Thursday, October 2, 2014

To Hold Time & To Leave Behind

Ever thought what it would be like to hold time in your hands?

This morning, I did. 

After reading my morning's devotion in Ann Voskamp's One Thousand Gifts I realized that God has bestowed upon me a wonderful gift. 

Time. 

It wasn't that it just fell into my lap.  Nor did I just stumble across it. Getting to where I am now was through a decision to follow a calling.

A call to leave behind.

And it took me a year to figure this out.  

Our culture and media propagate this notion that the busy life is the full life.  If you are at work early, stay beyond midnight, have no time for sleep, friends or family, with the exceptional mid-day drinks, then you are living the high life.  The big time.  

You have... wait for it... arrived.

Then, why, may I ask, are many of these on acid reducers, antidepressants and 5 hour energy drinks?

God has called me into opposite land:  
a calling to leave behind the rat race.

Granted for my Type-A personality, it has been hard to leave unfinished business behind.  It has been hard to face forward and start all over again.  It is hard to be slow.

It's like God sat me down beside His quiet waters and said "Stay!"  He wanted to show me something.  

But, my Type-A personality says "Go!!"  Do this, and that and faster and better...and... AND!

He's had to find me and sit me back down more times than I'd like to admit.

Alas, seated, my eyes catch hold of the things that bring me joy:
my doggies...
flowers off the rose bush I thought I killed finally blooming...
the golden sun of the skies...
soft green grass like that of a meadow when I'm used to the brown crunch a dried up stalk brings... 
my husband home and his jubilance...
and...

AND my heart cultivates new soil; the soil of thankfulness.

Ann Voskamp felt this too.  

In her book, One Thousand Gifts, she struggles to keep it all together. As the wife of a farmer and the mother of six children, she wanted and needed more time.  Ann soon realized that to enjoy each moment was to cultivate a heart of thankfulness, writing down everything that came to mind; a list of one thousand things.  

She, too, soon realized she had the gift of time.

"Giving thanks for one thousand things is ultimately an invitation to slow time down with weight of full attention...  I can slow the torrent by being all here."*

I've tested her theory.

And she's right on.

Being thankful does, in fact, allow time to slow; 
permitting what brings great joy to illuminate... 
transcending the ticking of seconds; 
a passport to being fully engaged in the moment where one can actually embody and behold each moment.  

To hold time.


Whereas the rat race speeds through each moment, panting, worried, striving for more and more and more.   


It has taken me a year to realize that God wanted my time.  

He wanted me to lay down the rat race to give me Himself.
Himself in time.  

Himself realized through thankfulness.

What a precious gift.  

Tears flow as I realize His revelation before my eyes.  

My puppy [ok, she's full grown, but she'll always be my pup] darts over with eyes of worry.  "What's wrong, Mommy?"  [True, I don't have kids, so these are mine]. 

My heart tilled with seeds of thankfulness embraces this tender moment.  "I'm ok, Bear."

And time stood still.  

I stand amazed.  





Just last night, my husband and I were talking about how we could both use 26 hours in our day.  Just 2 more hours and we'd be set.  

Truth be told, even at 26 hours we'd probably realize we really needed 28, then 32, then we'd end up wanting just one day to be forever long.

And maybe it is.

A different perspective could be that our entire life is really just one day on God's timeline.  That our twenty-four hours is just a cycle which we go through and all of our lives fit into what eternity deems as a day.  Kind of spreads out the panic of daily tasks, doesn't it? It will get done when it gets done.

But however eternity calculates the length of a day, God is in charge of time and He will equip us to get us to where we need to go.  Wouldn't any loving parent do the same for their child?  

"For it is God who works in you to will and to act according to His good purpose," Philippians 2:3.**

So, find rest in these words and find yourself beside His quiet waters.

For the gift of time is also His gift to you.  

AND...

Start your list of things you are thankful for and see what happens.
You might just be amazed.

You might just hold time too.




Today's message was inspired by a gift a dear woman gave to me recently [ya think God is trying to tell me something?] 
Check it out here:  One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp
http://www.aholyexperience.com/
I've also put the book in my store, posted on the menu on the right--> 

References:
*Voskamp, Ann M. One Thousand Gifts. Grand Rapids: Zondervan, 2010.   p. 68-69.  
**Baker, Warren.  The Hebrew-Greek Key Word Study Bible, New International Version.  Chattanooga:  AMG Publishers, 1996.

