Receptors

 My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. John 10:27 (NIV)


Yesterday my husband and I were watching TV.  I step away for a moment and when I returned, my husband was  by the electrical  box; every switch was being turned off and on. I asked,"what's going on".  Then I heard it; a clicking  noise that sounded like a woodpecker coming from the electrical box.  Savannah Hope, my youngest cat alerted my husband of a noise that we missed.

So the hunt begins to try to figure out what's causing this noise; my house lights going on and off like a Christmas tree as we investigated the situation.

After a few moments my husband decided to go outside to see if he could gain any knowledge and solve our mystery.  It was pretty nerve racking; not sure what the sound was alerting us to, but it seemed persistent and would not stop; surely caught our attention after Savannah lead us there.


Receptors; do you know what those are?  According to the web dictionary: an organ or cell able to respond to light, heat, or other external stimulus and transmit a signal to a sensory nerve.  As I read from a book called "Pursuing God" the author began to share how our receptors to God have fallen asleep.  

Ok, follow me.  We are dead prior to encountering Christ.  He awakens us to life; the Sacrifice on the cross.  People now able see the Light and they put their lives in his hands!  Lead me Lord. We now have the ability to respond to the Light....wow...get it?  But there's more: Do we really fully respond?  Perhaps it's me,  but I know there are times I just miss Him.  I don't respond to every direction the Spirit is taking me too. I don't recognize Him or perhaps just ignore Him. He's not in error, I am.

So out to the frigid weather he goes. He but took a few steps and I hear, "oh, no" turn off  the switch.  Somewhere along the time span of our recent storm, the snow blower must have cut into the power line that brings electricity from the box to the light by the driveway. All we see is smoke on the driveway and by the Grace & Mercy of God all was ok after we shut down the power. I'm glad my husband is trained for these situation.  I would have overlooked it and disaster could have visited us.

It got me thinking as usual, what have I allowed to interfere with my communication with God?  Are life storms taking a hit at me cutting our dialogue; have I allowed some build up to slow down my communication; perhaps I've been lazy and have not allowed the Professional to inspect me. I push His Hand away thinking I am ok.  Interestingly enough the author of the book challenged me; do you hear Him, do you see Him, have you grown dull, lazy, and it goes on and on.

Have we?  I want more of God!  I want to hear every direction he sends me on and I don't want any nicks in my communication line .  I want the Burning Fire of the Spirit of God to lead me and I want to experience the fullness of being one of His daughters.  So here I am--God awaken my receptors to your Spirit that have gone dull; I want to respond quickly to the Light, to every stimulus of the Spirit of God!  Do you?

 My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.
Like an alarm--forward and inform a friend!

God bless you!~Liz 

www.lizrod.com

How far back can he go?

Hebrews 8:12 (NIV)

For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more.”


Recently I decided to update my blog.  Some time ago I lost many of the Be Inspired! messages that I had from years ago and I was not sure how to get them back. My son Mike who is on my email list just about never deletes his emails.  At the click of a button and a few scrolls, he was able to go as far back as 2007.

Funny thing, as he scrolling down my emails, past dates, my mind began to drift.  He has every writing I have sent out for the past 8 years and in just a few seconds he can repeat to me all I have written.

Lord, how much do you have on me?  How far back can you go? Well I know the Bible says that he knows all about me, even when I was being knit in my mother's womb--He knows!  But I am not so sure I want Him to remember all the "bad" things that I have done.

Mike could have deleted those emails but he chose to keep them.

When Jesus went to the cross, died and rose from the dead, he gained victory over death.  At the cross  where he paid for my sin the Bible says that he chose to remember my sins no more.  In his mercy, he has decided to "forget" my wrong doings, my outright disobedience, my neglect to do right, my choice to do wrong.

He could have held all my sins against me, demanded that I pay for them but he knew I could not.  Not only could I not pay for my sin, I can't reconcile myself to my God. The Payment for my sin hangs on a cross on the hill between two thieves. Jesus Christ the begotten son of God hangs on the cross to satisfy the debt that had my name on it.

If in just a few moments my son can read back all I wrote in the last decade; it makes me extremely grateful that my Savior chooses not to repeat all that has occurred in my life that has displeased him; all that I have done to grieve his heart. 

The enemy of my soul goes through all deleted items; a garbage picker to try and discourage me; he tries to devalue me; he lies and bombards me with my past. But, what he he seems to forget is that I've been REDEEMED!

God has loved me to death, his death!  He has paid for my sin with his blood.  There is one place where my name is noted; my name is written in the Lambs Book of Life.  No one can delete it.  No devil in hell can try to erase it. I have been redeemed by the blood of the Lamb, bought back and I belong to Jesus.

God bless you!~Liz
www.lizrod.com