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BLOGWORDS – Sunday 17 June 2018 – FRONT PORCH FELLOWSHIP – ALL CREATION WORSHIPS

FRONT PORCH FELLOWSHIP – ALL CREATION WORSHIPS

 

 

Several years ago I was walking around a small lake. It’s a favorite spot, and I take the walk whenever I visit there.

This particular time I had been listening to a certain praise and worship CD, and one of the songs was playing in my head.

 

 

As those words sang in my mind, my eyes looked up at the trees—and I wondered (as all good authors do) “How does a tree worship God.”

 

I had thought it an idle thought. Until He answered me.

 

 

So simple and yet so profound.

 

And as all good writers also do, my mind took it another step.

 

 

Of course I knew the answer, even then.

 

 

And with an algebraic turn, or perhaps putting the pieces in a puzzle, that meant that I worship Father by writing.

 

So today (Saturday) as I was sitting outside, basking in a miracle moment today, and praising Father for this long awaited thing, I glanced at the trees.

 

And I was reminded of what He told me those years ago—to worship Him, I be what He created me to be.

*note the use of “be” vs “do.”

 

So, and pardon the license with grammar, but I be writing. I be working—and I be worshiping Him—as I be writing.

 

And that brings me even greater joy.

 

 

What about you? What has Father created you to be? What do you do to worship Him?

 

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BLOGWORDS – BLOG BLITZ & BOOK LAUNCH – MAY 2018

BLOGWORDS – Sunday 27 May 2018 – FRONT PORCH FELLOWSHIP – FORGIVENESS

FRONT PORCH FELLOWSHIP – FORGIVENESS

“Gee, Sis!” I cried. “Just open the door and shove me out in traffic, why don’thca ya?” We laughed.

 

My sister friend from church was taking me to lunch and we sat in the turn lane of a seven land very busy road, waiting to turn left. She had asked me about the RA, and was telling me about a study she had read on spiritual causes and sources of physical illnesses. Unforgiveness, apparently, was the thing that causes or triggers RA. Which I have.

 

I explained to her that the first Scripture that ever impressed on my spirit was Matthew 5:43-48

 

43 “You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ 44 But I say to you, love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you, 45 that you may be sons of your Father in heaven; for He makes His sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust. 46 For if you love those who love you, what reward have you? Do not even the tax collectors do the same? 47 And if you greet your brethren only, what do you do more than others? Do not even the tax collectors do so? 48 Therefore you shall be perfect, just as your Father in heaven is perfect.

 

“ …love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you…”

 

Is that not rather the essence of forgiveness? Pardon, absolution, exoneration, remission, dispensation, indulgence, clemency, mercy…

 

To forgive is to stop feeling angry or resentful toward (someone) for an offense, flaw, or mistake. To pardon, excuse, exonerate, absolve;

 

38 “You have heard that it was said, ‘An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.’ 39 But I tell you not to resist an evil person. But whoever slaps you on your right cheek, turn the other to him also. 40 If anyone wants to sue you and take away your tunic, let him have your cloak also. 41 And whoever compels you to go one mile, go with him two. 42 Give to him who asks you, and from him who wants to borrow from you do not turn away.

 

Rather opposite to what we see and expect in our world today. caveat: in no way does this equate to being a doormat or a victim. Forgiveness is not the same as enabling. Rather, it is opposite to that. While it may or may not bless or release the offender, it surely releases the offended.

 

But what has this to do with my little opening vignette? Everything. For as much as I had forgiven others in my life, my friend’s words jarred me to the core:

 

“But have you forgiven yourself?”

 

I felt like I had been held captive in a glass cube, not unlike phone booths of yore. And her words were the 2×4 that smashed it, shattering it to pieces on the ground at my feet.

 

Had I forgiven myself?

 

How could I? I had never thought of it.

 

So I did. And truly, I believe that was the turning point in my years of healing, this journey I’ve been on. The same journey we all walk in this life.

 

Forgive others? Easy peasy. Truly.

 

Forgive me? Yes, I did it.

 

from my journal, dated 7 August 2012:

 

Robin Elizabeth, I forgive you for feeling responsible for everything.