Content and Photography ©  Candice Irion, 2014.





Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Life through The Lens: Letting Go and Finding Grace in Rare Places


I love the morning sunlight.  It is crisp and warm.  It soothes the onset of a new day.  It beckons me out of the bed and into what I need to do.

The light welcomes me. 

Especially in the Fall where the golds and greens abound; colors illuminating against the blue ceiling.  

There are no clouds today.

It was perfect to sit amidst the wonder listening to the birds chirp and the church bells chime.  Wonderful.  

To see the puppies bounce and sniff and wait… they aren’t going to the—-

NO!!!!

Houdini, the name I’ve nicknamed my eldest dog as she can get out of anything.  

Lock up?  Forget it. She’ll figure out a way and even use her sister’s muscle power for her advantage then leave sister behind.  

Ask me how I know.

A brief scolding and then relief when they listened to my command, I ventured back into the wonder.

When, stop.

Three little new springs have sprung in the space where the leaves damaged the grass.  New life in the ruins? 

I’ve learned a bit about trees reseeding themselves living in the jungles of my current abode.  Never have I witnessed tree growth as I do here.  It’s quite amazing.  

I looked around to see what the new tree might be.  Not too far stands a crate myrtle proud.  I looked down at the sprigs.  Yup.  Three sprigs and all.  It’s a baby crate.  I love these trees.  

                                                                                                              © Candice Irion Photography

A verse seized my heart.


“I will make a way in the wilderness 
and rivers in the desert,” 

“Thank you, Lord,” my heart mustered.

Trying to practice a heart of gratitude, this was a good step in the right direction.  

But the three little sprigs surged a new idea.  Capture it.  

I debated the time, the energy the…

Well, why not?

Off to get my camera.

Any photographer will tell you that while the body of what captures the photos is important, it is the glass that one sees through that is critical.  If you have low grade glass, then your photo won’t have all the bells and whistles and what makes it all it can be. 

The Lord brought such a fine grade glass into my life recently and with a challenge:

to internally see myself through this glass 
and not through my eyes.  

Not my past.

Not my hangups, hiccups or harrowing-did-I-really-say-or-do that??

Nope.

But through the glass of… grace?

Not through what I’ve left undone?  What I should have or should not have completed?  Not through all my lacks and false lusters?  

Simply through a high grade glass that He sees you and me through.  Grace.

As many a woman will tell you, self criticism and battles with failure are at the top of her daily greatest hits (but we all hate) chart.  I am such that gal.

Producing something perfect sends me to the moon.  Who doesn’t enjoy this?  But when it isn’t just right, I adjust, I tweak, I do anything but leave it the heck alone.

I need to leave myself the heck alone.

I saw a video recently that has a lot of impact as it reveals to women that they are their own biggest critic when everyone else sees them as a beautiful person.  Check it out.  


“We see ourselves as harsh and unbecoming, when in reality that’s not how the world sees us,”
And may I add…

That’s not how God sees us.


So the challenge to see myself differently came with other lists.  

To forgive myself for all the small things and the big things.

To let go of the things that I condemn myself over.

And…

To

Move

Forward.  

I’ve started posting index cards with Scripture around my house.  Places that my eyes bounce upon when I open the fridge, do the dishes, wake up in the morning.  



Scripture that breathes new life in the desert places in my soul.

Words of truth that I can trust.

Words that cheer me forward instead of remind me of the past….

…that closet of memories that I try to slam shut and lock, but like my Houdini of a dog, they find their own way out and LOUD into my thoughts.  

Speaking of which, did I tell you I’m a hoarder?  

I actually like to call it: “being resourceful”.  “Being prepared.”  

Sure.  The boxes piled high and tipping over will tell you the same thing.  (:  

I think it’s time to go to Hoarders Anonymous and proclaim:  “Hi, I am a hoarder.”

And what is external likely falls across the board internally.

I am also a hoarder of my past. 

