Mothers for Prodigals

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Called, Disciplined, Anointed, Loved......Remember

I am called to write for the Lord. He chose me to give His Word to mothers living with the pain of separation from their children who make poor choices. He urged me to enlist mothers to pray for prodigals, our own and those all over the world. He asked me to write two books (even gave me the titles) and share personal pain and gain through them.

I was delighted. How awesome to be called of God, to have a purpose in this life. I studied writing, practiced writing, and joined a writer’s group. Nothing could stop me from serving Him, or so I thought. 

Now I remind me and you—God’s plans are everlasting and He is faithful to accomplish them (Isaiah 25:1, Philippians 1:6). He will get them done, if not through us, then someone else. It’s our choice whether to serve Him when He calls. 

So wouldn’t you think if God called me and assigned me a task, I’d choose to obey and serve Him? I mean, after all, to have a boss like God is awesome, right? Even if I allowed distractions to stop my task or I failed to accomplish any of it, I knew He’d forgive me if I repented. I think that became my problem—having a boss like God allowed me to take advantage of His goodness. 

And I was doing good, right God? I really wasn’t doing anything wrong, right God? I regularly rise early every morning to spend quiet time with You. I regularly post weekly blog messages of encouragement. I regularly meet and pray with my “mothers for prodigals” group. I’m doing everything right, right God?

“No,” He said, loud and clear last weekend at the writer’s conference I attended. “You are not working on the books I called you to write.” With loving yet firm reminders, He reiterated my call through three speakers, several friends, and Scripture. He called me to write for Him and last weekend He “called me out” for disobeying Him. 

My disobedience to God came from allowing distractions and others things to pull me away from writing the books. I’ve worked on each book, written a planned objective, and even finished a chapter or two. But it’s such a daunting task that I’ve managed to find ways to avoid working on God’s assignment for two years. I didn’t realize how much my failure to finish the job had disappointed Him until last weekend. 

When the conference began, I heard God’s affirming call to me. Through the first speaker, I remembered the Scripture God spoke to me two years ago. The words come from Habakkuk, saying, “Then the Lord answered me and said, ‘Record the vision and inscribe it on tablets, that the one who reads it may run’” (2:3). WOW!

The next speaker then relayed God’s message, and I quote, “to someone who needs to hear it”, from the fourth chapter of Esther. I knew God was speaking to me through her—I had just read and studied the fourth chapter of Esther a few days before coming to the conference (she didn’t know what I had read). This speaker later drew a heart on the board, wrote Esther in the middle, and added the word Nehemiah. The message didn’t mean anything to anyone but me. One of the two books God called me to write uses the book of Nehemiah. She edited some of my work two years prior and remembered what I was attempting to write. In private she said to me, “If you had been writing a page a day, you would have over seven hundred pages written by now.” OUCH!

The discipline continued for two days in many ways. When I found the time to reread the words in Esther, God’s words began to haunt me. Esther’s uncle told her that if she chose to disobey God’s call to save her people, then He would find another deliverer who would obey Him. I began to wonder if He had a back-up writer for me. I realized if I continued to allow distractions to stop the work of writing God’s books, He might call someone else to write them. OUCH—my heart grieved!
“They’re my stories, God, and I’m supposed to write them,” I said, quietly. 

“Then write them,” said my Abba Father (Daddy God).

The realization of my failure hit me hard, but I left the conference on Saturday feeling energized. I realized God disciplined me because He loves me. The conference and those God used to speak to me confirmed His call. His repeated reminders were given to ensure my hearing. I heard.

The next morning at church God continued to proclaim His disciplined love to me. Through prayer, praise songs, pictures, and the pastor’s message, He reminded me of the importance of His call for me and others. The pastor told the congregation that believers in Christ are anointed with the Holy Spirit, filled with Him to fulfill His task of spreading the good news of the gospel of Jesus Christ. 

Our pastor then read from Scripture saying, “Now it is God who makes both us and you stand firm in Christ. He anointed us, set his seal of ownership on us, and put his Spirit in our hearts as a deposit, guaranteeing what is to come.” 2 Corinthians 1:21-22 (NIV) WOW—good news!

Anointed? As a believer, I’m anointed and the Holy Spirit reminds me of the call to spread the good news. My obedience to Him should follow. After the sermon, our pastor offered believers a chance to be renewed and anointed with oil in Christ. I practically ran to one of the pastors to have the sign of the cross written across my forehead. Thank you, Jesus! Fill me up, Holy Spirit, because I’m ready to fulfill your mission of serving others in need. 

This task to which God’s called me is challenging to say the least, and if I let myself, I fear the job as well as the responsibility. But God called me to it and I KNOW, without doubt, He will see me through it. To You be the glory, Lord!

Have you ever avoided working on a God-assigned mission? When I realized my guilt of omission, and that God might use someone else to fulfill the mission He planned for me, my heart was wounded. I had disappointed my Savior, the One who loved me so much that He died for me, the One who loved me enough to discipline me. If you have neglected to use your gifts for God, run to your Heavenly Father, ask for forgiveness, receive His mercy, accept His call on your life, and see it to completion. He’ll be there by your side through it all. I know because He told me so! 

He called me, loved me enough to discipline me, filled me with His Holy Spirit, and anointed me. Now He tells me to go into the world with remembrances of His message of good news in Christ Jesus. As I pray for you all, I ask your prayers for me as I work with God on His task to minister to hurting people. I ask that you hold me accountable to our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ to remember His calling on my life!!!

Allow the Word of God to bless you as you read below about God, our Loving Disciplinarian:  
In your struggle against sin, you have not yet resisted to the point of shedding your blood. And have you completely forgotten this word of encouragement that addresses you as a father addresses his son? It says,
“My son, do not make light of the Lord’s discipline,
    and do not lose heart when he rebukes you,
because the Lord disciplines the one he loves,
    and he chastens everyone he accepts as his son.”

Endure hardship as discipline; God is treating you as his children. For what children are not disciplined by their father? If you are not disciplined—and everyone undergoes discipline—then you are not legitimate, not true sons and daughters at all. Moreover, we have all had human fathers who disciplined us and we respected them for it. How much more should we submit to the Father of spirits and live! They disciplined us for a little while as they thought best; but God disciplines us for our good, in order that we may share in his holiness. No discipline seems pleasant at the time, but painful. Later on, however, it produces a harvest of righteousness and peace for those who have been trained by it.

Therefore, strengthen your feeble arms and weak knees. “Make level paths for your feet,” so that the lame may not be disabled, but rather healed. Hebrews 12:4-13 (NIV)  


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