Robin Elizabeth, I forgive you for trying to gain attention by performance.

Robin Elizabeth, I forgive you for trying to gain attention by taking over.

Robin Elizabeth, I forgive you for trying to gain attention by pretending to be the adult.

Robin Elizabeth, I forgive you for not allowing yourself to have a childhood.

Robin Elizabeth, I forgive you for feeling insecure.

Robin Elizabeth, I forgive you for not teaching your kids accountability.

Robin Elizabeth, I forgive you for not learning to love.

 

I went further, and put words to paper, conscious thought to what I already knew in my heart:

 

[She who shall remain nameless] I forgive you for always making me feel I had to prove myself.

[She who shall remain nameless] I forgive you for making me perform.

[She who shall remain nameless] I forgive you for making me feel guilty that I was never good enough.

[She who shall remain nameless] I forgive you for not loving me.

[She who shall remain nameless] I forgive you for not liking me.

 

[He who shall remain nameless] I forgive you for letting her.

[He who shall remain nameless] I forgive you for sitting by.

[He who shall remain nameless] I forgive you for not showing me what a husband should be.

 

Was it fun? No. Was it easy? Not really. But is it worth it? Absolutely.

 

 

#Blogwords, Front Porch Fellowship, #FPF, Sunday Devotion, Forgiveness

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BLOGWORDS – BLOG BLITZ & BOOK LAUNCH – MAY 2018

BLOGWORDS – Sunday 20 May 2018 – FRONT PORCH FELLOWSHIP – LIVING PRAISE

FRONT PORCH FELLOWSHIP – LIVING PRAISE

 

Several years ago I was blessed to be part of a church called Living Praise. I was in my poem writing heyday and penned this piece for the church anniversary that year. Just as the ministry in that church, the poem speaks to who we are in Him, and the anointing that is on all of us—to be in His presence. Night and day. Good times and bad. In joy or in sorrow.

 

His Word says to praise Him in all things, give thanks in all things (not for all things but that’s another post for another day… )

 

Living Praise

 

The breath of praise is the rush of the wind

It sweeps the earth o’er and back again

Urging me come like as trees do bend

And enter in to worship the King.

In rolls of thunder the voice of praise heard

The rustle of leaves, the whisper of fog

Wooing, so gently, it wraps around

My heart and speaks without a sound

Its pulse is the current of the deep sea

Echoing, beckoning, calling to me

To join in the song, the jubilee

For this is what we’re created to be:

Vessels of the breath, the pulse, the voice

Spilling out joyous and clamorous noise

In circumstance all ~ ever rejoice

And approach the Throne with posture and poise

Praise is the life-force that opens the door

The breath of the Spirit, the pulse-tide sure

The voice of the Son, the Father’s own Word

Poured into our spirit-man, ever honor the Lord

And usher in His presence Divine

To move among us, to pour in new wine

Cleansing and healing, ministry fire

This is His purpose, to indwell our lives.

Yes, we are the pulse, the voice, the breath

Of His presence, our lives within His

We are His hands and eyes and feet so swift

We are the face of His Living Praise.

© Robin E. Mason

24 July 2006

 

#Blogwords, Front Porch Fellowship, #FPF, Sunday Devotion, Living Praise

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BLOGWORDS – BLOG BLITZ & BOOK LAUNCH – MAY 2018

 

BLOGWORDS – Sunday 13 May 2018 – FRONT PORCH FELLOWSHIP – MOTHERS

FRONT PORCH FELLOWSHIP – WHY I’M A MOTHER

 

25 November 1978, 1:37 in the afternoon. The moment that changed my life forever, the moment I became a mother. The moment my first born breathed his first breath. Douglas Harper McClinton, II, my ginger boy, my studious pensive one, you feel deeply and love generously.

8 August 1980, 8:09 P.M. My delight doubled, two fledglings in my nest, two boys in my arms and my heart. Russell William McClinton, my tow-headed one, my comic, my tender hearted boy, you make me smile and always think of others first.