It entangles me all of the time like the countless boxes I tend to keep so that when I have to, I’m ready to move.  But somehow, I’m not moving anywhere soon.

Ironic that I hoard boxes to pack things in, to physically move but internally, I need to let go of what’s inside of these boxes to figuratively move forward.  

Isn’t irony sometimes greatness?

So, will the boxes really get gone soon?  Literally?  My vote is no on that.

However, internally…

What must happen now is the letting go, the forgiveness and the diligence to see myself how God sees me….  through His glass.  Not mine.

So watch this.

When my eyes see the Scripture cards, it breeds new thoughts.  New life.  




When my mind’s eye looks around the room of me, it breeds old thoughts.  Death.  Lies.  Hurt.

So then I capture these thoughts of self condemnation and criticism.  I hold them up to the glass of grace.  I realize the lies.  For in Christ Jesus there is no condemnation.

What about the I’m no good at, I’m not… etc., etc., etc.,   You can pretty much bank that these are lies too.

Which draws my conclusion.

My thoughts can lie.  But the truth does not.  

My eyes see one thing.  God’s glass of grace sees another.

My mind and heart will lie to me.  God does not.

So, if we are to retreat from the scolding and return into the wonder, let us fill our lives with the warmth of the truth.

The hope that beckons us out of bed in the mornings.

The light that welcomes us. 

And let us move forward, fixing our eyes upon the thing things that propel us onward, not ensnaring us to hoard into our past thinking.  

Let us be mindful to see through the glass of grace.

And let go.  Be free.

Let us see through the high grade glass, steady, and SNAP.

Capturing the new life before us; the living admits the dessert.

Little sprigs of a beautiful wonder that He created.  

Wonderfully divine.  

You.  

Me.  

Us.  

And let us live each moment in thankfulness, that which spurs on the new and reveals the old.


For it is only through this glass that we can truly see that which we already behold. 


"I praise you because I am fearfully 
and wonderfully made," 


© Candice Irion Photography

"See, I am doing a new thing! 
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? 
I am making a way in the wilderness 
and streams in the wasteland," 


Put to death, therefore whatever belongs to your earthly nature, Colossians 3:5.

You used to walk in these ways in the life you once lived, Col. 3:7.

But now you must rid yourselves of all such things, Col. 3:8.

Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves, Col. 3:12.

With grace…  because…

Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus...
...because through Christ Jesus, the law of the Spirit of life set me free from the law of sin and death, Romans 8:1-2.

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us…  

…Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God,” Hebrews 12:1-2.

Content and Photography, © Candice Irion, Candice Irion Photography.
Scripture References are from the New International Version, AMG Publishers, AMG International 1996.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Transitions that Get You Somewhere

I had the honor of writing the below as a guest blogger for The Ranch.org; an online ministry led by Eric Elder.  It's a wonderful site if you are needing hope and healing, or just to gain a new perspective, go there and check it out.

Click here to read the article on The Ranch.org

Transitions that Get You Somewhere


“We… are being transformed into His likeness with ever-increasing glory” (2 Corinthians 3:18)

I’ll come right out with it. There is nothing easy about transitions. They all incur choices, considerations and possibly some of the biggest trials you’ll go through. To me, seasons of transitions have been like walking through storms: lightning, heat, fire, gushes of water, you name it. It is there.

My most recent transition was a move. I’m still dealing with it. When I found out my husband and I were moving, I thought I was going into some sort of exile. Quite literally and sorry to admit. But, yes, I did.

With earlier transitions I’d tell you I went on several round trips to hell with no frequent flyer miles to boot. I suffered losses of the worst kind and believe me, I never want to go back. Hell is well… hell. What can I say?

So transitions and me? I’d say we are tight, but I don’t like them that much. We aren’t friends, nor do I really care to offer that kind of amiable middle ground to transition. We won’t be Facebook friends any time soon.

But transitions are in my life and in yours too. Yours might be the same as mine or different. Either way, transitions are there for better or worse, good or bad, in sickness and in health… basically, for the long haul.

God has used transitions in my life for many reasons, and if hindsight is really 20/20, I have to say that counter to my disdain of going through transitions, the end results have been quite fruitful.

