What is “Hope?” Biblical hope is defined as: Belief that God will accomplish what He has promised. That is very different from the worldly hope we have when we say things such as, I hope I get that job. I hope we don’t get in an accident. I hope we can afford the new car. I hope I get an A on the test. Life can takes its toll on us, causing us at times to feel disenchanted, frustrated, and without hope. Life’s responsibilities can weigh us down, and the brokenness of our lives can leave us looking for more. This isn’t just a sign of our times, but is something our Biblical forefathers also experienced.
The Psalmist poured out his heart, knowing where his hope rested, even during those difficult times.
• My hope is in you all day long. Psalm 25:5b
• May integrity and uprightness protect me, because my hope is in you. Psalm 25:21
• Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the LORD. Psalm 31:24
• We wait in hope for the LORD; he is our help and our shield. Psalm 33:20
• May your unfailing love rest upon us, O LORD, even as we put our hope in you. Psalm 33:22
• I will praise you forever for what you have done; in your name I will hope, for your name is good. I will praise you in the presence of your saints. Psalm 52:9
• Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him. Psalm 62:5
• But as for me, I will always have hope; I will praise you more and more. Psalm 71:14
• You are my refuge and my shield; I have put my hope in your word. Psalm 119:114
• I wait for the LORD, my soul waits, and in his word I put my hope. Psalm 130:5
Don’t lose hope, or look for hope in the wrong places. Hope comes from God and he alone is worthy of the hope we place in Him. May you be encouraged, uplifted, and full of God’s hope today, and may God use you to bring hope to another!
Submitted by Becky Anderson
Pacific Region, Schofield Barracks Installation

 “He leads me beside the quiet waters, he restores my soul” Psalm 23:2b-3a

 “Hello, you’ve reached the Whites. We’re on a sabbatical this month—which means we’re having focused family time and rearranging our house. We hope that whatever you’re doing, you’re having an enjoyable summer as well. Take care.…”

If you happened to have called our home during the month of July, this is the answering machine message you would have heard. If this message sounds strange to you, it probably did to some of our friends and family as well. Thankfully, they were patient with us, and later got to enjoy the fruits of our labor during our end-of-sabbatical house warming tea.  We hand delivered invitations that our children designed, promising “cake, appetizers, fellowship, and a tour of our ‘re-invented’ home.” The party was a great success! God gave us a cozy summer day, where the blazing sun took its own sabbatical, allowing the clouds to bless us with an overcast sky and a slight breeze.

If you’d like to enjoy an end of sabbatical party of your own I should first define our meaning of sabbatical. For our family, a sabbatical refers to a specific time set aside to say “no” to outside activities and social events for the purpose of working toward a specific goal as a family unit. For instance, our family chose to purge, rearrange, and refresh our home from the top floor all the way down to the basement storage room. We took creative action to make it happen. We redistributed chores so Mom could spend her time working on home improvements. We also spent this month enjoying simple, unstressed moments together. A flexible, unstructured schedule made this possible. We worked late hours many nights after the little boys were in bed, rearranging the older one’s bedrooms, etc. We took Sundays completely off from work projects (and even a formal church service), to spend time in family worship, reading library books and watching favorite Christian speakers on DVD. This decision helped my husband, who was unable to take work off for the month, to be a part of our rest from normal activity. We limited family outings to just one library or pool visit a week and took one overnight family vacation to go crabbing in Chesapeake Bay. All thoroughly enjoyed our much needed hotel stay (where there were no home improvements, just rest!). My husband and I enjoyed a date every Saturday where we shopped for new furniture to replace our tired, inadequate pieces and purchased new rugs, curtains and accessories as needed. We split a meal at a nice restaurant and felt revived as we looked forward to next Saturday’s adventure. We found that we were able to accomplish so much by learning to say “no” with grace to requests to attend this outing or that church event or for the older children to baby-sit or pet sit. Maybe everyone did not understand our desperate need for some serenity in our lives and order in our home, but as a home schooling mom of six, living in an active military community, the opportunities to be busy can be endless. Instead of escaping to the countryside for the summer (thus clearing out our savings account and having to leave Dad behind at work), we struck up the compromise to take a break from the outside world, and create the haven we craved right in our own home. This took financial investment, time, energy, and trust in God that as we let go of normal routines and made sacrifices, He would fill the empty places.

