Father of ALL Lights

“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom can be no variation, neither shadow that is cast by turning.” James 1:17 American Standard version of the Bible

Some theologians think the term Father of lights refers only to heavenly lights such as the sun, moon and stars. The Amplified version of the Bible says “Father of all (that gives) light. This interested me as I began considering some tiny natural twinkle lights. Read on.


Today the first month of summer quickly rolls to a close. I feel compelled to mention one of my favorite light givers. Pennsylvanians experience a magical phenomena shared by many other areas of our world. Across meadows and yards, in cornfields and forests the sun fades slowly and darkness begins to cover the landscapes. Enchanting teeny lights flash and flicker all around us like nature’s personal celebration of summer. In these parts we call them Lightning Bugs or Fireflies. In Jamaica they’re called Blinkies. Other names include: Moon Bugs, Golden Sparklers, Fire Devils and  in Japan, Hotaru.

Synchronous fireflies of Smoky Mountains actually have a tourist season
Synchronous fireflies of Smoky Mountains actually have a tourist season

Glimpsing Lightning Bugs the first time each June is a delight catching me off guard almost every year. Not only do they announce the arrival of summer but they remind me to slow down life’s pace. Watching firefly activity on warm summer evenings stirs carefree memories of childhood and deeper ponderings on the detailed creativity of our God. I am sure we all have fond memories of these delicate creatures. Consider a few facts about them:

  • They are beetles not flies
  • They are nocturnal, duh:)
  • Found on almost every continent
  • Some species do not light up
  • They flirt and communicate with each other using various flashing patterns
  • They come in different light up colors: yellow, light red, green, bluish green and orange
  • Some are aquatic and begin their lives in the water
  • Some species lay eggs that glow
  • Part of their survival is that they taste disgusting to predators
  • Light produced by the firefly is the most efficient light ever made, almost 100% of the energy in their chemical reaction is emitted as cool light.
  • Some species are cannabalistic:(
  • Firefly chemicals have been studied for medical and scientific purposes to fight disease and to be utilized in spacecraft.
  • They are becoming endangered due to pesticides, fertilizers and light pollution

Wait! Light pollution? Have you ever heard of too much light? Fireflies once had uninterrupted forests and fields to live in and mate but now development and increased use of exterior lights threatens their survival. Who knew? How can we help these tiny light bearers God created?25964344_5600d48893_o

Simply turn off exterior lights if you don’t need them, porch lights, garden lights, deck lights etc. I am not an environmental activist by any means but I also want to take care of the world our Father gave us. This is one minuscule way to help a small creature we may take for granted. I believe no matter what you call them, we all have fond memories of these tiny living lights. And I happen to believe they hold a special place in God’s heart too.


See Genesis 1:26-28 and later in chapter 2:15 “And the Lord took the man and put him in the Garden of Eden to tend and guard and keep it.” Amplified Bible

Care for His creation where you can and enjoy all the sights, sounds and smells of summer. Bask in His loving gifts. . .

Shine on,
karan k

Fences or Coffins?

“Be happy with those who are happy, and weep with those who weep.”  Romans 12:15 New Living Translation


Can you genuinely do that? Takes a lot of strength. Here in the States June is the traditional month for brides to walk the aisle. Imagine this scenario; You’re invited to the wedding of two beautiful young people. Perhaps they’re coworkers, a trusted friend or a distant family member getting married. Are you thrilled? Depressed? Cynical? OR jealous?

I love weddings and have attended many over the years in various capacities. Maid or matron of honor, guest registrar, serving as minister of prayer and/or scripture reading etc., Each a unique experience that required strength to perform properly. And most I attended solo.


If you are alone it can be a challenge to RSVP with joy. Sometimes it’s easier to decline and avoid the pain altogether. I can tell you easy is not better. . .  One of my absolute favorite quotes on love is as follows and it has been such a great reminder of reality whenever I’ve been tempted to default to fear based thinking:

“There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give it to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it up carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries: avoid all entanglements: lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, — safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.”
C.S. Lewis


Let that sink in. Have you built walls of protection to keep love out? To keep from hurting? Do you ever truly let anyone get close to you or know you? Shallow relationships are restricted and limited but they SEEM safe. Short term safe maybe but a big maybe. Long-term safety is a deceptive illusion causing suffocation in your own prison slash coffin. Worst of all, you choose and build your own cell/casket each time you let fear drive your decisions. Honestly, can you realistically FLURISH in a coffin?
Ever have an MRI? Not much wiggle room in the tube but it affords more than a coffin.