God has used transitions in my life to transform me into His likeness.

Granted, I haven’t always liked the transition God has used and I have kicked and screamed my way through, but over time, I’ve learned to trust God’s choice in transition and not battled back so hard the more times I’ve gone through them. (BTW, not battling so hard does make the transition a bit easier. Ask me how I know). 

So, let’s roll up our sleeves and do some dirty work. Someone’s got to right? It might as well be you and me considering we are the principal players in our lives.

Let’s gain some understanding about transitions on a general level. For starters, transition is defined in two ways: a noun and a verb. (Starting out difficult already, eh?)

According to our friend Webster, a transition in noun form is: the process or a period of changing from one state or condition to another.

As a verb, transition is: to undergo or cause to undergo a process or period of transition.

Another fun fact is that the term transition seems to have been used more after the year 2010 than in the 1800’s. Interesting sign of the times, isn’t it?

But boiling it down, being in transition is like being in a metamorphic state. There are many feelings of movement and one doesn’t come out the same as when they started the process.

Being in transitions is like a form of material being in a crucible. A crucible is a vessel that can withstand temperatures hotter than we can pronounce (like a gabillion degrees). Many times crucibles were made out of clay, but many times materials like silver and gold were put into crucibles to be refined.

In the screenwriting world, Hal Croasmun of ScreenwritingU, instructs writers to put their characters in a “crucible” of some sort, heat up the pressure and allow the characters to react true to their nature. Some of the most fiery scenes have come from this technique. It’s a great method of character development.

In a similar fashion, transition has been a crucible in my life. It has been an agent of refining, of boiling out impurities, of overturning perceptions, of shifting my fleshly ways to spiritual ones.

We’ll use my recent move as an example. I mentioned I felt like I was going into exile. And how did I react to the news? Many times, I was a royal pain! It’s true. I was. I didn’t want to move. My business, my life, my everything was where I was and I wanted to stay. Wouldn’t you?

But when I got to my new place, I began to witness what God was up to and subsequently calmed down. He wrestled out issues that had seeded themselves deep within me. He changed the focus of my business. He put me in a place where it is quiet and I could do that. Then He surged up more deep issues. He weeded out other relationships that needed to go. He brought back pottery into my life. Through the process of throwing bowls, He got me back on the horse with some business perceptions I struggled through. He deepened my marriage. Ultimately, God has used this move, this transition, as His crucible to boil out the bad, heal the hurt parts and replace it with the good. It has been one of the most active catalysts in my life.

Now when I see a transition, I realize what it is: a crucible with experiences both good and difficult. What is your perception of transition?

Furthermore, how will you react when God brings transition into your life? Will you trust or will you fight? Will you kick, scream and battle your way or will you commit to persevering through?

Before you answer that, let’s read a bit from Jim Reimann, who illustrates a comforting purpose in transition and crucibles.

“For a jeweler sits as he refines precious metals, such as silver. He puts the silver in the crucible, puts the fire to it, but does not then walk away, leaving it on its own. No, he sits and watches it, being careful not to set the fire too hot, which may ruin the metal, nor set it too low, which will not allow the heat to do its work to burn away the dross and impurities. He sits carefully watching the metal, all the while adjusting the fire to exactly the right temperature. And when does he know it is perfectly pure? When the jeweler can see his face in the metal, for it reflects his likeness.” 

Jim’s next words are inspiring. “In the same way, the Lord sends the heat of the suffering into our lives to burn away our impurities and to conform us “to the likeness of His Son,’” (Rom. 8:29).

I can 100% attest that through my transition, God has never left my side. Not for a second. Not even in my worst moments. God has even drawn nearer.

So take comfort. If you are experiencing transition on any scale, know that He won’t leave your side, not for a second. He will be with you in the loneliest of times to the most joyful, whatever the temperature is.

Also know that the transition isn’t the end of the world, but instead, is a crucible to get you to where you need to go. Ironically, I never went into exile like I thought I was, but instead, far from it. Instead, God brought me into freedom.

Lastly, there is a purpose in this transition and if there is ever a time to trust, this is it. Hold back on the kicking and screaming and try to be led “beside the quiet waters,” allowing Him to restore your soul (see Ps. 23).