Our oldest 3 children (ages 17, 14, and 11) took over cooking and planning all the meals, and doing extra childcare for younger siblings. This challenge gave them a confidence they did not know they possessed, and they learned new skills from which we are still reaping the benefits. A few examples?  Our eleven-year-old daughter has become a consummate cake baker and decorator, our son has mastered the vital skill of pancake frying, and our oldest daughter played the role of head cook so well, Mom wonders if she may be out of a job. Even the younger ones felt a sense of accomplishment as they learned to load a dishwasher or clear the table. I learned that my children are capable of more than I realized. My belief that children thrive when kept busy, productive, and creative in the home was definitely reinforced during this time. And now, we each feel a sense of satisfaction and pride in our lovely, clutter free home. We just bask in our freshly repainted living room (on sofas that don’t sink) and bless God for home and each other.

Maybe you don’t need a new home. But perhaps you yearn, as did we, for a quieter life, and more joy and connectedness as a family. Maybe you have a family project you’ve dreamed of completing—like building a tree house, making an up-to-date scrap book, or restoring a piece of furniture. Choosing a goal that challenges you as a family and seems bigger than your own abilities is the perfect recipe for a sabbatical.  If the Lord calls your family to invent your own style of sabbatical, I believe you’ll be amazed at the cup of blessing He pours down upon your lives. But remember, “Unless the LORD builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchman stays awake in vain. It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for he gives to his beloved sleep.” Psalm 127:1-2

Submitted by Elnora White

 

Submitted by Kathy Walls

Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all. Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting: but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.  (Proverbs 31:28-30 NIV)

Abraham Lincoln once said “No one is poor who has had a godly mother.”

While Jesus was at Tyre and Sidon, a Canaanite woman cried out to Him saying “Have mercy on me, Lord, Son of David, my daughter is suffering terribly from demon-possession.” The woman knelt before Him and said, “Lord, help me!” Because of her great faith, her request was granted and her daughter was healed from that very hour. (Matthew 15:21-28)

The widow at Zarephath was obedient to God and provided a room and food for Elijah even when she was sure she didn’t have enough to feed herself and her son.  No matter how much they used, there was always enough left in the containers just as the Lord had promised through Elijah.  When the widow’s son became sick and died, Elijah prayed for the boy and his life was restored.  The woman knew that the Word of the Lord was truth. (1 Kings 17:8-24)

Both of these women loved their children and wanted to provide for their needs.    Godly mothers not only want their children’s physical needs met, but want their spiritual needs met as well. The greatest thing godly mothers can do for their children, is to pray for them.  We are instructed to pray about everything without being anxious and with thanksgiving. (Philippians 4:6-7)  Prayer is not telling God what to do, but partnering with God to see that His will is done for our children.  He loves them even more than we do. Pray they desire to know God and that they desire to have a repentant heart, one in which there is no rebellion.  Pray they have a heart for God’s Word, because they can’t know God’s ways if they don’t read His Word.   It is important to communicate to our children what God means to us, how He answers prayer, and how we anticipate what He will do in the future.  Leaving our children a spiritual inheritance is so much more important than a monetary inheritance. We must live Jesus! (Psalm 78:5-7)

Dear Lord,

Thank you for all mothers and especially godly mothers.  Please pour out your Holy Spirit upon them.  Bless our mothers as they pray for their children to develop a heart for God, His Word, and His Ways. May they grow in the wisdom and knowledge of you, Lord.  In Jesus name, Amen.

 

Submitted by:  Taryn Keller

I thought the title might get your attention.  Perhaps I should clarify before you become alarmed.

Praise be that we have a God that does not require OPSEC*!  He is the one person that we can be free to share everything with and not worry about phone tapping or endangering others.

Many times we are not able to be open or share everything with loved ones or friends.  I’m not just talking about national security.  Sometimes we may have a personal hurt or burden that for whatever the reason we can’t share with others.

