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Colossians 3:12-14 NKJV

“Put on tender mercies, kindness, humility, meekness, longsuffering; bearing with one another, and forgiving one another, if anyone has a complaint against another; even as Christ forgave you, so you also must do. But above all these things put on love, which is the bond of perfection.”

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April 23, 2017 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

The ever-presence of God’s Love in His Gift of Praise

If a picture is worth a thousand words
Then avert your two eyes from me when you demand silence
For countless words erupt with each shuddering gasp

Ergo miss the accompanying timbrel and dance.

If a picture is worth a thousand words
Then aim your soul’s eye beyond now when you demand answers
For countless strains roar from Saviour’s bleeding Gift

Elseways miss the revelatory mighty acts and Breath.

I see so much
I hear too much
I say enough…

Lord above all I pray
let me live these, the loudest Word amidst
the dying cacophony of the world and
the swelling harmonies of the angels…

Christ is risen.

“Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord. Praise ye the Lord.”
Psalm 150:6 KJV

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Life doesn’t turn like the pages of a book…

February 19, 2013 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

Not the kind of book we imagine.
It is a work of art the Father brilliantly creates.
It is a stunning blueprint, a gorgeous picture, an awesome performance.

So let us pray that our will is God’s will, and bring forth beautiful light in the darkness of this world.

Yes, darkness will come. But in His mercy, He blesses us through that. Each moment is either bright, or it is not, in which case the light seems brighter.

When we fall, rising makes us closer to the Shepherd, as He gently lifts us and holds us nearer. Not only so…

He takes every arrow evil throws at us and turns it around a hundred times.

Evil may be a near infinite power, but God is infinite, and He, with His flock, prevails in His masterpiece plan.

But even with His kindness, I sometimes still feel so very broken, not at all marvelous. Then, He lovingly reminds me that…

Courage, true courage, is the courage to say, “I am weak.” That
Bravery, true bravery is to ask for help.
Wisdom, to accept that help. And
Knowledge, to know that it is not by my power.

Isn’t that a relief?

“Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:4-7 NIV

Courage, Bravery, Wisdom, Knowledge

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Purpose

February 13, 2013 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

The tsunami is not such a mighty force without a slew of variables.
…..The swell must reach a certain height in a certain place at a certain time.
…..A boat or school of fish might pass by and imprint its mark.
Very few variables–relatively speaking to this whole process–will have some direct impact on the final crescendo of this crashing wave.

There is no less honour for the parts early in this cycle than late.

As a community, let us build a tsunami of change.
…..However, just as this awesome phenomena can and often is devastating, so too can our actions be destructive.
Let us turn the too-known devastation of a tsunami into something beautiful as it instead sculpts rugged cliffs in the sunset.

We will succeed. We will also make terrible, terrible mistakes.

In our darkest hours, find the compassion God has awakened in us to seek a more perfect consequence.
In our crowning glories, find the joy God has blessed us with to strive for a more perfect peace.
In everything, inspire and be inspired, to advance. Motivate and be motivated, to grow.

Our actions, our thoughts, our words–they all contribute to this tsunami. Respect yourself. Respect others. Be deliberate in your choices.

Pursue the passions and gifts God has endowed upon you, for the work of the Lord knows no bound for progress. He plans for the good of those who love Him. So…

Speak out, no matter how loud or shaky.
Stand up, no matter how tall or steady.

You are the wind, the water, the fish, and the foam.
You have His power within you.
You are blessed.

You. Have. a Purpose.

“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the Lord, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end. Then shall ye call upon Me, and ye shall go and pray unto Me, and I will hearken unto you. And ye shall seek Me, and find Me, when ye shall search for Me with all your heart.” – Jeremiah 29:11-13 KJV

Purpose

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May your day be brighter, if not better…

February 10, 2013 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

For each moment of light casts away the shadows.

Those inevitable demons make the light so much sweeter. They try to take us down, only for God to raise us up again.

Remember the time when you cried out, “God, grant me some good!”? Today He fulfills that promise.

Think of the miracle of each passing breath. Is there not reason, then to sing praise to our Heavenly Father in the night, even in our most despaired hour?

Yet, when this is not possible, for you and I are only human, think of the candle. Let not sorrow’s phantoms overpower you. My child, God offers, partake of my Bread and be lit with the glory of resurrection.

Look to a new day.

Reflect on a time in your life, any time in your life, when you smiled at the kindness of a child, or laughed at the curious bark of a dog. At some point, God has granted us all at least once the memory of His grace. Cling to this dearly when you enter the dreary caves of sadness.

God is merciful. When we are low, seek His presence in the deepest trenches of the ocean. When we are ecstatic, remember His presence in the highest mountaintops.

