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Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

Lads. My Heart is Full.


My heart is so full. Knowing the preparation that goes behind the thousands of children who participated in scores of events prior to and at the Lads convention, I’m overcome with gratitude for what parents and grandparents are contributing right now to the church in the latter half of the 21st century. Unless the trumpet blows beforehand, some of the kids who were shining this weekend will still be working and shining for him as the wise and elderly in the body, even as the calendar page is turned to the 22nd century. Faith works…and the faith that worked for the events of this last weekend will still be working for generations. My heart is full for the legacy so many are working to leave. 

I will be gone to the brighter side in a few years. But I am praying those living room speech practices, the big allotments of time we spent in reviewing and repeating Bible bowl answers with four of our grandkids, the way Colleyanna achieved getting the rhythm and beat of 4:4 song leading, the verse that resonated in our hearts over and over as Eliza rehearsed it: “Draw near to God and he will draw near to you. Cleanse your hands, you sinners, and purify your hearts, you double-minded!” (James 4:8)—-I am praying that these little things will grow like the mustard seed, into glory from their lives to their Lord. I am praying that the 100 verses memorized by five of my children this year will grow into bigger and bigger faith, because I trust him when he said “Faith comes by hearing the word of God” (Romans 10:17)

(l-r) Colleyanna, Lily, Ezra, Ellis, Maggie and Eliza Jane

I trust him! Ellis’s speech was about his favorite thing…nutcrackers. He explained how some nutcrackers are fake. They cannot “really quack de nuts.” He said it’s the same way with Christians. Some are fake and some are real. Then he said that he wants to be like Daniel, who was the real thing. He wanted to follow God even when it was hard. How I am trusting God, that as their parents pour time and the Word into the children, who are my six grandchildren, that the product will be a faith that works! My deepest desire in this life is to be with all of them in the next.

At the Nashville convention alone this year there were 10,000 participants! Ten-thousand PARTICIPANTS, excluding the non-participating people who were attendees. Although, I cannot bear to think about one of these 10,000 being lost, I know the devil is both busy and crafty. He desperately wants to break the chain of faith in your family. But the way that he responds to our drawing near to God is by fleeing. Did you get that? As Eliza’s verse says, the devil flees when we draw near to God! When you pull your children into the Word, you put the devil on the run. How can we be sparse in our time in the Word while we generously give it to soccer, baseball, school work and entertainment? When we draw near to the things of this world while excluding the eternal things, the devil loves it. He doesn’t have to flee. He just presents himself and entices our children through the unimportant things we love. He presents secularism in the schoolwork. He presents worldliness in the entertainment and he presents misplaced priorities in the sports…IF we are doing these things to the exclusion of getting our kids in the Word! 

So gratitude from a deep place in our hearts today for the army of parents and grandparents, mentors and ministers who spent massive amounts of time preparing kids for the spiritual stuff that makes life worth living and draws them near to God. They can’t all yet understand the power that is working in them, but they will know, one day soon, that it is the power of an  unyielding faith that will lead them over Jordan and safely to the throne. I’ll be waiting with expectation for them!

Ezra and our brother, Roy Johnson

Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

Digging: Daniel was victorious, but it still wasn’t pretty…

As it relates to our Digging Deep study and  as this month closes, I wanted to ask you to consider the possibilities given in this article. Daniel is nothing short of an amazing leader. He had suffered exile from his homeland, likely castration, intimidation over his desire to please God in his diet, the knowledge that his three closest cohorts were being thrown in a fiery pit for the faith he shared with them, the threat of death, along with all the other princes because an ego-centric  raging king wanted men to tell him what he had dreamed, and the wrath of the last Babylonian king when Daniel, himself, was forced to tell the likely drunken king that his kingdom was being torn from him.  All.Of.That….

Before the lion’s den. 

And so Daniel just kept on praying.

And then there was this. Pretty sure I would’ve said “Okay, I can’t do this anymore…There has to be another way….How long can this keep happening?…Really, Lord?…Are you hearing me?”

But not my friend, Daniel. He really is my friend because he has taught me more about forgiveness and prayer and perseverance this month than I can put in this short writ. I love that man, Daniel! 

My daughter, Hannah, reposted this and I saw it today. I want to be sure you see it, too. It’s a motivating thing to ponder. 

Finish up that study and have a great weekend!

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Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

This Hyperactivity All Over Again…

I’m up at four this morning to dig and as I began to do that, I ran across this. I wrote it almost exactly one year ago, well before I had firmly decided to write a study about the God of More.  The challenges are slightly different this week, but still just as intense, if not maybe a little more so. So this…still: 

Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen (Ephesians 3:20,21).

Happy New Year! As I sit here in a coffee shop to write, it strikes me how often I become “stressed-and-a-mess” over the negatives in my days that are really insignificant beyond nothingness. This week we postponed a Christmas ( a BIG one, cancelled due to sickness) that was supposed to be at our house, We are without internet for ten days at our house. We have an extra child at our house (a pretty needy one, at that). We have a couple of majorly huge issues going on in our house, that require our minds as we navigate them. And, at our house, this week, someone called to say some very harsh things to my husband in some very harsh tones. 

