I just finished uploading all my old weblogs onto the new WordPress format. It’s been interesting re-reading my reflections from years past.<\/p>\n
In March of 2005, I reflected on a great invitation.<\/a> In May, I wrote of revival and desiring God.<\/a> In June, I spoke of hope:<\/a> “If faith is what enables us to step out when God says \u201cGo\u201d not knowing where our destination will be; then hope is what enables us to relax as we take the step, certain that whatever we may encounter on the journey, the end is beyond our wildest dreams.”<\/p>\n Re-reading these posts re-awakens in me a longing. A longing to accept the invitation, to see the face of God, to rest in hope. It makes me long to be a Jacob generation<\/a>. It makes me desire that the story of my life<\/a> bring Him honour. <\/p>\n It seems this is my story. Something whets my appetite and I chase after God. Then I get busy or sick or tired or whatever, and I loosen my grasp. I give up wrestling, I escape unscathed.<\/p>\n But that’s not what I want. I want to enter the King’s courts, no longer making light of His invitation. I want to see the King’s face, and reflect His glory. I want to hope in God in this next stage of my life instead of freaking out about jobs and houses and husbands. I want to wrestle with God until He blesses me, not letting go except that He touches my hip and leaves me with a limp. I want my story to be His story.<\/p>\n Why, O why, can I not seem to translate want<\/b> into action<\/b>? I used to be able to, didn’t I? I feel like I did. But now I spend my time looking back with sorrow, unable to hope for the future.<\/p>\n Why are you so downcast, O my soul? Put your hope in God. I just finished uploading all my old weblogs onto the new WordPress format. It’s been interesting re-reading my reflections from years past. In March of 2005, I reflected on a great invitation. In May, I wrote of revival and desiring God. In June, I spoke of hope: “If faith is what enables us to step … Read more Back in Time<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0},"categories":[5,21],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1007"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1007"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1007\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1007"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1007"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bekahcubed.menterz.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1007"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWhy are you so disturbed?<\/i><\/p>\n
\nFor I will<\/b> yet praise Him.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"