Granted, you may too think you are going into exile and wonder why God has sent you on a tour through hell. I’ve been there and get that. But, the second you transfix your eyes away from your situation and onto God and His promises to carry you through, is the moment you transition beyond; no longer just staring helplessly at the crucible but now staring hopefully at the One crucified. For He, part of the Triune Godhead, (the Father, Son and Holy Spirit) understand our hearts more than ourselves.

“In the same way the Spirit also helps our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we should, but the Spirit Himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words,” (Romans 8:26). 

Another comfort is to remember that the intense time of hurt, sorrow and grief will only be for a season. The rage of difficulty will pass like the violent summer storms. The heat the silver experienced inside the crucible was just momentary.

“Therefore we do not lose heart, but though our outer man is decaying, yet our inner man is being renewed day by day. For momentary, light affliction is producing for us an eternal weight of glory far beyond all comparison, while we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal,” (2 Corinthians 4:16-18).

And then the day those clouds part, the hour the silver comes out of the fire, the time the clay bowl finally cools and the moment the crucible is removed, what is left shines so brightly, for it has been transformed into His image. He will look into His precious one, into you, into me, and see His reflection.

God will use your transition to transform you.

Going through it will be tough and potentially unwanted, but as you transfix your eyes upon Him, you will see what He sees and you can trust Him to carry you through.

Here are some verses of encouragement as you walk through your season of transition:

“I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us,” (Romans. 8:18). 

“…Let us also lay aside every encumbrance and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God,” (Hebrews 12:2). 

“Those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joy,” (Psalm. 126:6).

“And we who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into His likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit,” (2 Corinthians. 3:18).

Follow-up from Eric: To read more from Candice, I hope you'll check out her blog at candiceirion.blogspot.com. And if you're going through a transition of your own and need to know that God can use it for good, I hope you'll join us for our fall retreat in October. Our theme is "transitions" and you'll get a chance to hear more stories, in person, of how God can walk you through whatever transition you're going through. Visit the home page of theranch.org to learn more! Lastly, you can still donate to "Lana's Hope" and get a colorful reminder band as our way of saying thanks. Just visit "Lana's Hope is My Hope" to donate.

Copy © Candice Irion. All Rights Reserved.
Scripture passages are from the NASB and NIV Bibles.

Reimann, J., ed. Morning By Morning: The Devotions of Charles Spurgeon. Grand Rapids, MI: Zondervan, 2008. Print.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Put Your Shoes On: the Cockroaches Must Die


“But now you must rid yourselves of all such things,” (Colossians 3:8).


Our homes are filled with walls, wires, power plugs, the basics.  Our closest have clothes, shoes, and honestly, who knows what else we’ve stuffed in there.  

We’ve got loot. 

We’ve also got termites.

In our homes and in our hearts.

Imagine my amazement that after my “Jackhammer to the Heart” article, an army of fierce cockroaches fled the coop as God shook the foundations of my soul.  

Did I mention I hate cockroaches?

In the South, it seems that they swarm in just as the humidity increases and the air pressure swells.

Did I mention that I HATE cockroaches?  

I can’t even kill them.  I am fearful, slow and…. let’s face it:  I hate to hear the crunch.  You know what I mean.

Sometimes I try to take the humane way and release them back into the wild, however, this way doesn’t help because we all know where they will return to:  my house.  

Worse yet, they’ll come back in ten fold having inbred with all their cousins.  Mutated cockroaches do not make my day.

Thus, the decree is set:  the cockroaches must die.

Not just one.  All of them.

Why else do we give termite specialists loads of dinero?  We do this for security and for protection against what will viciously eat away at our home’s foundations and pillars; potentially causing a major collapse. 

Thus, when we are aware of this problem, it is of tantamount importance to act quickly, thoroughly and, you got it, URGENTLY.

I struggle with all three. 

I deny that it is really even true.  Surely there aren’t that many.
I ignore that there is really even a termite problem.  There are just bugs.
I figure I’ll get to it later.  

Then the house collapses.  

This is similar to the houses of our souls.  As God jackhammers out the issues that cause us to struggle, the cockroaches of bad thinking, misperceptions and bad attitudes seek new shelter.