But He knows.  And we can come to Him with everything.  Not just a “please help with _____, help my attitude about ____, and please take ___ struggle away from me.  I so often pray those surface prayers.  We can tell Him much more and He can help with all your pain and hurt and wrong thinking surrounding your ____.  You can be completely open with Him and I encourage you to be so.

Cast your cares on the LORD and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous fall.”  Psalm 55:22

He listens better than anyone.  And if you follow that prayer by digging into His word, he can offer more peace and comfort than any helpful friend or loved one could.

May your unfailing love be my comfort, according to your promise to your servant.” Psalm 119:76

*(From JP 1-02, Department of Defense Dictionary of Military and Associated Terms, www.dtic.mil/doctrine/new_pubs/jp1_02.pdf.) Operations security (OPSEC) is a process of identifying critical information and subsequently analyzing friendly actions attendant to military operations and other activities to: (a) identify those operations that can be observed by adversary intelligence systems; (b) determine what indicators adversary intelligence systems might obtain that could be interpreted or pieced together to derive critical information in time to be useful to adversaries; and (c) select and execute measures that eliminate or reduce to an acceptable level the vulnerabilities of friendly actions to adversary exploitation.

 

National day of  Prayer is Thursday, May 5. We will focus our prayers this week on making the Lord our refuge and strength.

Psalm 91:2 in the King James reads: I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God, in Him will I trust.

Almighty God, too many times in our lives we look to the world for safety and peace. Our prayer, this National Day of Prayer, is to turn our eyes to you. Help us to dwell under the shadow of Your wings so that when troubles come You are who we run to.

Please turn the hearts of our leaders to Your Holy Spirit for the wisdom needed to lead this great nation that was founded and created with Your strength and guidance. Help us all to realize that without You we cannot survive, but with You we can overcome anything.

Give us a heart, O Lord, that is after Your own heart. Just as King David was a man after Your own heart, You blessed his reign and made Israel enjoy their Golden Years. Let us also enjoy the fruits of following You with our hearts at peace and confident that You will never leave us nor forsake us, and that You will bless our nation because of the love of Your people.

Lord, continue to bring to our hearts to pray for our leaders and all those in authority so that we can truly have peace. Your peace, O Lord, that passes all understanding and delivers us from the snare of the fowler.

We pray these things in Jesus’ mighty name. AMEN

Submitted by Jane Ahl, PWOCI Prayer Coordinator

Psalm 22:1 (and Matt 27:46) says, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” Jesus is in the depths of His sorrows. No other place shows us the grief of Christ as well as Calvary, and no other moment at Calvary is as full of agony as the moment Jesus’ cry split the air. At that moment Jesus’ physical weakness was combined with the severe mental torture of the shame and dishonor through which He was to pass. What was even worse, and what marked the culmination of His grief, was the spiritual agony beyond all description. He suffered as a result of the departure of His father’s presence from Him. This was the darkest midnight of Jesus’ horror and the point He descended into the very abyss of suffering. No mere human can fully comprehend the meaning of His words, although at times we find ourselves crying out, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” There are seasons in our lives when the brightness of God’s smile is obscured by clouds and thick darkness. But remember, God never forsakes us. In our experience it only feels as though He has forsaken us, but in Christ’s case, He was actually forsaken. We distress over what feels like a slight turning away of God’s love from us, but God actually DID turn His face away from His Son. Who could even understand the tremendous agony that caused Jesus? In our case, our pain is often caused by our own unbelief, or sinful heart. In Jesus’ case, it was the cry of a dreadful act because God had actually turned away from Him for a time. If your heart is in distress, remember that God has not actually forsaken you. God, obscured by clouds, is just as much our God as when He is shining in the full brilliance of His grace. Just the mere thought that God would forsake us brings us great agony and pain. Just imagine what suffering it brought Jesus on the cross. God takes our meager hardships to mold and conform us to the image of His Son.

Father, I thank you that you never turn your back on us and that your love and mercy is NEW every Morning!  Praises to the Father, In Jesus Name, Amen.

