Praise the Lord, Chosen Women!

Well, this is our first Monday Blog. Today was my first day back to work after some wonderful down time with my family. As said before, I am believing God for His richest and His best for all of us this New Year. A day or so ago my husband said, "If you say God is going to do such-and-such in 2010 ONE MORE TIME . . . !" HAHAHA That let's you know how much I have been proclaiming the Word of God and exercising my faith through positive confession of what I believe and trust God to do. I'm speaking it so much I'm starting to get on the nerves of one of the most faith-filled people that I know! I know that he was just teasing me -- but I do expect even greater things this year!

I promise that each Monday is not going to be a recap of my church's Sunday's Message -- but it is this week! I was just that impacted by what I heard. Yesterday our pastor preached on the subject "You're It!" The text was taken from Lamentations 3:24-26. It reads, "the LORD is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him. The LORD is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him. It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD."

Pastor recounted the time in his youth when he would play tag with his siblings and cousins at the school property next to their home. They would hop the fence and play for hours. He said that one of his brother was quite young at the time and when it would be that brother's turn to be "it" that proved difficult. It was hard for this younger brother to find the other boys when they hid. They were older and able to allude him very well.

Pastor said that sometimes they would be hiding so long that they would begin coming out and calling to one another to find that this youngest brother could not be find. Without fail as they would return to the house tired from waiting to be found they would find the one who was supposed to be seeking after them upstairs, playing a video game saying, "I got tired of looking for you!"

Pastor turned that story of tag with a group who loved each other into a story of a Lord who chased after us with great fervor, great patience and great desire. He spoke of how God waited patiently for us. How He came into bad situation and bad places pursuing us and wooing us to Him. He sought us with a purpose to make us His own after paying such a great price to ransom our souls.

He went on to say that now that we have been found and adopted into a loving relationship with the Father, Jesus has said, "Tag! You're It!" After pursuing us with everything He now looks for us to pursue with with all of our strength, all of our soul, all of our being.

He is looking for a people like Jeremiah that would say that the Lord is my portion and to seek and desire Him more than our necessary food. But instead, all too often, He finds a lukewarm people that place the pursuit of the Lord behind other things like television, work, children, shopping, telephone, computer -- anything but seeking the face of the Lord!

What a sobering and convicting Word. We were informed that God is looking for those that would seek Him. He talked about how they played tag where once you were tagged the person could not tag you back right away -- so after being tagged there was usually a time of talking and fellowship. He said that so many are missing that great fellowship with the Lord because you will not seek and pursue Him. It's really not about the pursuit -- it's about the fellowship once you are in His presence! But you have got to seek Him continually to stay into this place of fellowship and friendship with the Lord.

Today in recounting some of that message to you I simply say this -- You're It!

In Service for the Master,
Evangelist Lisa Y. Mitchell

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