Tag: God’s promises

A Promise: as good as the Promise Maker

by kerriebutterfield

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I had a spiritual breakdown eight years ago. Riddled with disappointment and anger with God for not doing what He promised,  I became  weary of waiting for God’s goodness. I couldn’t pray, or if I did, my prayers were filled with bitterness, sadness, and despair.

In the midst of teaching  others that God spoke, healed and saved, we witnessed our friends die of cancer and we struggled financially. I was  doing the “right stuff’ but things weren’t  working out “right”. It wasn’t until after a traumatic event that  I realized all this and I found myself losing hope.

A few weeks later, home alone with my miserable self, I  heard Papa God say to me, “A promise is  as good as the person who makes it. You believe I am good for others, but you don’t believe I am good for you. I want to give you unshakeable faith in my goodness. I am going to astound you with my goodness so that you truly know that I am good.” Read the rest of this entry »

Tilled and Sown

by juste buzas

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Years ago, before I had given my heart to Christ, my life looked like a desert plain where the soil was hardened by the heat of the sun.  Through rebellion and strife, I was responsible for the fruitlessness and decay of my life.  Even so, God was always there.  In His sovereignty, God waited until I came to the end of myself that brought me to my knees.

Kneeling in the desert of my own desolation, unable to stand, parched and spent, I reached out to my loving Father and begged for mercy and escape.

God, in His compassion, met me in the field of my deficiency, stayed with me there in the parched land of my need.  It was there that the Lord began teaching me His ways. He showed me my desolate self against the mirror of His abounding holiness. He opened my eyes to my wandering places, exposed my hidden places of hurt and trespass and revealed where my resisted His love.

It was there, dry and broken, that I understood God’s mercy, grace, and forgiveness.  It was there that He taught me how to be loved:

“For behold, I am for you and I will turn to you; and you shall be tilled and sown.”  (Ezekiel 36:9)

Tilled and sown.  Oh!  God does not leave us in the desert for long.  No.  He tills away our sorrow and our sin.  He turns our lives over…from old into new.  In our willingness for the work of His hand, God is faithful to till and to sow.  He plants His Word deep within our hearts.  He satisfies our thirst.  We become like a newly planted field that is watered by the rain of God’s presence and bathed in the glory of His light.  His seed of grace and goodness is planted deep within our hearts, and our lives are adorned with the fruitfulness of His righteousness.

The “Unless” Moments of God

by juste buzas


The Lord will fight for you, and you shall hold your peace and remain at rest. (Exodus 14:14)

“When will it break, Lord?”  I whispered wearily.  “When will release come?”

My spirit was tired and heavy within me.  Oh, I wasn’t complaining.  The motive of my heart was pure.  I was quite familiar with the rebellious cries of the children of ancient Israel for I, too, had cried out in bitterness and anger toward God.  I, too, had looked up through bitter tears and accused God.  But this was different.  I wasn’t angry or even sad.  I was simply tired.  I was weary.

As soon as I cried out in anguish, words of Scripture and prophecy flowed through my spirit.  Words which reassured and steadied me.  I took a breath.  I was not turning back.  I had no desire to return to the old for I had tasted and experienced God’s goodness.  I had come to know His steadfast faithfulness – there in the midst of my struggle.  I was simply facing another day of trial, and my heart was faint to bear it. Read the rest of this entry »

He Has Promised

by Carol Nicholls

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For all the promises of God in Him (Jesus) are yes, and in Him…Amen..So Be It!    II Corinthians 1:20

“I say what I mean and I mean what I say.” I really live that sentence. It is a fundamental statement of who I am. On the positive side of things, my word is my bond. On the negative side, I can come across as uncaring.

Most of us have strong convictions on some subject, but we rarely know why they are so important to us. In my case the reason is rooted in childhood. Read the rest of this entry »

Posture of Belief

by Dawn Aldrich

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“Blessed is she who has believed that the Lord would fulfill His promises to her!” Luke 1:45

Believing God’s promises isn’t always easy, especially when He promises the impossible.