 

Submitted by Jane Ahl, PWOCI Prayer Coordinator

Psalm 22:7 says, “All who see Me; they hurl insults, shaking their heads.” Mockery was one of the primary ingredients in our Lord’s suffering. Judas mocked Him in Gethsemane, the chief priests and scribes laughed at Him with contempt, Herod treated Him as worthless and despicable, the servants and soldiers derisively jeered Him and brutally insulted Him, Pilate and his guards ridiculed His royalty, and finally, on the tree all sorts of horrid indignities and hideous taunts were hurled at Him.  Ridicule is always hard to bear, but when we are in intense pain it is so heartless and cruel it cuts to our very soul. As you consider this, consider our Savior, tormented with severe anguish and pain far beyond human ability to even imagine or comprehend. Then picture that diverse multitude surrounding their poor suffering victim, each “shaking their heads” or shouting out the cruelest words of contempt. There was so much more in Jesus than this mingled mob could see. How else could such a large crowd so unanimousity, ‘honor’ Him with such contempt. Surely it was evil itself confessing that, in the very moment of its greatest apparent triumph, after all was said and done, it could do nothing more than mock the victorious Goodness, which was reigning on the cross. Our Jesus was despised and rejected by men, how could He have died for people who treated Him so cruelly? This is love, divine love, love beyond measure. Yet we too, once despised Him in the days before He gave us newness of life. And, even since our new birth we have often enthroned the world higher in our hearts than Him. Even so, He bled to heal our wounds and died to give us life. I pray that we could place Him on a high and glorious throne in the hearts of everyone. We should long to proclaim His praises over land and sea until people everywhere come to adore Him as much as they once rejected Him.

Heavenly Father, as we go through life, remind us that how once we were sinners, and rejected you, that your unconditional love forgave us and restored us, so we can spend eternity with you.  Help us to proclaim this Good News to all we know and love, Amen.

 

Submitted by: Jeni Kopp

“My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me all day long, “Where is your God?” These things I remember as I pour out my soul: how I used to go with the multitude, leading the procession to the house of God, with shouts of joy and thanksgiving among the festive throng. Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God. My soul is downcast within me; therefore I will remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar.”

Psalm 42:3-6

On a resent trip to a family member’s wedding, my mother, my children, and I were nearly hit three different times by cars that lost control on the last leg of our twelve-hour journey. With only twenty minutes to go until reaching the safety of our family’s home, black ice proved to be the last and final attempt to ruin our nearly perfect drive up into Oregon from California.

As each careening vehicle came closer to us than the last, we prayed for safety. Our car never swerved or slid as I applied the breaks, hoping to avoid the cars resembling hockey pucks atop the slick road. At one point the only distance between a brown sedan and my crossover was a few inches. Yet, we remained safe for the rest of our journey.

I was thankful for his blessing of protection and shared the story many times while on the trip, acknowledging that only God’s hands saved us. However, inside my heart there was an entirely different thing going on. I had a selfish and disdainful attitude toward the whole situation. In clarity now, I can hear the question I was really asking God, “If you could easily do that, then why not this other thing I have been praying about for months?”

Days after the incident I was traveling by myself and began to think back on the last year, and all the times I had cried out to the Lord. My excitement didn’t last long, before a shadow of pain and discouragement came over me. There was this one request that I had petitioned God for months ago and nearly everyday since. I really felt like he would answer the prayer of my heart and I have clung to the verses that he gave me during that prayer time.

Alone in the car I turned off my radio, and began to voice my opinion to God. My arguments, although they were honest, sounded more like a three year olds’ than that of a twenty-six year old woman. “God,” it started, “Why in the world when I ask you to show me that you have heard my prayer about this major pain in my life, have you simply ignored it, but yet you have allowed me to be safe from cars so that I could continue to live through it? Why can’t you show me that you have heard my cries to you and that you will keep your promise that you spoke?” I admit, it was a raw and not very thought out prayer, but it was my prayer nonetheless.

My eyes filled with tears as I saw my heart in its ugly selfish state, and immediately apologized for my sinful stubborn act of selfishness and hard heartedness. I had allowed one prayer request to be so important in my relationship with God, that I was ready to trade the prayers of safety on the road that night for an answer to my other prayer. WHAT WAS I THINKING?

Moments after confessing my sin, my heart was filled with joy for all the answered prayers, blessings, and miracles that God had done in my life, starting with the making of Adam and Eve, and working my way through the Bible to the present, I thanked him for every trial and tribulation that brought about victory and glory to his name. I wept as I drove, wiping one tear just in time for another to fall.

