A Time to Heal

Hello Friends,

Recently I have thought much about healing. Where does it rest? Where does it lie? In the heart? In the body? In the soul?

There are those who will insist that if we have enough money, then we will be healed. There are also those who will say, "If you send me your money, then God will heal you." There are other conditions and programs that a host of people will tell you will heal you. The five steps...the seven steps...the ten steps. Listen to me! Follow my advice! Have enough faith in God! Have enough faith in me! The cacophony of noise is endless, like walking through the Midway at the fair. Look at me! Follow me! Hear me!

I think that healing is somewhere else. I believe that healing is in the heart of God. His love. His strength. Not my own. His hand holding mine. So little I am, without any power of my own. That is where I find my strength. That is where I find my healing.

God pulls me out of the waters, and I can feel the solid rock beneath my feet. I may still stumble. I may be poor and needy. I may be wracked with disease. My body may be crippled, but that is just for the blink of an eye that is my time upon this earth. I am healed when I am totally dependent upon Him...helpless, afraid, and wondering why. I am safe now, in His sheltering arms.

With love,
Jaye Lewis

A Time of Peace

Hello Friends,

There's not much peace in the world today, is there? I can feel it in my own country, and we see it every day on the news and online. It's very disturbing, and sometimes I think our leaders do not know where they are taking us. Sometimes they seem to have tunnel vision, a lot like my big, dumb dog.

My big dumb dog knows where he wants to end up, but it doesn't occur to him that there might be people in the way. He just charges forward, keeping his head down like a battering ram, figuring everyone will move aside. He looks neither to the right nor the left. He doesn't comprehend the consequences. In fact, consequences don't matter, as long as he arrives.

Of course, war is more serious than that, but in some cases the principle is the same. There simply isn't going to be a peace, and for the life of me, I don't know how a blood bath is going to bring peace about. Peace and blood are mutually exclusive. Blah. Blah. Blah. No one is listening to a sixty year old woman with health problems.

So how do I find peace? I have to look within myself. I have to find that part of me where God dwells, and find my peace in Him. This is not easy for me, but it is a place that I try to go every day. I have to honestly say that in all my sixty years, the only place that I have ever found peace, is at the foot of the Cross, on my knees. I guess blood and peace are not mutually exclusive after all, when One lays down His life to save the world.

Only in Christ can I find peace within my turmoil. Only in Him do I find answers to unanswerable questions.

May He give you peace in your heart today.

Blessings,
Jaye