“Our house”  was in the above paragraph five times. It’s so important for me to remember the huge blessing in that phrase. “Our” means it’s not just me against the world. There are five good (and young) sisters, locally, that come to mind as I type who don’t talk about “our house” in the same sense that I can speak of it. There’s no male spiritual leadership, no wage earning man, no strong child disciplinarian, no protector and no one in the home who loves these sisters as Christ loved the church (Ephesians 5). But I live in “our house.” And the blessed implications of that are huge. Those of us who do enjoy it should never be smug about or take for granted the insulation that separates us from the harshness of the unrighteous world around us. And we should minister to those who do not have the godly leaders in the home. 

And then it’s our “”house”. The place of belonging. The system of familiar life, The shelter from the rain. The warmth in a cold winter. The presence of beds with blankets and firm pillows, electricity, food in the fridge, and clothing in the closets. It’s a place where the grandchildren who are not sick can isolate from the ones down the street who are fevered. It’s a place where they know there are bikes on the porch and games in the basement. More than that, our house is a home. When I walk in that kitchen door, there’s music even if it’s completely silent, because there is praise in my heart. He lives at our house. The aroma of the potpourri in the tiny counter crockpot fills the air with the fragrance of cinnamon and fruit and reminds me of of how much he has given me. I delight in His law and I can bring forth “fruit in my season” (Psalm 1). There are little twinkling lights that will stay there much longer this year while we wait for that fun Christmas time with family that will, prayerfully, happen in about a month. They are fun and they tell me, when all of my neighbors are turning their lights off, that maybe letting mine twinkle all through January will remind me that the real light, that should shine in and from my house, should remain every day of every year. 

While I thought about the immensity of the blessings in our house, I remembered  that I serve the God of more. I looked up the Greek word for more abundantly in Ephesians 3 and I find that the word is hyper. That’s right, It’s the word we use today to describe a child who is way above and beyond excited. It’s the word we use to tell the doctor about a wild allergic reaction on our skin…”I am hyper-allergic/hyper-sensitive  to______________.”  When a child is focused on some object or outcome and cannot be distracted, we say he is “hyper-fixated.” Our God is way outside the realm of the norm in his care for us.  When I try to describe his ability to answer my pleas, I understand He is the “hyper” God.  He is able to do “hyper” (abundantly more) than I can ask or imagine. 

It’s a new year. I’ve decided to do some things that might be helpful for me, personally. I’m going to drink some protein every morning. I’m implementing some new prayer habits and I’m starting the Digging Deep writing process much earlier this year. But more than those resolutions, I’m going to remember that, while there is so much that I cannot control—sickness, technology, sin in the lives of others, to name a few—I serve a Father who is “hyper-able”. I can take all the little inconveniences and mishaps to Him at any given moment, and I can know that He is working with unlimited ability toward the end that He already sees with clarity! And he works in “our house.” I cannot focus on the end of the anxiety yet, because I cannot see the resolution. But I can focus on my “hyper” God and know that He is able to do more than I am asking or thinking for our house! Happy New Year! Your God is able!

Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

A Prosperous New Year to You!

As long as I can remember, our family has traditionally eaten black-eyed peas on New Year’s Day. I remember my grandmother telling me (in fun) some folklore about how for every pea you eat on New Year’s, you’d get a nickel during the year. (That’s close, anyway.) 

Vogue.com says:  Black-eyed peas are enjoyed on New Year’s Day as a way to invite good fortune and prosperity. The beans represent coins, the greens they are served with symbolize paper money, and cornbread is for gold. Black-eyed peas are also traditionally cooked with pork, which signifies progress because pigs root forward.

Neither I nor my grandmother ever thought black-eyed peas were really connected to my fortune in any given year. But it’s fun (and delicious) to have them on New Year’s Day, anyway. (And I did put bacon in them, but not because pigs root forward. That makes me laugh.)

As I washed them, I thought about how many I’d eat if I really thought I’d get a nickel for every one I ingested. I’d have to return to Sam’s for at least one more big bag. I went down a little ADHD path in my mind about how wonderful it would be if black-eyed peas could really give me prosperity, and about how I know the things that give me prosperity in the most real and eternal way. I thought about Deuteronomy 30 and what God said to Israel about returning to the place of prosperity: 

Now it shall come to pass, when all these things come upon you, the blessing and the curse which I have set before you, and you call them to mind among all the nations where the LORD your God drives you, and you return to the LORD your God and obey His voice, according to all that I command you today, you and your children, with all your heart and with all your soul, that the LORD your God will bring you back from captivity, and have compassion on you, and gather you again from all the nations where the LORD your God has scattered you. If any of you are driven out to the farthest parts under heaven, from there the LORD your God will gather you, and from there He will bring you. Then the LORD your God will bring you to the land which your fathers possessed, and you shall possess it. He will prosper you and multiply you more than your fathers. And the LORD your God will circumcise your heart and the heart of your descendants, to love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul, that you may live.

