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The Walls Came Tumblin'

Meg

It's a Bible story that most people familiar with. I remember being in Sunday School class, watching my teacher tell the story, complete with felt board (do you remember those?). We even had a song we would sing, an old spiritual that goes  back to times of slavery in the United States.

"Joshua fit the battle of Jericho, Jericho, Jericho,

Joshua fit the battle of Jericho

and the walls came tumblin' down..."

Were you singing along? It's a catchy tune. One I'm sure my daughter will learn before too aweful long.

I had a few thoughts, as I read through this passage the other day. Hope you don't mind if I share them with you :)

I'm amazed at the Israelite nation, how they stepped out in faith and walked around a city for seven days! How strange that must have been. I wonder if some of them doubted the outcome of such a thing. They probably looked pretty silly marching around, without so much as a peep. Yet, they trusted in Joshua's leadership, and in the God they all served. For once, instead of grumbling, complaining, and rebelling, they followed orders and did as God asked.

I wonder why God picked seven days? Seven days does equal an entire week. Perhaps there's some sort of completion with that. Or perhaps an entire week of marching was truly a test of obediance for the people.

Either way, it would have been amazing to have been there on that seventh day, when the trumpets blasted, the people shouted, and the walls came tumbling down.

The credit for such a spectacular feat can only belong to God.

I can almost smell the smoke, hear the screams, imagine the chaos that ensued.

God had exacted His judgment, and showed His supremacy in an awesome way.

I have yet to see something that spectacular in my life. Or, at least I think so...

If I could go back in time, this may just be one of the days I would visit (along with Jesus' birth and resurrection). I would love to experience some of these miracles first hand. To see the waters parted, manna given to the people in the desert, the walls falling down, water being turned into wine, Jesus, rising from the dead. The Bible is full of amazing records. Things we can read from our very real past. Our heritage. Sometimes it's hard to remember that these things did, indeed, happen. They're more than just fictional stories to keep a child's attention. They were real moments in history, things we can learn and glean from.

And so, my prayer for today is that I would see such miracles, big and small, in my own life. That God would move any walls that need to be moved. That He would work in and through me each and every day. Who knows, perhaps a Jericho nearby will come tumbling to the ground.

What portion of Scripture would you like to go back and visit? What ways does God break down walls in your own life?

That First Step

Meg

  I don't always understand why things happen. In fact, I'm often baffled by God's plans. I can't see the full picture, what might or might not be down the road. But I can see what's in front of me right now. Often, all God asks of me is that first step. That first step into the unknown.

When the Israelites took that first step into the Jordan river, they didn't know what would happen. They must have wondered how they could ever possibly cross the swollen river. But they took the first step of obedience. And then something amazing happened. I know I mentioned this same portion of scripture last week. When the Israelites stepped into the Jordan, the waters parted. A pathway was cleared. The entire Israelite nation crossed on dry land. What a magnificent site that would have been! They obeyed, and God provided in an amazing way (See Joshua 3:15-17).

I dont' know what the future will hold for my family. So much depends on where the military will send us in future years, what types of jobs my husband and I will hold, and the kind of friends we'll have along the way. I don't know what other children may or may not be in our future. I know what I'd like. I know what I long for. But I truly have to wait for God to provide. Taking life a step at a time is truly difficult. I'm the kind of girl who can't help but skip to the end of a new book, I like to know what's going to happen! I don't like surprises. But, for now, I feel like God is asking me to simply take that first step, and then wait. Stand with my right foot in the Jordan, and watch for His hand to move. Whatever may be in our future, children, career and otherwise, I'm sure it's far more wonderful than I could even fathom. I trust that He will provide, in His own timing and way.


A Jordan Miracle

Meg

"When the people broke camp to cross the Jordan, the priests carried the ark of the covenant ahead of the people. Now the Jordan overflows its banks throughout the harvest season. But as soon as the priests carrying the ark reached the Jordan, their feet touched the water at its edge and the water flowing downstream stood still, rising up in a mass that extended as far as Adam, a city next to Zarethan. The water flowing downstream into the Sea of the Arabah (the Dead Sea) was completely cut off, and the people crossed opposite Jericho. The priests carrying the ark of the Lord’s covenant stood firmly on dry ground in the middle of the Jordan, while all Israel crossed on dry ground until the entire nation had finished crossing the Jordan" (Joshua 3:14-17, HCSB).

 

Last night in our devotions, my husband and I read about the Israelites crossing over the Jordan into the Promised Land. These people were a whole generation removed from those that left Egypt. They had not experienced the plagues upon Egypt or the parting of the Red Sea. I find it interesting that God once again performs a similar miracle here. He stops the waters, so that the people can cross on dry land. He creates a space for His people to move. It's as if He's reminding the He's in control, even as they enter a new land and a time of great battles. He provides. The Red Sea was a pictures of this. Daily manna in the desert was a picture of this, and now the parting of the Jordan is a reminder of this. What a sight that would have been, to see the water literally stopped. It surely would have been otherworldly. Yet, the people would soon forget this miracle, as they had in the past. Many of them would return to their wicked ways. They would chose to close their eyes to the miracles. But that wasn't from today's reading. Today just focused on the miracle itself. The parting of a river. The saving of a nation.

I have never had waters stopped for me. No huge miracle has ever played out. But, there are tiny miracles surrounding me each day. My health, my beautiful family, this safe place in which we life. Our protection from fires, tornados, and winter storms. They may not always be  evident, but they're real just the same. Perhaps the seemingly smallest miracles are just as big. Who knows what things God has protected me from in my almost 30 years. There may be some big things that I'm completely un-aware up, as I find shelter under His wings (see Psalm 61:4). Life here on earth truly is a miracle, something I'm thankful for everyday.

What miracles, big or small, have you witnessed? How have they changed you for the better? How have you seen God at work in your life?

Words

Meg

"Above all, be strong and very courageous to carefully observe the whole instruction My servant Moses commanded you. Do not turn from it to the right or the left, so that you will have success wherever you go. This book of instruction must not depart from your mouth; you are to recite it day and night so that you may carefully observe everything written in it. For then you will prosper and succeed in whatever you do. Haven’t I commanded you: be strong and courageous? Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” (Joshua 1:7-9, HCSB).

I love reading verses in context. There are often things I miss otherwise. Jewels of encouragement and direction, things I wouldn't always notice, if I hadn't happened upon the verses surrounding the famous one. Joshua 1:9 is a verse I've long had memorized. It's so encouraging to know that God goes with us wherever we go. It's a truth that resonates with me as a military spouse. As I read back through these verses this morning, it was verse 8 that struck me, though. In this verse, we're told to recite God's word day in night, keeping it ever by our side. "This book of instruction must not depart from your mouth," says the Lord. The words should forever be on our lips.

And that got me to thinking. Are God's words forever on my lips? I do my best, but there are moments when I'm completely carnel. Moments when I mutter under my breath, criticizing this person or that, gossiping with friends, for the sake of talking, bickering with those around me. In these moments, God's word really aren't on my lips. No, my words are. Who knows what type of day that person I'm criticizing is having. It doesn't justifying the words spoken. No, words are a dangerous thing, as the book of James tells us. Words can spark fires (see James 3).

Oh how I long for my words to be God's words. To speak only love, grace, and forgiveness. To be so intertwined with my Savior that good, not evil, comes from my lips. I guess it's a daily process. A daily releasing of my own ways, and focusing on His instead. A daily focus on the word of God, so that good things are coming into my brain and out of my mouth. I truly think it makes a difference when we focus on good things, don't you?

What verses do you focus on, to start your day off on the right foot? How do you mointor what's coming out of your mouth?