There’s a lot of talk about becoming strong men and women. Society applauds such strength. How do we recognize true strength? It’s more than physical strength. It’s strength in body, soul and spirit.

All of us need a healthy set of physical and emotional boundaries for our personal protection. (We’ll explore Boundaries more thoroughly in future posts). But for our topic today, think of boundaries like split rail fences we construct for our safety. They protect us from wandering into dangerous areas and keep outside danger at a distance. We can see beyond them for an accurate view of our surroundings and we can move our fences  at any time according to our needs. We have freedom to run, walk, play, learn and love in safety. Not true of a coffin. Coffins allow little room for anything.
True strength is power under control. It means curbing our natural desires to rebel, fight, have our own way. True strength accepts our personal limitations, allows healing for damaged emotions and growth in our gifts and character.

This kind of strength requires being proactive and sharing your heart with Jesus daily so HE can transform you into the ultimate you; Strong, courageous, caring and FREE. Unafraid of life’s pains because HE is always waiting to soothe you and meet your needs. Too hard you say? What’s the alternative? Either live in the freedom of the fence you create from healthy boundaries or the restrictions you build in your walled coffin?


As always the choice is yours. Choose to follow your fears or choose to allow the LORD of LOVE to help and heal your past pains that have fueled your fears.


It’s a process but worth every effort you exert.  Your walls can begin to crumble, the coffin can eventually disintegrate. You can emerge a free soul. Just one decision at a time. Asking Jesus to join you on this journey is the necessary decision to begin the process.  Have you asked Him to come into your heart yet?   If not, why not? If so, make the next choice. Ask Him to help you live in freedom. Free to risk finding true love and passion in all your relationships. Free to be happy for the joy of others and be strong to weep with those suffering. Why wait when you can be free to FLURISH?

Shine on…

karan k

Ode to Esther



Today on TALES FROM THE BOOTH I want to share about how extremely delightful it is to see a familiar face during regular work days. As with any public service position being out in the booth affords a daily opportunity to see almost anyone. I love that part of my job because it is the excitement of the unexpected. Never know who will pull up to my booth. Unfortunately, on busy weekends, there’s barely enough time to look up and take notice of each individual (although I endeavor to do so all the same). Today, however, is a slow Tuesday;
A Volkswagon Cabriolet pulls up to my booth. The driver looks familiar. My mind scans my memory banks with racing thoughts. “I think I know him. Is that him? Should I take a chance and ask him?'” These questions zoom through my head as I automatically collect his toll. I choose to follow my default perspective of LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO MISS A CHANCE FOR A MEANINGFUL OPPORTUNITY. What have I got to lose?
So I ask him if he is from the area? Affirmative. I ask if he plays the organ? Now he looks at me curiously because he indeed plays the organ.
“Did you ever play for such and such a church,” I ask?
“I still do,” he responds.
Hard to believe I recognize this man after almost 40 years. He aged well, only slightly altering his hairstyle. I’m sure he won’t know who I am from Eve but when I give my name he remembers my family. I attended the church where he was the organist when I was young. We recall a few shared memories of church functions. Turns out his mother, Esther was a huge influence on both of our lives and we enjoy reminiscing about her. His short stop at my booth floods my mind with precious memories that were long laying dormant.

I remember Esther as a jolly woman who loved to laugh and have good clean fun. Her hair intrigued my young girl mind. Wearing it swept off her face in tight braids encircling the crown of her head, it was a peculiar style . She had rosy cheeks and a kind word for those she met. I daresay she never missed church. Her spot on the last wooden pew of the middle section was filled for every service especially Wednesday night prayer meeting. She prayed aloud kneeling by her seat. I liked sitting nearby and observing her. A large bulge protruded from her neck that aroused my curiosity. It looked like it may hurt but I never heard her complain about it. Mother told me it was a goiter. It could account for the raspiness I remember in her voice. A big black Bible rested next to her on the pew. It was tattered and torn and looked ready for replacement. But Esther cherished it.

