# Tag: salvation

## A Freeing Perspective

By Sarah Callen

Have you ever met one of those people who is the epitome of freedom? They don’t care what other people think and don’t seem to be phased by what happens to them, but continue to go forward with almost reckless abandon? I’m not one of those people. I would like to be, but I am far from their level of freedom. I have a comfort zone, a routine, to which I have grown accustomed and like to maintain. Interestingly enough, the most free people I know are those who are very close to God, intimately tuned into his voice, and actively seeking his face. The most free people I know have trusted God through good and bad, displaying an awe-inspiring amount of faith. Trusting God is great in theory, until he asks you to do something that makes you uncomfortable. So, what do you do when his direction or instruction flies in the face of your instincts?

All of our favorite Bible characters navigated through this same internal struggle. Let’s look at Moses. God told him that he would be used to lead the Israelites out of Egypt. What a ridiculous notion! Then, after they had been rescued from their oppressors, God sustained his people through miracles as they wandered about in the desert. God’s instructions to Moses were ridiculous, but he obeyed, why? It wasn’t because he was being forced or coerced into submission. Moses obeyed because he knew God. He knew His voice and character, making obedience a no-brainer. So why do we struggle so often with following God’s instructions?

I want you to think about a time when God has told you to do something. It could be going and speaking to someone, forgiving someone who hurt you, quitting something or starting something new, or a thousand other things. Do you have yours in mind? I have mine. Now, how does that instruction or direction make you feel? Now, that’s a strange question coming from me, I’m not one to talk about feelings often, but I’m learning that there’s value to this type of self-assessment. I think two of the main responses can be: fear or freedom. I think your reaction depends wholly on your perspective. Let me say it another way, your response to obedience reveals your view of God.

The Bible says that God is love, it’s not that he can love or he loves well, but he is the very definition of love. The Bible also says that perfect Love casts out all fear, meaning that fear cannot exist in the same space as perfect love. When a frightening directive is given by God and your focus is on the directive and yourself (i.e. a selfish perspective), the natural result is fear. But when you focus on the one giving the command, it can be a freeing experience.

Most of the time, I take the selfish road, as I am a very selfish individual. But the interesting thing is that this perspective always leads to my detriment. By focusing on myself and how God’s word effects me it causes me to operate in a place of fear. But, when I change my perspective and focus on God, my response changes. When I know that God loves me and is always looking out for me I can trust that his directions are indeed good. I can know that He wants good things for me and will work things together for my benefit and not to my destruction.

I don’t know what you’re facing right now, but I know that God is good. Every time I have entered into a period of transition or stepped into something scary, God has pulled through and, despite all the bumps in the road, I’ve come out better on the other side. And I believe he will do the same for you. If you’re frighted by that next step He’s telling you to take, know that you’re not alone. It’s okay to react with fear, but you can’t stay there. When fear begins to creep in, whispering in your ear to run away or hide, change your perspective and focus on the One who is speaking to you and leading you.

I’m not writing this because I have mastered this or because I have this all figured out. I’m writing this because I’m in the middle of it right now. What God is telling me to do scares me and I have to daily, sometimes hourly, shift my focus to the Lord and off my situation. I’m asking you to join me on this faith walk as we continue to move toward God and away from ourselves.

A simple shift in perspective can change everything. I’m willing to humble myself and change my thinking, are you?

Sarah was raised in Tucson, Arizona, but now lives in Dallas, Texas. She currently works a 9-5 job, but in her spare time she loves to write, paint, draw, and sing. More importantly, she wants to help people receive hope when they feel like they have none.
Sarah:  “I believe every number has a name, every name has a story, and every story is worthy of being shared.”

Sarah’s Blog: workinprogressblog.co

## The Swing

A Poem By Dr. Deb Waterbury

Chubby hands clutching the ropes,                                                                                                                                                       “Higher! Higher,” she squeals.                                                                                                                                                               Only clouds and sun and sweet wind                                                                                                                                                    kiss her face.                                                                                                                                                                                              No cares, no worries.                                                                                                                                                                               Nurturing hands push her upward.

More securely now, small hands on the ropes,                                                                                                                                   “Higher! Higher,” she screams.                                                                                                                                                             Bows and ribbons and grass and tops of trees;                                                                                                                                   Innocence on her lips,                                                                                                                                                                             sweetness and life.                                                                                                                                                                                   Protective hands push her onward.

Careless and dauntless she climbs now.                                                                                                                                               “Higher! Higher,” she demands.                                                                                                                                                           The world at her fingertips and knowledge                                                                                                                                          a thing to be won;                                                                                                                                                                                     independence on her lips.                                                                                                                                                                       Still guiding hands push her forward.

Smoothly and effortlessly she soars,                                                                                                                                                     “Higher! Higher,” she yells.                                                                                                                                                                   Ambiguous horizon and ambivalent sighs,                                                                                                                                         the climb ever necessary,                                                                                                                                                                         the tasks ever present.                                                                                                                                                                             There, gentle hands push her through.

Slowly and painfully she grasps the ropes,                                                                                                                                         “High enough. High enough,” she says.                                                                                                                                              Darkness and relief and calming storms                                                                                                                                             fill tired eyes.                                                                                                                                                                                              A hush, a whisper, a breath.                                                                                                                                                                  Gently now, tender Hands bring her home.

Long arms and strong legs swing effortlessly,                                                                                                                                    “Perfect! Perfect,” she sings.                                                                                                                                                                  Light and Love and Joy sing with her,                                                                                                                                                 life dancing in her eyes,                                                                                                                                                                           laughter behind and all around.

Redeeming Hands hold her,                                                                                                                                                                  and love her,                                                                                                                                                                                              and push her…

Swinging                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Swinging                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Swinging.

## Learning to Rest

By Kori Yates

Great ideas can be tiring, but God-ideas are inspiring.

I am learning. Gradually.

I love to volunteer, jump in, help out, run the show. However you want to put it, I’m in. I joke periodically that God gave me my sweet husband to hold my hand down. While not altogether true and knowing he is far more of a blessing than that, I do know that he helps keep me in check and remind me of my priorities before I drive us all crazy.

God calls us to many things in our lifetime. Whether acts of service to others or stewardship of resources, not a day goes by when He does not speak to our hearts about something. But there is a drastic difference between the “business of God” and the “busyness of God.” (more…)