of what might happen…
Give your heart to God and love others like crazy! That’s the way Jesus responds to the Pharisee in Matthew 22:36-39…well that’s paraphrased… this is what it actually says:
“When asked ‘Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?’
Jesus replied: ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the first and greatest commandment. And second is like it: Love your neighbor as yourself.'”
I’m not sure how you go around in life but far too often the wheels in my head are in full amped mode. Like, what would happen if I did this or didn’t do that? What about that person at work? I’m not sure they like me. What if, what if, what if…??? Oh, what a vicious cycle.
What if, what if, what if…??? Oh, what a vicious cycle.
I’ve lived it, carried it and hung on to those things for dear life and in doing so paralyzed myself from loving, moving forward or enjoying this amazing life I’ve been given.
I’m learning to do more loving and a lot less ‘What if…?’. Yes, we must be wise but at the end of the day, I have to know in Whom I serve. And if I can’t trust God with my unknowns, why would I think keeping them to myself and analyzing them to death are going to make any difference?
So, if you’re missing out on the possible joys of this life because of ‘What if…?’, just try what Jesus said: Love God first and love others like we should be loving ourselves.
Life is short but it’s lovely if…we’ll release it to Him!
“When the poor and needy search for water and there is none, and their tongues are parched from thirst, then I, the Lord, will answer them. I will open up rivers for them on the high plateaus. I will give them fountains of water in the valleys. I will fill the deserts with pools of water. Rivers fed by springs will flow across the parched ground. I will plant trees in the barren desert – cedar, acacia, myrtle, olive, cypress, fir and pine. I am doing this so all who see this miracle will understand what it means – that it is the Lord who has done this, the Holy One of Israel who created it.” – Isaiah 41:17-20
The desert isn’t a place we like to find ourselves, but we’ve all been there. The seasons of our lives that feel dry and confusing and aimless. Maybe we’re waiting for healing, or we’re in the wake of a death, or everything we’ve built our life around is falling apart. Where is the Lord in all of that?
I would be lying if I said that I never question His goodness in the wilderness. Is He really doing something here? Will this season ever end? I grasp for control because all I want is to be far away from this desolate, bare season of life. But this passage from Isaiah gives me hope.
Maybe the Lord knows exactly what He’s doing in your desert. Maybe He’s asking you to stand firm in the questions. To trust that someday soon He is going to make you strong, firm, and steadfast again. Wait on the Lord.
Wait on Him to open up rivers in the parched desert. Wait on Him to plant trees in the wasteland. And when the deliverance comes, when the heavens open and the rain comes, we will know that only He could do it. Only He could bring us out of our mourning and into a miracle.
“For the Lord comforts Zion; He comforts all her waste places and makes her wilderness like Eden, her desert like the garden of the Lord; joy and gladness will be found in her, Thanksgiving and the voice of song.” – Isaiah 51:3
We were sitting in the park spread out on blankets. It was a beautiful afternoon and there wasn’t anywhere else we needed to be. We had prayer walked around Bucharest in smaller groups that morning and came together for a time of sharing over a picnic lunch. Most everywhere we went in the city, we stood out: Americans in Eastern Europe. But in the park, sitting down, gathered with Romanian and Brazilian friends, there wasn’t much to notice.
Still it seemed that a gathering of ten and twelve people was an unusual sight. Over the course of the afternoon, we were met with a lot of stares from passersby. Some were merely curious; others appeared less welcoming of our presence—and our prayers. Continue reading “An Afternoon At A Park In Bucharest”
Mother’s Day is still a couple weeks away, but I’ve been contemplating the concept of motherhood. Between a few thoughtless comments made by other mothers and my two boys being moved to more permanent homes, I was feeling less than confident in my identity as a mother. Continue reading “To The Invisible Moms”