14 September 1982, 2:20 in the middle of the night. My girl, the third strand in the cord of my heart strings. Margaret Andrea McClinton, your white blond pigtails, your infectious smile, my silly loves everybody and everything, tender heart for kids everywhere girl.

 

I always wanted to be a mommie, always thought I wanted a house full of kids, thought I’d have more when I got remarried. But ya know what? Father gave me the three kids He picked for me. He gave me the perfect kids for me because—and this blew my mind when He whispered to me just now—I’m the perfect mom for them. I’m who they need in their lives and they’re who I need in my life. For all the “honorary kids” I’ve had, Father gave me these three. And they’re what I need, they’re who I need. They’re my heart and my everything.

 

Happy Mother’s Day to all moms everywhere.

 

 

#Blogwords, Front Porch Fellowship, #FPF, Sunday Devotion, Why I’m a Mother, Doug, Russell, Maggie

 

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BLOGWORDS – BLOG BLITZ & BOOK LAUNCH – MAY 2018

BLOGWORDS – Sunday 6 May 2018 – FRONT PORCH FELLOWSHIP – COMMITMENT

FRONT PORCH FELLOWSHIP – COMMITMENT

“I promise.”

 

How many times do we spout those words, only to find its fulfillment too difficult. More difficult, perhaps, than we had thought. Perhaps, even, without regard to keeping our word. Procrastination, distraction, dare I say it, laziness—and the promise comes up empty.

 

Swing the pendulum 100 degrees to the opposite—and the fault is in not knowing when to say no. Taking on more than a body ought. And punishing our own selves in the pursuit of it. And by punishing, I mean losing sleep, missing out on family time or fun recreation. Skipping meals.

 

Neither is the picture of honor in commitment.

 

I have a tendency toward the latter, though I’ve come to realize the fault in it, and am learning to say no when I.just. can’t.

 

https://robinsnest212.wordpress.com/2018/04/15/blogwords-sunday-19-march-2017-front-porch-fellowship-all-the-things/

 

I posted in March on Father’s promises, which are always—always—YES and AMEN. If Father says a thing, He is faithful to do it. And that’s the final answer.

 

https://robinsnest212.wordpress.com/2018/03/11/blogwords-sunday-11-march-2018-front-porch-fellowship-promises/

 

But us… Sometimes not so much.

 

What, exactly, is commitment?

 

Dictionary.com says, “the state or quality of being dedicated to a cause, activity, etc.”

 

And dedicated is, “devoted to a task or purpose; having single-minded loyalty or integrity.”

 

I could go on. Honor and integrity are in short supply anymore—and ironically in high demand. You see, I believe it all comes back to Jesus. Then again, everything comes back to Jesus.

 

I’ve seen the verse, “Then He said to them all, “If anyone desires to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow Me”” slung about to mean we all must suffer. I don’t believe that’s His meaning at all. That’s Luke 9:23 by the way.

 

I believe that in Him we have fullness of joy. In Him, we have peace, and vision that we don’t have without Him. It’s about relationship. If Jesus can say to His Father, not My will but Yours, knowing full well He would face death, and a brutal one at that, then surely we can trust Him with our lives. ps—Jesus was tortured and tormented, but in the end, He wins.

 

And so can we.

 

If it seems I’ve gone off topic I haven’t. (kinda looked that way to me, too) But when we’re in relationship with Him, we have knowledge and understanding and discernment to guide us in commitments we make—or shouldn’t make.

 

My downfall, if I had to pinpoint a single thing, is distraction. The same you-wouldn’t-believe-the-extent imagination that feeds my creativity kinda also distracts from a task at hand… (and this cursed sickness in my body runs interference) (a lot) but my determination is pretty powerful. Confession: there is a degree of my former self, telling me I have to or [fill in the blank] won’t love me, won’t approve, will criticize, will condemn…

 

Not Father. He approves me. Period.

 

And so I strive to honor Him in what I do. The very things He gives me to accomplish. For me, among other things, that is to write.