I often marvel at Mary’s experience with the angel Gabriel, in the Christmas story. There she was, a simple Jewish maiden, minding her own business, maybe hanging laundry, walking back from the market or drawing water from the well, when suddenly Gabriel greets her as God’s “highly favored” one.

Scripture doesn’t say Mary cowered from his large stature or trembled at the sound of his booming voice. So, not wanting to frighten her, I imagine Gabriel may have seemed a plain man; someone whom Mary would not be afraid. But what did frighten her was Gabriel’s greeting. “Greetings! You are highly favored. The Lord is with you!” (Luke 1:28)

You can fill in the blanks. “Who? Me? Favored? By whom? God? Oh! You must have mistaken me for someone else. I’m just…well, I’m just…I’m only Mary.” Read the rest of this entry »

Little with a Crumb

by Dawn Aldrich



Today’s article is authored by Mandy Adendorff

A dad held his infant and said to him, “You, my little son, will be called the prophet of the Most High, because you will prepare the way for the Lord. You will tell his people how to find salvation through forgiveness of their sins,” (Luke 1:76-77).

John the Baptist was this new-born baby, unaware of the call over his life and the anticipation heaven had over him. Yet, God didn’t wait until he was a strong man before He proclaimed His word over him.

There is a reason why God proclaims His word over us when we are very small–no matter what the call is, it will not be fulfilled by our strength and power. It’s not our size that will fulfill the call, rather it’s the weight and strength of the word of God over our lives that will propel us into our callings.

We all carry a unique call from heaven. This is stronger than physical, financial, emotional and mental limitations. It’s the Word from heaven in our lives that propels us past these limitations.

As a weak, helpless babe John carried a weighty call. The call was stronger than his frail mind and body. The dream God has for us is always much bigger than our ability because God has designed us to function in partnership with Him. The dream of God over your life is meant for two to fulfill. If we were supposed to do it on our own He would have given us a call in proportion to our size, but He never does. The call on our lives is huge and impossible in comparison with our size, because it can only be fulfilled by a small person living in agreement with Almighty God.

The dream of God is not only meant for two (God and you), but for three and four

You see, when John was too small to comprehend it all he was surrounded by people who believed what God had said to him. It’s vital that we, like John surround ourselves with earthly agreement. The people who you share your life with are directly linked to your future.

Baby John possessed nothing but a word from heaven. The dream of God often starts with nothing more than a crumb in our hands, a stirring inside. It’s important that we honor what God stirs in us by nurturing it.

Ways to nurture God’s dream in you:

  1. Agree with it– When you agree with what God has said, you position yourself as God’s partner. Intentionally surround yourself with those who will together agree with God’s dream for your life.
  1. Submit to it– True submission to God’s dream for our lives takes time. It involves us letting go of personal limitations that were shaped by fear and other junk. God’s dream is always the most fulfilling way for us to live. We were made for this!
  1. Release it– It’s scary to step into His call because we feel as if we only have a crumb to give, but when we release the crumb that’s in our hands it becomes a loaf of bread that others will feed on. We release the crumb – God gives it life.

“So is my word that goes out from my mouth:It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.”

(For context read Isaiah 55:9-11)

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On Numerology and Catalysts

by Mike McKinniss

photo1I don’t typically go in for Gematria or other numerologies. I prefer the harder sciences, like prayer, which anyone seeking a direct and urgent answer from the Lord will tell you is exceptionally hard. But in this instance the numbers could be neither avoided nor ignored.

There is no better way to doom oneself to a predawn morning of endless tossing than to glance at the clock when inexplicably awaking in the middle of the night. I made the awful mistake a few hours after midnight in late April. Three fiery threes seared my eyes from across the bedroom. I should have dismissed them. Normally, I would have. Yet in that dark hour a miracle occurred: my groggy soul took notice.

The spirit is willing, they say, but the flesh–oh God, the flesh! I meant to ask someone more practiced in divine numbers about the triplicate threes, but alas! I’ve yet to reach my glorified state. I will, however, claim this small achievement to my credit, if you’ll allow it. I suspected something was up.