To get rid of these things, we must act. 

“Put to death, therefore, whatever belongs to your earthly nature,” (Colossians 3:5).

Did you catch the “whatever”?  The “you fill in the blank” with your specific struggle?  

Let’s see this in another action.

Every morning I wake up.  I have certain beliefs, attitudes and thoughts.  Some are good and some are not.  Before my feet hit the floor, all of these are in tact and in full swing.  It is my nature and as much as I try to overcome this thorn in my flesh, these “cockroaches” of thoughts are still there, chewing away at the pillars of my soul.  

However…

If every morning, before my feet hit the floor, I was to take action on these cockroaches by applying the truth of Scripture to them, it would be like penetrating the rotten wood the termites have gnawed upon.   The cockroaches of faulty beliefs, attitudes and thoughts would be thwarted in taking such a deep root in my soul.

Let’s try another example to hit this home.

Imagine your house before the sheet rock was put on the structure.  You have wood and you have wires.  If we use the example from my "Jackhammer to the Heart" article, imagine the structure before the concrete was pulled.  It was a bunch of rebarb wires, right?

So, then the builder or foreman layers the sheet rock onto the house, or pours the concrete.  Things are set in place.  The house is then filled with electricity and the concrete has rocks mixed into it.  Everything has something that gives it an ability to make it work.

But, let’s not miss the fact that the structure of the house and of the concrete are the structures from where they operate.  Short of an overhaul, this is what we’ve got.

Now to actually operate this house, we must give it power.  We must go to our fuse boxes and turn on the wires we want lit.  Granted, there are two sets of wires: those we activate and those we leave inactive (but note, both are still there).  

Here in lies my point.  When we go to the fuse boxes, we have a choice of the wires we activate and the wires we leave inactive.  They are both still there, but we have a choice in what we give power too.  

We have a choice as to what will light our house and the wires to our soul.

Granted, choosing what lights our wires is a perpetual task for our issues, beliefs, attitudes and thoughts are like thorns to us.  They just don't sting once.  They are embedded.  They sting over and over again.  Course, we don’t want to operate out of these faulty thorns, but we perpetually find ourselves doing so whether we realize it or not and no matter how hard we've tried to rise above.   UGH!

Thus, just like living with both sets of wires throughout the house, we also have to live with the fact that there will be more cockroaches that we must choose to dismantle.  

"Then, what’s the point if they are just going to keep coming back or if there will always be two sets of wires?"  You ask.

Good question.

The Apostle Paul also wrestled with this.

“I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do,” (Romans 7:15).

Due to the fact that we live in a fallen world, we inherently have a fallen earthly nature.  Our natural selves will continue to threaten our well being if we don’t do something about it. Plain and simple and as complex as that.

SO, WHAT DO WE DO?

Here’s some hope: even though we find ourselves operating out of this natural self, this painful thorn, what we also have to accept is that we still have the choice to choose which wires we will activate and which we will keep inactive.

We choose what we give power too. Day in and out.

Still doubtful of the purpose behind all of this? 

Look at it this way.

One set of wires will give you hope, freedom and life.  The other set (what you naturally do) will likely lead you to despair, depression, destruction and quite possibly, death.

If you don’t slay the cockroaches now, then they will get out of control.  There is no other way.  That is what cockroaches naturally do.  However, if you slay some now, there is relief and hopefully, less to come later.  

Let’s press pause on the cockroaches for a minute and take this idea of having a set of active wires and inactive wires into one more scope.

Shoes.

Recently, I purchased some shoes that I knew I shouldn’t.  I just needed to close my eyes and get out of the store and  FAST!  But, what did I do?  What I didn’t want to.  I let my eyes linger and BAM!  There it was:  major cuteness and bonus, half off.  Can you say sold, hook line and sinker?  

I’ve struggled with guilt of this purchase and how I should take them back; save the money.  But I haven’t wanted to.  My weakness in attaching to half-off cuteness got me yet again. UGH.

Now, when I wear my half off cute shoes, I think of my fallen, sinful nature.  I think of how I failed yet again.  

So why even wear them?  

Because I also think of grace.