He is always. Thus joy is always. When happiness cannot be attained, know that joy can. Joy in His love for us. Joy in salvation. Joy in the hope for a better day.

But for now, may your day be brighter, if not better.

You might find that a glimmer of light lifts, perhaps just a little, the day’s troubles.

“But I trust in Your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in Your salvation. I will sing the Lord’s praise for He has been good to me.” -Psalm 13:5-6 NIV

 

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Nostalgia

February 2, 2013 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

I don’t remember his name, but a guest speaker from a chapel once gave a sermon that has, for some reason, stayed close to my heart. It was about nostalgia. So, thank you, for all who speak on this topic.

Nostalgia, he argued, can take the form as a yearning for home—for heaven.
…..It is the tip of the iceberg called marvelous glory which we see on earth.
…..It is the sweet smell of that which we cannot quite remember the name.
…..It is a moment when God reveals a glimpse of the life which is to come.
…..It is one of His many gifts to us that keeps our eyes fixed on Him.

Back then, I thought it was limited to when my heart swelled at the crashing waves of the ocean. Now that I’m in the midst of this battle, nostalgia has a whole new dimension of meaning to me.

Let me side-track here: Pain in this life is inevitable—we live in a broken world (Genesis 3). Often we forget and get too caught up in the moment: that midterm becomes worth losing sleep over, this appointment is worth stressing out about, etc.

This is not the end…it is a step to a new beginning.

Yet, things of this world can too easily overwhelm us. We become blind to the nostalgic moments existent in the most seemingly dull times in our lives.

Remember that every breath is an opportunity to partake in this experience, to know God deeper, “…seeing He giveth to all life, and breath, and all things” (from Acts 17:25 KJV).

As I learn to re-prioritize, I realize that more. I no longer need (though I’d love) to be by the ocean to feel this way.

Sometimes, just sitting crumpled in pain counting each breath as a blessing is enough to fill me with this wonderful experience. Through this, God grants me peace in the darkest hours.

Nostalgia, one might say, is a calling from the Comforter which settles the cries of our souls until that beautiful reunion with our Creator.

After all, I know without a doubt that better times are to come.

I’ve tasted it. You have too, even in just a glimmer of hope.

And I pray that you know this as well, that you may “know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God” (Eph. 3:19 NIV).

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When in the dark I pray,

January 21, 2013 - Author: Bernadette Saddik

An endless horizon of the surf meets the sky. As I look up, I see the stars proclaim God’s majesty.
…..I see an enduring Fortress.
…..I see His infinite love for me.
In His creation He shows me His breath-taking splendor. In His mercy, the Father reveals that what I comprehend now is only a sliver of His grandeur.
…..It is more magnificent than my heart can fathom.
By His grace, the Spirit stirs within me, granting me a taste of His satiating tranquility.

My eyes glaze over the silhouette of the tamed tide.
In the caressing ocean breeze, His hand brushes away the hot streams on my cheeks. In the swirling winds He hugs me close.
…..He tells me of His love, that He will never let go.

How can the sheep drown when the Shepherd carries her?

I dig my face in His open shoulders, screaming in rage and frustration, my mind lost in the chaos.
He comforts me with the assurance of a time with neither grief nor guilt, neither embarrassment nor agony.
…..There will be no knives, shots, shocks, throbs.
I will jump in dance without crackling lightning.  I will, with untiring voice, sing loud songs of praise without crumpling in piercing pain.

But for now, He reminds me that every time I fall, no matter how hard, it is always on His hand from which He gently lifts me.
He does not want His children to hurt. Yet, this is the course of life here, the consequence of sin, the battle against evil.
…..Out of it, He promises to teach me closeness to Him that I may approach nearer His full measure; to guide me in helping others that they may suffer less; to strengthen my spirit that my body will not defeat me.

This undertaking, He guarantees, is not nor will ever be in vain.

On the cross, Christ gladly bore the pressing weight of all my tears.
With His victory over death, He inspires faith, hope, joy that each drop brings me one step closer to eternal bliss.
…..In the meantime, every stab needs not be hauled by me. In fact, I am weak and capable of nothing without God–only by His power is this burden overcome.

God urges me to open my heart to Him.
…..He resonates with the sensibilities of my soul as He declares that He is the Voice which rebukes the sea, and it fearfully obeys. He clothes the withering grass and feeds the fleeting sparrow.

My child, He pleads, follow Me and know how much more I will use My power to love, to grow, and to protect you.

I breathe deeply as His whisper immerses me in peace.

I listen to my Lord’s sweet song from the lumbering waves lulling my soul to everlasting serenity.

“Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Saviour and my God.” Psalm 42:11 NIV

 

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