Looking back, my admiration for this dear woman of GOD was stronger than I realized until now. As a little girl, I remember taking my Bible and innocently ripping the cover and deliberately crinkling the pages. (I think I may have earned a spanking afterwards? Parents never asked why I did it). I wanted my Bible to look like Esther’s. I wanted it to be worn and to be a treasure. I wanted people to think I was close to GOD when they saw it. I wanted to be like Esther. I’m sure she would have found this to be humorous if I had ever gotten to tell her but she died before I was old enough to understand that her Bible was worn from all the time she spent reading it, studying it, praying through it and the many tears dropping on it. Her journey with her God was represented in that old Bible.


These thoughts of Esther and the impressions she left with me are so precious. I am grateful her son took the time to visit and share his memories. I must confess my desire to be like her lingers. I want to point people to Jesus like she did and be remembered fondly. Her son told me that rarely a day goes by that he doesn’t think about her. Wouldn’t we all like to be a pleasant memory in the hearts and minds of those who follow after us?
“And you should imitate me {Apostle Paul speaking}, just as I imitate Christ.”
I Cornithians 11:1 New Living Translation
“Dear brothers and sisters, pattern your lives after mine {Apostle Paul speaking}, and learn from those who follow our example.” Philippians 3:17 New Living Translation

Esther followed Christ and Paul’s example. I respected and admired her. Will anyone say that about us after we are gone? Something to reflect on while we continue our journey toward FLURISHING.

Shine on!
karan k

Happy Father’s Day: Better Late than Never

Exodus 20:12
“Since we respected our earthly fathers who disciplined us. . . ” Hebrews 12:9a New Living translation
What is or was your father like? Do you look forward to this day or dread it?
I regret to say I had no respect for my father. Hatred and resentment maybe but not respect. He was an uneducated man, who had no time for me. He rarely spoke to me. Any verbal usage on his part took the form of yelling because I didn’t meet his unspoken expectations. Nothing I did ever seemed right for him. As a result my father and I were not close. He always said I was contrary. Perhaps we just misunderstood one another? Things certainly were not ideal between us. Inspite of that I sought his approval for many years, thirsting for a drop of affirmation on my existence. The thirst remained unquenched.
Time passed and I moved out on my own as a young adult. After three years, my parents asked if I would move back home to help out with running the house. For the first time they needed me and I held the reins of control. What would I do?
Open father wounds still throbbing, I decided by the grace of God to move back and help. It proved a providential decision on at least two fronts.
The first front took me totally by surprise; father began to soften. He initiated some conversation with me. Awkward chit chat about food I cooked, but I was grateful for his attempt. Eventually chit chat evolved into brief exchanges of feelings. My heart soared each time we connected even for transient moments. We were actually building a relationship. And then it all came to a halt.
My father died suddenly of a heart attack and there would be no more talking or anything. I was 24 and he was 59 when we had our last conversation in the city hospital.
I left work in mid-shift to see him when I heard of the heart attack. He told me he felt like he could finally rest and that I should go back to work and not worry. He looked stable and peaceful so I obeyed. He died just a few hours later. HIs death was the second front that also took me by surprise.
Only our heavenly Father knew what was around the corner when my parents asked me to move in just two years prior. Had I said “No” to their request I would have missed precious opportunities to connect with my Dad. I am forever grateful that I forgave instead of clutching onto spite. Being at home again, I filled the round-the-clock emotional support role for my mother to manage the loss. My gracious Father knew all about it and it was a growing time for Mom and I. I didn’t worry about Dad because I knew he had given his heart to the Lord so he was in Heaven and no longer suffering.
My personal healing continued after his death. I endeavored to understand the man he was and why he acted as he did while I was young:
He came from a family of 13 children and was born a few years before The Great Depression. Hired out to work on a farm by age 12, caused his lack of education. He needed to earn money to help out at home prior to WW II. Being in a large family and away from home working  he didn’t receive much love and attention. So he couldn’t give me what he didn’t have. He did the best he could. In understanding his background came healing for me. These realizations unlocked my ability to FLURISH. The wall of resentment fell apart and I began to focus on the positive attributes of his fatherhood rather than the negatives:

Dad was a Korean Conflict veteran
Dad was a Korean Conflict veteran

He was a hard worker: an example of diligence.
He consistently provided for our family: an example of self sacrifice.
He budgeted successfully: an example of prudence.
He never came home drunk: an example of self-control.
He never cheated on my my mother: an example of faithfulness.
And, after he invited Jesus into his heart he attended church regularly. Someday I know I will see him again in Heaven to pick up where we left off. I look forward to it and have no regrets.