I think about while I have my fallen, sinful nature all around me, that I still have the ability to put on grace.

Which leads us back to where we started:  what to do with the misperceptions, faulty beliefs and bad attitudes that store up in our beings.

“You used to walk in these ways in the life you once lived.  But now, you must rid yourselves of all such things,” (Colossians 3:7-8).  

“Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves…” (Col. 3:12).

The act of putting on clothing necessary for the day is a similar metaphor to putting on Scripture necessary for whatever you are going through, even if it is just going through another day. 

Think about it.  If it is super chilly, we want to put on warmer clothes.  If it is super hot, we want to put on lighter clothes.  
If you are going through a crisis, apply Scripture more and more.  If you are going through a season of joy, apply Scripture more and more.

For whatever it is, the bottom line is, everyday, we must put something on.  

For our houses to be lit, we must turn something on.

In order for the cockroaches to be obliterated into smithereens, we must act.

Thus, to move out of our default natural selves, we must put on the new man.

Day after day, night after night, moment after moment, we must put on the truth that sets us free.  

Thus, whatever it is that you are struggling through,(fill in the blank), recognize that as you put on your Spiritual clothes, there is power that comes of this.  

There is power in putting truth on your soul.

Just like when you put on a piece of clothes.  You put something on that is external to draw an internal effect.  You put on a sweater to make yourself warm.  

You light your house by using the internal good wires so that you can see externally.

You wear shoes so that you can run without harm.  (Unless you’re like me and trip all the time… eh hemm.  A different story another for another day) (:

Get the picture?

Let’s tie this together. 

“You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; to be made new in the attitude of your minds; and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness,” (Ephesians 4:22-24).

Everyday, when you see these “cockroaches” in your life, accept the facts.  There is no denying it.  They are there and will be chewing at your core until you choose to do something about it.  They are the wires (the lines of thinking) that you want to choose not to give power too and thus, you render these wires inactive.

Then look at the wires you do want to activate.  Look at the truth, the Scripture that stirs your soul.  It’s also like picking out the clothing or shoes that you want to wear for the day depending how much is needed. 

Then you turn the light switch on.

You put the clothes— the words of eternal life—onto your external fallen man and are renewed internally.

And when you do this day after day, it is highly probable that your default natural state will lessen in it’s power.  (For some, whatever the default is in your natural earthly self, you may be able to abolish it forever.  For others, the default is a perpetual thorn that must be battled time and again.)

And if you are in the thorn boat, what will hopefully occur, is that as you continually put on the truth, it will take root and generate into an internal effect.  The power from operating out of your natural self, will shift to operating out of your new man:  the Spirit filled self.

Again, your fallen man is still there—thus, you must continually guard your Spirit filled self with truth everyday and maybe more so depending on the weather (or situations) of that day; especially when your days are figuratively becoming more humid and your air pressure is swelling (cockroaches love those days!).

Then, as you continually clothe yourself with the word, the cockroaches of faulty beliefs won’t be able to take such root and have such an effect on you, for you will have given the power to the truth that leads to life, hope and encouragement.  

For, we all have a choice:  what will we give power too and with what we will clothe ourselves?  

What will you choose?


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"You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; 23 to be made new in the attitude of your minds; 24 and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness," Ephesians 4:22.

“…you must no longer live as the Gentiles do, in the futility of their thinking. 18 They are darkened in their understanding and separated from the life of God because of the ignorance that is in them due to the hardening of their hearts,” Ephesians 4:17-18.

"My Flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever," (Psalm 73:26).  

The Colossians Causeway to Clearer Thinking (and Killing Cockroaches!) :
Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things.

Put to death, therefore, whatever belongs to your earthly nature: (you fill in the blank)

You used to walk in these ways, in the life you once lived. 
—>Remind yourself, you used to walk this way.  No more.  You are choosing not to give power to your old ways, rendering them inoperable.  

9 “…since you have taken off your old self with its practices 10 and have put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge in the image of its Creator.”

12 Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves 

13 Bear with each other and forgive one another  

14 And over all these virtues put on love,

15 Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts,

And be thankful.

16 Let the message of Christ dwell among you richly


17 And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him…


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Scripture passages are from the NIV Bible.