The prayer is already answered, and although I have no proof, I have faith and trust. I don’t have to remind him of it or hold it up to him anymore. Instead I can choose to focus on seeing the things that build my faith in him, rather than the one thing that can cause me to question it. Thank you God, for saving my life that night so that I might be able to praise you today!

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Submitted by: Gervais Baptist

“Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in him.”

Psalm 34:8

My six month old is an avid thumb sucker. I am grateful for that thumb because it keeps him content when it’s his mealtime but I’m not quite ready to sit down and nurse. The thumb also helps him to go to sleep. If we are away from home and it’s naptime, he’ll suck his thumb and quickly drift off. A mother’s dream, right? A baby who can soothe himself when he’s hungry and put himself to sleep. But recently I noticed a new behavior that is not so dreamy. Sometimes when my baby nurses, if one of his hands is up near his face, he’ll pop off the nipple and onto the thumb. Even when he’s very hungry. Of course when this happens, I tuck his little hand away and put him back on the breast. He continues to eat heartily. Strange, that he would treat the breast and the thumb as if they were interchangeable. It’s insulting! He might as well be saying, “Look, Ma. I don’t really need you. I’ve got my thumb.” He doesn’t know the difference between comfort and true nourishment.

So what? Some might say. Babies don’t know what they need. That’s why God gave them parents. But I can’t help seeing a spiritual parallel. Do I look for ways to comfort myself when what I really need is nourishment from my Heavenly Father? Do I choose to read a novel, drink another mug of coffee, or chat with a friend, when what I need most is to sit in His presence and drink from His cup? Don’t get me wrong. There’s nothing wrong with novels, coffee or chatting with friends. But if I treat those secondary things like they’re primary, I am off track. And if I expect familiar comforts to feed my spiritual hunger, I will starve.

I don’t want to subtly replace God with other things. I don’t want to let other activities (including serving at church) replace worship, prayer, and reading God’s Word. I don’t want to insult Him. Not because I’m afraid of being punished. Christ already took my punishment a long time ago. I don’t want to insult him because He deserves better. He deserves to be first in my heart. I want to taste and see that the Lord is good, again, and again, and again. An extra benefit is that I am strengthened as I taste. What could be better than a food that tastes delicious and is also good for you? God offers Himself for our enjoyment and our nourishment. That by itself reveals how good He is! Taste and see.

 

One sermon tagline I remember with clarity from my childhood is: thankfulness = happiness. It was simple, it was catchy, and I still remember it. My pastor explained that you must be thankful to be happy, and you must have gratitude to find joy. We must count our blessings to know that we are blessed. During November of 2009, I was challenged to make my social network status say something I was thankful for every single day. The Thanksgiving themed challenge was called “30 days of Thankful.” It was a particular test for me because on the 13th on November my dear husband was scheduled to deploy. So for the 2 weeks leading up to his departure and the 2 weeks after he left, I was forced to come up with at least one thing per day that I was thankful for. It really helped. It made me focus on my blessings instead of my hardships.

Some folks keep a gratitude journal. I’m not very good about being diligent in keeping journals. But I can remember to say thank you to God for at least one thing every time I pray. Every good and perfect gift comes from the Father (James 1:17), so we should be continually thanking Him. I also remember that my mom remembers those who give her thank you notes and those who do not. She is more likely to give additional gifts to those who have sent her prompt thank you notes. Surely God knows when I am truly thankful for something He has given me and when I forget to give Him credit for that wonderful thing that just happened to me, be it huge or small.

So here is my challenge for the women of PWOC: be grateful daily, be thankful even when things are not going well, find and count your blessings, and give credit to the One who loves to bless you. If you make a list, you might be surprised by how long it is each day. God loves us so much. We need to recognize the multitudinous ways He shows us His love and love Him more in return.

Give thanks to the Lord, call on His name; make known among the nations what He has done.

1 Chronicles 16:8

Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good; His love endures forever.

1 Chronicles 16:34

Enter His gates with thanksgiving and His courts with praise; give thanks to Him and praise His name.

Psalm 100:4

Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.

1 Thes 5:18

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