One of the last photos ever taken of us
One of the last photos ever taken of us

My prayer is that you have wonderful memories of your father and are able to enjoy them or him in person if he is still living. If not, allow the Lord to help you see his positive traits and/or influence on your life. Time is precious, honor him while you can and FLURISH.
“Regard (treat with honor, due obedience, and courtesy) your father and mother that your days may be long in the land the Lord your God gives you.” Exodus 20:12 Amplified Bible
Happy Father’s Day. . .
Shine on!
karan k

To Coin a Phrase


Must Just Trust
“Must Just Trust” is an original phrase I repeat to myself often. I like it and need it so much that I asked a budding artist to draw it skillfully and frame it. I’ve had it hanging in my home for the last 13 years. It’s one of my treasured possessions because it has reminded me so many times to simply trust the GOD who loves me when I am anxious, afraid, confused or discouraged.
“MUST JUST TRUST” is based on Proverbs 3:5&6 “Trust in the LORD with ALL your heart; do not depend on your own understanding. Seek His will in all you do, and HE will show you which path to take.” New Living translation
Our world can be a dark and dangerous place as we have witnessed once again more senseless tragedies. Our hearts can so easily be worn down by the heartbreak, the fear and anxiety of the uncertain days ahead. We need stability and safety. A secure place to deposit our trust. As children of GOD we have a safe haven and we need to rest in it. We need to realize it is our only true source of comfort at times. Money can buy us a bit of safety and human protection is limited.
Read Psalm 91, focussing particularly on the first two verses. The truths in this Psalm will only be reaped by those who follow GOD with ALL their hearts… they follow closely, not afar off. They may fall but ALWAYS get back up and run to HIM.
“Those who live in the shelter of the Most High will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty. This I declare about the LORD: HE alone is my refuge, my fortress (my place of safety); He is my God and I trust in Him.” New Living translation
Refuge is defined as a condition of being safe or sheltered from pursuit, danger or trouble.
Fortress is defined as a heavily protected and impenetrable building.


When we feel chased by ugly things or nasty people, we need to remember who is our refuge and fortress. Relax in HIS presence and envision His care like the Great GOD HE is, protecting HIS precious child. He longs to take care of you but you must keep HIM and HIM alone first in your life. When you get distracted, come back to HIM. When you make a sinful choice, come back to HIM. When you drift away from HIM, come back to HIM. Keep coming back no matter what because HE alone has the power to completely have your back.

In the Narnia Chronicles movies, watch how the character Lucy sees Aslan the Great Lion, who represents Jesus, when no one else does. Her belief in Him is so strong that she actively looks for Him and He always shows up for her when she needs him most. These scenes literally give me chills because I can identify with what Lucy is experiencing. I have learned to experience His awesome presence and so can you! Comes down to three simple words; MUST JUST TRUST. . .
For instance, I wouldn’t say I’m a perfectionist but I am highly conscientious. As I write I am behind on several assignments. I am overwhelmed and feeling out of sorts. I cannot meet all the expectations from the people around me. Anxiety overload, a beast I have battled throughout my life is chasing me through my day. I cannot allow it to destroy me. I cannot allow it to take over my mind. FLURISHING through these times means realizing it is up to me how long I wish to struggle. Peace comes when I refocus on my Savior. Rest occurs when I come back to HIM. Protection and safety are restored when I trust Him.
How are you handling the chaos in the world? In your life? Come back close to the One who can shield and protect you. The One who offers peace beyond all understanding. There are hard days ahead for all of us but HE promises to be our personal refuge and fortress. Must Just Trust. . . to FLURISH.


Struggling with trusting GOD?

  • Ponder Psalm 91 in its entirety.
  • Check out other passages in your Bible concordance (if it has one) on God’s faithfulness. Or you can even google it.
  • Do a trust walk: Grab a friend you trust implicitly.  Close your eyes. Allow your friend to lead you by the hand for five minutes, giving you verbal instructions to maneuver steps, obstacles etc.
  •  Begin to experience trusting when you can’t see what’s ahead.

Remember, Must Just Trust to FLURISH.

