Beware of posing as a profound person. God became a baby.
My Bondservant
Day Three: “We are your bondservants for Jesus sake.” 2 Corinthians 4:5
My response: “Father, you have got to be kidding. If you don’t mind I will pass on this one. I’m tired of being a servant. Do you remember I taught school for 32 years? I’ve been a preacher’s wife for 47 years, a mother for 42 and a grandmother for 13 years. Not that I’m complaining; I’m just tired. Could I possible be something else?”
His reply: “My child, you don’t get it. It’s not hard if you follow my Son’s example. As my bondservant, I want you to identify yourself with my interest in others. That includes the people you like and the ones you are not crazy about. Remember, also, there is no such thing as a prominent, successful service compared to a obscure service…it’s all the same to Me. What counts is if you allowed yourself to be connected to me and my interests in those around you.”
My response: “Father, now I get it! Somewhere I read, ‘Beware of posing as a profound person…God became a baby.’ Forgive me for wondering what people think of me as I take this ridiculous profound pose. Help me to be ‘one’ in mind and motives and movement with you as I embrace the role of being a bondservant.”
Your response:
Climb up into My presence and be My watchman.
Be A Watchman
Day Four: “I have set a watchman on your wall O Jerusalem; they will never hold their peace day and night. You who make mention of the Lord, do not keep silent; give him no rest until he makes Jerusalem a praise in the earth.” Isaiah 65:6,7
My response: “You have to be kidding! If I understand this correctly, as a watchman I must get up on a wall. I don’t like heights. The only person who is more afraid of heights than I am is my son. Together, we don’t do a whole lot of climbing. Could I do this without the wall?”
His reply: “My child, you don’t get it do you? A watchman is a prayer warrior who has no time to be a critic, no time to be afraid. He is not sent to do battle for me, but to be used by me in my battles. I want you to give me no rest concerning your family, your nation, my church, my lost children, and those whom I bring into your circle of circumstances until they become a praise in the earth to me.”
My response: “Father, now I get it! As this prayer warrior, I am to give you no rest over the ones I must pray for. I bring their crushing weight to you again and again until you patiently and gradually lift us out of the mess of the mire to become a praise offering to you. May those who read or hear this not leave wanting to know Billie Buckley better. But may they leave wanting to know Billie Buckley’s God better. Accept this as my praise offering to you.”