 

https://robinsnest212.wordpress.com/2018/03/04/blogwords-sunday-4-march-2018-front-porch-fellowship-all-creation-worships/

 

That’s one of my favorite posts, by the way. And yes, I realize I’m pointing back to a bunch of previous posts…

 

This whole rambling post does have a point, and that is my commitment to Father to write. (including this post, and me feeling meh today… )

 

I believe a commitment is our honor. To Him and to one another. And, perhaps more importantly, to ourselves. For if we don’t have our honor, what are we left with?

 

 

#Blogwords, Front Porch Fellowship, #FPF, Sunday Devotion, Commitment, Promises, Dedicated, Honor

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BLOGWORDS – Sunday 8 April 2018 – FRONT PORCH FELLOWSHIP – ALL THE THINGS (repost)

FRONT PORCH FELLOWSHIP – ALL THE THINGS

 

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. – Phillipians 4:13

 

I used to think this meant I had to do ALL | THE | THINGS.

 

It does not. It means I can do the things He asks me to do.

 

Which is a lot of words to say, I’ve learned to say, “No.”

 

Which is why the blog is on hiatus for the month of April.

 

So it’s really Father telling me to write first and then blog second. ‘cause, you know, there’s only so much of robin to go around…  * plus I’m just.so.sleepy today…

 

Which, really, goes back to last week’s Front Porch Fellowship, To Become Like Him, and relationship,

https://robinsnest212.wordpress.com/2018/04/01/blogwords-sunday-1-april-2018-front-porch-fellowship-easter-sunday-to-become-like-him/

 

 

#Blogwords, Front Porch Fellowship, #FPF, Sunday Devotion, All the Things, Phillipians 4:13

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BLOGWORDS – Sunday 1 April 2018 – FRONT PORCH FELLOWSHIP – EASTER SUNDAY – TO BECOME LIKE HIM

FRONT PORCH FELLOWSHIP – EASTER SUNDAY – TO BECOME LIKE HIM

As Christians, we seem to compartmentalize this this thing we call faith. In December we revel in Christ’s birth, God becoming man. At Easter, we mourn His sacrifice, and rejoice He resurrection. And somewhere in between, we await His triumphant return.

 

My mind, though, as it is wont to do, picks it all apart like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle right out of the box. And as my mind is also wont to do—rather, as Holy Spirit takes my musings—I go back to the beginning. Genesis.

 

Which begs the question, “why?”

 

Why did Father God bother with creation at all? What was His purpose and motive? His intention?

 

One word.

 

 

Which begs the question, was God lonely? I don’t believe so, no, not at all. this just in… I believe that because He is love, and has so much love to give, He simply made more creatures to love, to pour His love into.

 

And, as nothing takes Him by surprise, He also knew His creation would let Him down, turn away from Him… betray Him. Even before creation, He knew all this would happen—but He did it anyway. Created us. And He had a plan to fix it.

 

 

Because He knew going in what would happen. Already one of His angels had turned away. And Father God knew that Lucifer would try to rob His creation from fellowship with Him. It looked quite successful, too, for a few millennia. But God is outside of time, and in the grand scope of things, it really wasn’t but a blink of His eye.

 

I almost pity Satan at that moment, thinking he had finally done it. Finally won, thinking he had defeated Christ. Thinking he had put our Savior to death—he didn’t of course. Christ offered Himself as the sacrifice to unite us with Father, once and for all time. Poor Satan was just the minion in Father’s hand to manifest it… to manifest His Glory.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUzR4HKbi9w

 

 

See, I picture the Holy Trinity sitting up in heaven, on their bean bag chairs made of clouds, watching us down here, coaching us, laughing with us—or at us—weeping with us. Holy Spirit speaks to us, in us, through us.

 

It’s relationship, the good, the bad, and the ugly.

 

 

God is. Timeless… “who was, and is, and is to come…” He is outside of time, He is eternal.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bWK4wbBCCPA

 

It’s all for us. Everything Father does, or thinks, or says, His very breath even—Holy Spirit—His heartbeat is for us. For fellowship.

 

 

And because He is, we are.

 

 

#Blogwords, Front Porch Fellowship, #FPF, Sunday Devotion, Easter Sunday, He is Risen, To Become Like Him, Fellowship, The Easter Story, Relationship, He Is, We Are

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