Shine on. . .

karan k

Just an Old Fashioned Love Song


Or Noisy Shower Song?
How many of you enjoy singing, not professionally, but in your daily life? In the shower? In the car? It’s a simple joy somewhat lost to our modern society. So many distractions, so much on our to do lists. Who has time for singing except those who make their living by it? I want you to consider some physical and emotional benefits of singing:

  •  Singing can reduce anger, depression and anxiety.
  •  It boosts our immune system.
  •  Singing opens sinuses and respiratory tubes.
  • Mental alertness improves.
  •  It tones our facial muscles.
  • Singing improves our aerobic capacity and decreases muscle tension.
  • It can improve our sleep.
  • *Singing exercises our lungs. It tones our intercostal muscles and diaphragm.
  • Singing enhances mood, giving a feeling of well being.
  •  It increases self esteem and confidence.
  •  It increases creativity.
  •  It evokes emotions.
  • Singing can be energizing.

These are just a few benefits. With all these positive advantages, why do we sing so infrequently? It costs nothing on our part, just some effort. Is it because our moods do not warrant singing? Sometimes we need to push through thick negative feelings and force out some singing. “I will sing to the LORD for HE is good to me.” Psalm 13:6 New Living translation

Moods can be affected greatly by singing.
When I was barely a teenager, a Sunday School teacher formed a small ensemble of 9 girls to sing during the Easter celebration at church. We ranged in age from 11-14. I was thrilled to be part of this group. I took my assigned place in the back row due to my height, or so I thought. Seems suspect now.
During our first rehearsal, the teacher stopped us  after one stanza of our song and spoke to me in front of the group. She said I should simply  mouth it from now on. Needless to say, I embraced a detrimental complex from that moment on about singing. I felt terribly insecure about my voice. I stopped singing altogether for many years. I felt no one wanted to hear my horrible voice. My spirit was injured.
In adulthood a close friend showed me some verses that I took to heart. Psalm 98:4 “Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all the earth: make a loud noise, and rejoice, and sing praise.” And Psalm 100:1 “Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands.” King James version
This helped me believe GOD loved hearing my voice even if it was a noise to others. I knew He created me and my voice. I figured He must want to hear it or He would not have created it. So I began to sing joyfully and boldly for my King. Lighter, lovelier moods have danced in my heart ever since. Read Psalm 95:1&2 in various versions
How long has it been since you sang your heart out?  Has someone or some experience injured your spirit? Don’t let it rob you of the joy HE has for you. Singing is healthy  so go ahead and sing at the top of your lungs. Your Lord wants to hear your voice and bless your soul simultaneously. FLURISHING will follow.
Shine on. . . and sing. . .6729843_e9a9cbed20_o
karan k

TALES FROM THE BOOTH: Running with the Crowd?

Come into my world...
Come into my world…

Today in TALES FROM THE TOLL BOOTH I would like to tell you about a young man I encountered earlier today. He was driving a small rental car and did not grasp the idea that he was on anything more than a regular highway. He didn’t have a ticket and he didn’t have an EZ Pass transponder. You know what that means if you read my very first installment of Tales From the Toll Booth. For any first time readers, let me fill you in.

I work on a private toll road that runs currently by a ticket system which requires a paper ticket gotten at entry to prove your starting point. It also uses the EZ Pass system which involves purchasing an electronic tracking device installed in your vehicle for direct withdrawal payments for tolls. (There’s also the expanding AET system already in effect in limited locations in addition to the two systems I have just mentioned. Three systems on one road? Can you say CONFUSING? I feel sorry for our customers).
This particular customer had neither of the requirements to be on the road legally, soooooo, policy mandates charging from the furtherest point in these situations. I had the unpleasant task of informing this young man that he now owed an exorbitant amount for his toll. He was NOT happy. Out of curiosity I asked him why he didn’t grab a ticket. This was his response:
“I’m not gonna stop when all the other cars are flying through without stopping. It’s a highway. Everyone in front of me went straight through the lanes. No one else stopped to get a ticket.”
Odd as it may seem to you, this is not an uncommon response. He grudgingly paid his fare of $31.60 and peeled out of the lane, impressing no one except himself.
All afternoon I thought about this young man. If only he had paid attention to the signs posted. If only he had thought for himself he could have saved a wad of money.  But he was caught up in the lemming effect of pop culture. Simply following the person or car in front of you without careful thought about your journey or destination. Lemmings migrate together but do not commit mass suicide as believed in the past. An individual lemming can change paths if it senses danger. Unfortunately for lemmings, most of them seem to trust the crowd.