God told Israel he would prosper them if they returned and obeyed. But notice the promised  prosperity involved both circumcision of the heart and a resultant love for God with all of heart and soul. I want to prosper this year, but not in accumulated nickels. I want to prosper in circumcision of my heart that I may love him with everything I have. 

Romans 2:28-29 gives a little more insight into this prosperity of a circumcised heart: 

For he is not a Jew who is one outwardly, nor is circumcision that which is outward in the flesh; but he is a Jew who is one inwardly; and circumcision is that of the heart, in the Spirit, not in the letter; whose praise is not from men but from God.

There will be many accumulated dollars this year. Praise will be given by peers for prosperity in many human endeavors in 2026. I want to find the praise that is not from men, but from God. 

May you have a truly prosperous New Year!

 

Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

Peter and James…and Ellis

The profundity of the comments that children make in Bible discussions never ceases to amaze me. Last night, at my son’s house, there was a discussion of Peter and James in Acts 5 and 12; how that God saw fit to deliver Peter from prison in Acts 5, but did not deliver James in Acts 12.  Instead, He allowed his execution. Maggie, who is seven, thought it was interesting and began to think of reasons why that would be the case. Together, they thought of all kinds of reasons God might have had, in His sovereignty and complete knowledge, to allow this disparity. I’m sure they listed reasons having to do with the spread of the gospel and reasons having to do with the strengthening of those left behind. But Ellis, who is four, said, in a trembling and weepy little voice “Wait! God didn’t save James?!!”

But, in the end, their mama and daddy pointed out the important truth that James was happy in his death because He got to go to be with the Lord and all of his suffering was over, for good. “See? James was happy that he got to leave prison and go to be forever happy. It actually made him happy that he was chosen to get to leave this world.” 

Ellis, in a trembling little voice responded “Well, maybe it made James happy. But it doesn’t make me happy.” 

Sometimes I fail to look at things through the eyes of God.  Often, I’m looking at death and suffering around me and, with trembling voice, I say “This doesn’t make me happy.” Like Ellis, I am full of compassion toward God’s people and I wonder why the evil and death is all around. 

It is through the words of Peter that I take comfort:

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! According to his great mercy, he has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you, who by God’s power are being guarded through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. In this you rejoice, though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been grieved by various trials, so that the tested genuineness of your faith—more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire—may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ. Though you have not seen him, you love him. Though you do not now see him, you believe in him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory, obtaining the outcome of your faith, the salvation of your souls (1 Peter 1:3-9).

I love the word outcome. See, the ultimate outcome for James and Peter was the same. It was the salvation of their souls. Something was being kept in heaven; reserved for each of them. In the grand scheme of things, their entrances into the realm of glory was separated by only the briefest moment in time—just a few years in the vast sea of eternity. 

But I would not have those words in this epistle of suffering if Peter had not survived the imprisonment of Acts 5 and gone on to write them later. And, perhaps, the Holy Spirit could then use Peter to write them, in part, because Peter had witnessed and survived the early Jewish and Herodian persecution, even in the death of James. Remember, James was one of his fishing buddies in the early days, before they made the huge life-change there in Capernaum, by the sea of Galilee. The loss of Peter, in James’ death, was the ultimate gain for James. Death is no thief to the faithful, for his sting has been taken (1 Corinthians15:55). Peter was learning that through every trial and loss. He was getting ready to write 1 Peter and give comfort and courage to many generations of Christians to come.

We are grieved by various trials. As Ellis says “They don’t make us happy.” But one day they will.

Bless Your Heart by Cindy Colley

This Card!…and this Little Light of Mine!

I love this painted card submission by Shirley Ginter. In fact, it is practically perfect in every way! Love for Digging Deep, for the season, for all of you, and for the Lord shows through in every stroke!

I love the season. Little lessons pop up all over the place. My husband keeps saying, “There’s a blog post in that!” Earlier this week I was putting up some lights by the front door. I had to try and light up a bush and then a wreath that was a couple of feet above the bush. You know you really never want the lights that are in between your illuminations to show (when it’s a decoration on your house). I mean you want those stray lights that are not really outlining anything to be hidden. Sometimes you just start a new strand on each thing you’re illuminating. But sometimes you run out of outlets or your strand of lights is just too long not to use somewhere else. So you end up with a little row of lights just dangling in the air here between the wreath and the bush.

As I was putting black tape around those stray lights, a little light (no pun intended) went off in my head. It was next to impossible to completely hide those little lights with black tape. I’d think I had it and then back away and see that the brightness was escaping through some tiny little crack between two pieces of tape. I’d see a little sparkle coming through a spot of adhesive.

That’s the way it is with our Matthew 5 light. “We are,”  as Jesus said,  “the light of the world.”  There is blackness all around us. It’a a blackness of sin that’s hard to penetrate and the entities of blackness stick together. Like that tape, they try to extinguish the light. But it’s hard to hide the light when it’s Christianity. Because of the boldness, the brightness and the beauty of Christ, His light in us penetrates that blackness in which the world tries to envelope us. The little bright light, that you are, escapes the black tape, and someone sees you in the dark void.

You are the light of the world, a city set on a hill that cannot be hidden.

Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.

 

This little light of mine…I’m going to let it shine.