
Thank you, God, for loving me enough to teach me. Keep my heart open so I might listen and obey.
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Thank you, God, for loving me enough to teach me. Keep my heart open so I might listen and obey.

Picture the caterpillar. Its belly nearly drags the earth, and its tiny legs work furiously as it inches from one plant to another. On the plant it blends in, camouflaged by leaves. It spends its life contentedly munching its leafy green diet. But one day the caterpillar drastically changes. It stops eating and spins a cocoon around itself. Here it stays, snug and secure for a time. We don’t know exactly what happens to the caterpillar while in its cocoon, but we do know it emerges totally changed. The caterpillar, once confined to traveling slowly on its little legs, can now fly. In its freedom, it flits from one flower to another, its diet no longer green leaves, but the sweet nectar of the flowers. It no longer shows dull green, but instead displays beautiful colors in its gossamer thin wings. What was once a slow-moving, plain creature has become a free-flying, colorful work of art. The old caterpillar has passed away; it has become a new creation.
Like the caterpillar, we are to become new creations. When we are “in Christ” we no longer crawl with our bellies close to the ground; we no longer see ourselves or others from an earthly perspective. With Christ, our perspectives change. Before, hundreds of earthly concerns reigned central in our lives: making more money, driving the latest cars, wearing the latest up-to-date fashions. When we crawled like a caterpillar, we saw other people from an earthly perspective: how they looked, how we could judge them, whether or not they were part of the “in-crowd.” We loved to gossip about others; we loved to tear others down in order to build ourselves up.
But we who are “in Christ” have become new creations; we have gossamer wings with which we can fly. Christ in us lets our thoughts soar heavenward. Suddenly, our earthly concerns seem less important; we are more concerned with gaining fruits of the spirit. Acquiring these becomes more important than acquiring material goods. We now view others from a different, higher perspective. Christ in us can love others through us. Instead of seeing other’s faults, Christ lets us glimpse what He sees in each of His beautiful human creations. He lets us see what each person could become through His love. Instead of gossiping about others, we now talk to God about them, lifting them up in prayer.
Are you concerned that you haven’t undergone this metamorphosis? Then look to the example of the caterpillar. Before the caterpillar could change, it needed to spend time in the cocoon: sustained time alone with God, studying His word, listening to His still small voice, talking with Him, and hearing the testimonies of all the “new creations” in His word.
Father, wrap us in the cocoon of your love and wisdom and make us butterflies. Work the miracle of change in our lives. Create us anew as beautiful new creatures flying on the wings of your spirit.

“The literal translation of the words ‘pray always’ is ‘come to rest.’ The Greek word for rest is hesychia, and hesychasm is the term which refers to the spirituality of the desert. A hesychast is a man or a woman who seeks solitude and silence as the ways to unceasing prayer. The prayer of the hesychasts is a prayer of rest. This rest, however, has little to do with the absence of conflict or pain. It is a rest in God in the midst of a very intense daily struggle.”
Henri Nouwen
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:29

Whether I wander a couple of feet off the path, or I walk miles away makes no difference. I am so thankful, Lord, that you welcome me back, whenever and wherever I may wander. Thank you for your grace. I pray you’ll keep my feet on your path of life.

Do I truly let Christ’s peace RULE in my heart? Peace, not fear, anger, or dissension. It’s so easy to revert to those emotions rather than letting peace rule.
Lord, forgive me for letting my own emotions rule my heart. Teach me to yield to you and allow your peace to be primary in me. Let your people live together in peace.
Life has a way of testing our anchors and tempting us to drift. Nevertheless, if our anchors are correctly placed in the rock of our Redeemer, they will hold no matter the force of the wind, the strength of the tide, or the height of the water. Dieter F. Lahectorf
I love this quote! When life gets rough and I react, it makes me re-examine where my anchor it placed. When I’m all worried and upset, my anchor isn’t resting on the rock of my Redeemer.
Lord, keep my anchor firmly resting in you. When it is, I know that you are in control, and I need not fear. Thank you for loving me so much.

Early in the morning, in the pre-dawn gray light, I wander around the retreat center. As I meander past the ghostlike trees, my feet crunch in the gravel path. The wind sighing high above in the treetops provides an oasis of peace and quiet away from the noise and bustle of the city. While the day slumbers, my feet turn toward Vesper Lookout, the highest land in the area. Short of breath, I soon reach the top of the steep hill and gaze at the beauty all around me. Gently rolling hills dotted with cedars, sycamores, and burr oaks await the new day. Below my feet the buildings of the campground rest gray and colorless, waiting for the sunrise to bring them to light and life. A strong wind blows at the top of Vesper Lookout, whispering God’s name through the cedars at its crest. I turn and face a six-foot-tall wooden cross fashioned from tree trunks. The cross faces due east, pointing toward the impending sunrise. I kneel at its base, humbly acknowledging my risen Savior, the creator of all this beauty. This is why I’ve climbed to the top of the hill, to view God’s glorious sunrise.
I turn and face the east. I wait…I watch, nearly holding my breath. Gradually the sky reflects the light approaching beyond the horizon. As I wait, the world around me changes, heralding the coming of the light. Gray fades, changing to light blue. Colors in the landscape become more distinct, details pop out, and the birds sing “good morning” to a new day. Soft pale pink emerges in the sky, spreading from the east around my right to the southern sky. The golden grasses and brown-black tree tops bow low in the wind. I wait…I watch. Gradually the pink wash turns brighter and deeper, rejoicing in the coming sun. All around me the clouds turn vivid pink. The eastern sky brightens, streaks of yellow shining through the clouds. The winds nearly shout, “The sun is coming! The sun is coming!” I wait with bated breath. At last it comes. A slice of the brilliant, bright red-orange sphere peeks over the horizon. The great ball of light rises above the horizon, illuminating a new day.
Just so the Son of God rose on a spiritually dark world. All of creation waited; all of creation held its breath, waiting for the wind of His spirit to blow across the land. The risen Son brought the brilliance of a new spiritual day. The light of salvation now shines for all to see.
Dear God, thank you for the risen light of your Son. Help me to reflect His light for others to see.
II Samuel 22:29 “You are my lamp, O LORD; the LORD turns my darkness into light.”

“If you give your soul up to anything earthly, whether it be the wealth, or the honours, or the pleasures of this world, you might as well hunt after the mirage of the desert or try to collect the mists of the morning, or to store up for yourself the clouds of the sky, for all these things are passing away.”
― Charles H. Spurgeon
Lord, take my focus off of the glittering things of this world, for they are transient. Even if I wanted to, I could not keep them. Instead, keep my heart on everything spiritual, for they build my soul, keep a strong relationship with you, and will last eternally. Thank you for your good gifts.

According to the Cambridge Dictionary, “dwell” means “to live in a place or in a particular way.” It us a verb, which denotes action. So, if Christ’s Word dwells in me, it implies that his Word lives in me, perhaps in a particular way. Might that way influence how I think or act? Might it influence how I respond to others? Might it enable me to offer God’s grace to others?
Father, as I read and contemplate your Word, I pray that it will reside in my heart and influence my thoughts and actions to more closely resemble yours.
“…the deepest spiritual lessons are not learned by his letting us have our way in the end, but by his making us wait, bearing with us in love and patience until we are able to honestly pray what he taught his disciples to pray: Thy will be done.”
Elisabeth Elliot
Lord, it is easier to pray for want I want. Teach me to meet you in that still, small place where I can listen and learn. In the waiting, let my soul be receptive to the lessons you’d have me learn. Teach me to pray in all circumstances, “Thy will be done.”