Pursuit of God 10 years later.

Time is flying, if you can believe it, I started to write in this blog about 10 years ago or so, and looking back, I was reading my old post about pursuing God which is still powerful to me today. God is so good. He is everlasting, He is never changing. Even now as I write these words about our amazing God, tears well up in my eyes, because He has done so much, so much in my life in these 10 years. The only thing that remains the same is the goodness of God, of constant ache for Him, a constant need of Him, because He is the one who remains faithful and forgiving, and loving and never changes. God is everything in our life, from our marriage, to our children, to the weather, to our house that He provides, to the food we eat, and the health we have, everything is through Him alone, we are nothing without Him.

As I look back, I realize how much God has helped me, how much He carried me through all the pregnancies, through childbirth, through babies, and into teenagers. Now my 22 month old is a sassy 11 year old, and I have 3 more children after her. Having 6 children is still unbelievable to me. Wow. Really? Yes, they are all mine, and I wont change it for the world. Even having my 2 last babies, later in life, I am already 41, but I have a 5 month old, I still feel such love for the little babies, such blessings from their little kisses and hugs. God is good. He has blessed me extremely, He is faithful.

In conclusion I want to point out that it is not me who is pursuing God, but God is the one who is pursuing me un relentlessly, every time I forget and go side tracking, He guides me back, back to Himself. God is good. Did I already mention that? He is.

From death to life!!

He knew his friend was ill, he knew that he was dying, and he loved him very much. He waited another two days, which was very hard, but he knew it was for the glory of God. Finally the time came for him to go to his friend, his disciples were worried, afraid that the Jews would stone him. But he wasn’t afraid, he explained to them that he walks in the light, for he is light.

Sometimes we as people don’t like the light, we would rather stay in the dark. We rather hide from the light, but then we stumble and fall. Then he said that his friend is asleep and that he was going to wake him. The disciples didn’t know that he was talking about death. We as people don’t like death. To us it’s a scary, sad experience. We don’t talk about death, try not to think about it, try to ignore it. Feel uncomfortable if someone is dying, don’t really know how to feel, or what to say. But to Jesus it is like sleeping, like a dream to be awakened from.

He went to a long journey and came to his friends house. Where the sisters were crying and sad. The oldest sister came to him and said that if only he was here earlier her brother would not have died. She knew that he was the son of God, and she knew that he performed miracles. Jesus told her that he was the resurrection and the life, whoever believes in him will never die. What power we have in Jesus, knowing that if we believe in him, and he lives in us, we have resurrection and the life in us. We will never die. We should not be afraid of death, Jesus has conquered death.

Then came her sister who started to cry, as she fell at his feet, “If only you were here, my brother would not have died,” and he wept for her, for the people, for you and me, when we are sad and crying.

He went to the tomb. There was a heavy rock before the cave. A heavy stone. Before we can see a miracle we need to remove the rock of sin, a rock of darkness, or a rock of doubt from the entrance. But the oldest sister had doubt, “Lord, its been four days…” to which Jesus replied, “Just believe, and you will see the glory of God.” Sometimes we need to believe too, and we will see the glory of God, his awesome power, his healing touch, his love and kindness. Just like Martha and Mary have experienced when their dead brother came out, and was alive again.
(John 11)

Dont run out of oil!

The world is a scary place sometimes. With all the things we hear on the news. Floods, hurricanes, poor economy, unemployment, people lousing their houses, living in tent cities. The murders, the kidnappings. It makes me really anxious sometimes. These are the tough times of the end of days. I wonder how it was when my grandparents lived? Was it easier to raise kids back then? I remember my grandparents always told me how they never locked their doors and left car keys in the ignition. How it was OK to leave your kids in the car and ran to the store. How it was OK to discipline your kids, and not worry that someone will think you are abusing them and call the child protective services. Lately watching the news and just hearing rumors about the economy falling into a ditch, and that there could be a big flood coming to cover the western states. The possibility of starvation and famine. It makes my heart palpitate. I know we are not to worry about tomorrow, but sometimes I cant help but worry.
I believe these are the last days before Jesus' returns for us. We just need to be prepared for his second coming, to always be ready, to have our lamps lit and full of oil. Not to be asleep.

Some countries don’t have the rich food that we have here in this country. My parents left for United States when I was 11. I was a child and didn’t really know why we had to leave. My dad was looking for a Christian country were he could live in peace and not be prosecuted for being a Christian. I do remember when I was in 4Th grade I was ridiculed because I was a child of Christians. My parents told me that Christian teenagers were given unfair treatment, and couldn't’t apply for college because they would be refused service. Can you believe it? Living here, in this country and being able to finish school, go to college, and have a decent job… is a dream come true. To be able to practice being a Christian, go to church, and not be prosecuted for it, is amazing to my parents and me. A lot of people who moved here from different countries forget why they came here, the freedom is mind-boggling. A lot of teenagers and including their parents don’t even go to church anymore. A lot of them are blaming America for being so liberal so carefree, so peaceful. A lot of them forgot that their grandparents or possibly even parents were prosecuted for being a Christian, was made fun of being one. Oh, how easy it is to forget the bad, and start blaming something else for our mistakes.

Looking around me, I see a lot of married couples getting divorced. A lot of young wives don’t know how to be good, submissive wives. A lot of husbands don’t know how to be leaders in the family. Parents don’t know how to raise their children, and then wonder why their kids are turning out in jail, drunk, abusive to others.

Lately God is troubling my heart and soul a lot, to pray for my kids. To pray constantly, to live a holy life, to prepare my soul for the end of days, to have a big supply of oil on hand, for when the night comes, it will be too late to look for light, too late to look for oil. God doesn’t want us to be unconcerned or unprepared about the future of our children and of about ourselves. Read Matthew 25:1-13, you see I want to be the wise woman like the ones in this story, and not the foolish ones who weren't ready for the bridegroom.

"You also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect Him." Luke 12:40

Are you expecting Him?