“Don’t look for shortcuts to God. The market is flooded with surefire, easygoing formulas for a successful life that can be practiced in your spare time. Don’t fall for that stuff, even though crowds of people do. The way to life—to God!—is vigorous and requires total attention.” The Message Bible


This is the softest version of this verse. Compare it with some other translations (always a good practice) and come to your own conclusions. Think for yourself. Don’t rest in what could be Crowd Mentality because it may be a dangerous false security that will gravely affect your future and eternity.


FLURISHING requires proactivity and diligence. How does that look in your life?

Shine on. . .

karan k

The Great Race


“And don’t let anyone put you down because you’re young. Teach believers with your life; by word, by demeanor, by love, by faith, by integrity.” I Timothy 4:12
The Message Bible
Young in age? Young in faith? Young in attitude? Young in maturity? At least one should fit all of us. Perhaps more than one? Read on. . .
Imagine this scenario: You’re walking into a conference or seminar auditorium in your most sophisticated suit. You feel you look your best. Neat, tailored and seeking an adventure in learning. You seat yourself somewhere in the mid-section since you are eager to learn but you do not want to draw attention to yourself. The room begins to fill and suddenly you are surrounded by other believers with a similar desire to learn. You smile and make some limited but uncomfortable contact here and there hoping the speaker begins asap!
Whew! The lecture begins and it’s marvelous. You take some notes and fully enjoy yourself. Then an announcement echoes across the PA system. You are instructed to split up into smaller groups to do a series of discussion sessions. A lump forms in your throat but you decide to shrug off your anxiety and smile confidently for your peers.
Assigned to a group of four others, you already feel like the odd man out. You fumble with your stuff as everyone situates into a small circle. Discussion time begins and someone takes the lead with authority and assertiveness. The two other individuals fall in line with the lead person and you just sit there, immobilized. Their knowledge and use of scripture is on point at every turn. Are they each in full time ministry, you wonder? Their spoken exchange is incredibly insightful and you are either mesmerized by their conversation or you have absolutely no idea what they are talking about.
One thing is certain. You FEEL out of your league, intimidated and/or defeated. What just happened? Can you relate?
I have experienced skads of situations just like the one I described. At first my spirit and conjured poise shrank like a slug doused with salt. All that I previously believed about my life with Jesus, now seemed inferior, inadequate, less than. In HIS loving way the precious Spirit of GOD Himself spoke swiftly into my heart. . .
No Karan my child, you are NOT inferior in the least. You are running in the Great Race. Each of My children through the ages are in this same great race and I AM waiting at the finish line. But this race is not a sprint, nor is it a marathon but a relay. As in a relay, each of you begins at a different point and then hand off the baton to someone else when your leg of the race is completed.
The stretch you are running today is merely one the others you met today have not yet encountered. Things you have already learned in your relationship with Me, they have yet to learn and vice versa. Each of you have your own custom course that I have designed specifically for you and only you. There is no room for envy, jealousy, comparison or self- deprecation among My children. You are a team working together throughout the ages to shine among the nations as you cross the finish line in glory. Look to ME and just run where I have placed you, my precious child.
“This is the only race worth running. I’ve run hard right to the finish, believed all the way. All that’s left now is the shouting—- God’s applause!” The Apostle Paul’s words in a letter to Timothy in II Timothy 4:7&8 The Message Bible
Every now and then I am tempted to struggle with that same inferior feeling or unconsciously compare myself with fellow teammates. When I come to my senses by His gentle reminders I recall my Father’s precious words spoken directly into my heart. I CHOOSE to believe HIM instead of my wavering feelings. HIS divine truth echoes in my mind; ” . . . let us strip off every weight (like entertaining deceptive feelings of inferiority) that slows us down, especially the sin (like my fear and/or pride) that so easily trips us up. And let us run with endurance the race GOD has set before us. We do this by keeping our eyes on Jesus. . . ” Hebrews 12:1b-2a New Living translation Bible
So I prepare myself mentally to take my place, physically adjust my speed and spiritually depend on HIM to empower my running. FLURISHING as I spring forward for the TEAM and so can you!!!
Shine On!
karan k