Leb Blog

Sometimes life feels like we are on the last thread of hope and soon we will be left alone. The whispers say that God has abandoned us and no longer will he help us. Our own eyes deceive us as we look for aid. They are marked with sorrow and dark circles are imprinted as evidence. Sleep eludes us. The troubles of this world have overshadowed the truth of God. The world shouts, “hang on!” We want to believe them but as we look around the difficulties of life pile on. What are we hanging on to? Are we linked with the confidence that the world speaks off? Is the foundation we stand on built by man? Have we succumbed to their ways? Have we shouted like in the days of old, “We want a king over us. Then we will be like all the other nations, with a king to lead us and to go out before us and fight our battles.” (1 Samuel 8:19b-20) Have we rebelled against God and then watch the effects of our choices all around us? Come back! Cry out like David, “Cleanse me with hyssop, and I wi

“Take heart, son; your sins are forgiven.” (Matthew 9:2b) We’ve heard this testimony often. The courage of the paralyzed man’s friends. The interruption as Jesus was speaking. The mess created in the house as the ceiling is torn open and the teachers of the law are saying that Jesus is a blasphemer. What about the paralyzed man himself? Why did he not speak? The Scriptures does not record him saying a word to the Lord. Why? Was he afraid to speak? Was he confident that the Lord would have mercy on him? What went through his mind when Jesus said, “Take heart, son; your sins are forgiven.”? Do you think that for a moment he wondered, “I came here to be healed not forgiven?” Did he recognize the sin in his own life? The Word does not elaborate on all that transpired. It does not illuminate the condition of this desperate soul. When the Lord calls we know that we have encountered something inexpressible. Often the wrestling for us is with our sin. We encounter Jesus

I got up early this morning waiting for some workers to fix by roof.  Well they did not come today, they are scheduled for next week. I've been on the phone with my insurance company sorting our some details that needed to be corrected.  As I was getting ready to pay some bills, the Lord reminded me that I had not yet opened His Word this morning.  So, here I am with his Book opened. I'm reading through Psalm 103. I enjoy writing in my Bible.  I note dates where the Word of God was specific for something I was going through.  I jot down different word translations and also praise language that reflect my heart of gratitude toward my Maker. Today, in the margin of Psalm 103 it read June 2010.  I said, "wow, has it been that long since I made that note?"  I began to fan the pages of this Bible and I read that I gifted this Bible to myself in 2008.  That's 10 years ago, one decade!  Time passes by quickly. One of the reasons I like writing in my Bible is