To the credit of the Lord’s great mercy and to the great relief of my spirit, the nocturnal illumination, like my own personal Aurora Borealis on the nightstand, repeated itself precisely one square month later. May was winding to a close and 3:33 again made its presence felt to me. Somehow I knew this was no unholy haunting. How could it be–a trinity of trinities. God was in those neon digits.

Equal parts spooked and excited, I sought the advice of my colleague, who is better versed in some of the Lord’s more curious modes of speech. “What’s the deal with threes?” I asked him. “Fulfillment,” he replied. “Resurrection!” His response sent a charge through my bones. It’s far too long a tale to tell here, and it’s probably far too personal a story to share on the internet, but I had long been awaiting a kind of new birth of my own.

In the 1950’s, scientists Stanley Miller and Harold Urey filled a glass apparatus with gases thought to have been swirling about the earth’s primordial atmosphere. Into this tiny chamber they injected a catalyst of electrical current, miniature lightning through a miniature atmosphere. The product of their experiment was a rich blend of amino acids, complex molecules that are the building blocks of simple life forms.

The ingredients to my own primordial soup: the love of my life, a broken heart, divine promises, countless prayers, and six years of solitude. My alarm clock was no longer a simple timepiece. It was the probe that supplied the electrical catalyst into my gaseous hopes. This digital clock radio, a gift to take to college nearly twenty years ago, had announced a different kind of time. The arrival of my dreams, it declared in its own curious language, was near.

It was not yet fulfillment, but it was a life, of sorts. I spent the following weeks and months in a state of constant anticipation. Surely, I thought as I checked my mailbox each evening, she’s written. “It’s her!” I exclaimed with each successive ding of my phone. She hadn’t and it wasn’t (not yet), but I was suspended on a wave of expectation. I had new life, or at least the building blocks of life.

All this is to say that the Lord was very gracious to me. Nearing the end of this lengthy journey, he could have left me to limp or crawl across the finish line. I could have been blindsided with a joyful conclusion. Instead, he dispatched a flurry of threes to intercept my sleepy spirit and had me bounding towards the fulfillment of his promises with courage and confidence, even if I still prefer not to look at the clock in the middle of the night.

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Don’t Allow Your Heart to Get Old

by mandyade

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“Let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.” Galatians 6:9

Zechariah and Elizabeth were barren –they prayed and waited for years for the  but it never seemed to come. Finally, an angel appeared to Zechariah in answer to his prayers, but Zechariah’s heart struggled to believe. His response to this heavenly encounter was, “How can I be sure of this?” He had believed once, but had seen no answers; gradually he had stopped hoping and developed an unbelieving heart.

Zechariah’s unbelief worked against the promise; his powerful mouth was silenced until his heart came into agreement with God. When he finally made a public declaration of his agreement with God his tongue was loosed. Now he was able to speak into the promise of God.

We can unintentionally become like Zechariah.  When our promises goes unfulfilled for years, our hearts may begin to age just like our body. It may become calloused, weary and hopeless. Losing hope ages our heart like time ages our body. When it is too painful to keep hoping we might build up a thick skin against hope in an effort to protect ourselves from disappointment.

But, it’s easy to hope when you have never been disappointed, that’s why children can believe in anything. Once disappointments start to come many of us lose our hope. We not only lose hope in our prayers being answered but sometimes we lose hope in God.

So how do we maintain our hope when we have waited for a lifetime? The answer lies in where we place our hope – our hope must not be placed in the promise but in the God of the promise. He is the source of all good promises and He cannot fail.

When weariness tries to make you old, position your heart to become young again.

Receive your childlike heart by meditating on the following:

1. God is my kind Father who favors me and is tender toward me.

2. My life is vulnerable before my Father because He is my hope and safety.

3. Father’s goodness is over my life (no matter what I see or feel) because He is good and faithful to me.

A childlike heart will naturally be able to believe. Now when your body ages and promises seem far away, your heart will be kept young and you will be like the young girl Mary who was able to grasp her life-altering word from God with joy!

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