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I’ve moved my blog to a new domain … http://www.brokenyethopeful.com.

As a follower of montywaldron.wordpress.com, I’d love to stay connected with you at my new site.

Similar to the writing I did here in response to the psalms, I’m planning to continue writing what I hope are relatable responses to God’s word along with the ebb and flow of life. By the way,

I recently put my first 50 thought journals (inspired by Psalms 1-50) into print. The new book is called Say So! You can check it out at http://www.amazon.com/Say-So-Monty-F-Waldron/dp/1498415970/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1418269435&sr=8-1&keywords=say+so+Waldron. It is a one-year interactive devotional with 50 psalms, 50 thought journals, and space for you to write a response of your own. I hope it will help you cultivate a deeper intimacy with your Heavenly Father than you’ve ever had before.

I’m so grateful for you following this blog and hope you jump with me to the new locale. If there’s anything you’d like to see me write about – topics, passages, etc. – please let me know (email is montyw@fbcrc.org).

Hope you have a great holiday season with family and friends! Grace upon grace,

Monty

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Psalm 81: Listen

Biblical guardrails, warning labels, flashing yellow lights, caution signs, alarms, boundaries, harbors, sanctuaries abound … all for our safety, our longevity, our vitality, ensuring our arrival at a future worth having.

Stubborn hearts fail to listen, fail to heed and fail to follow; propelled by the quest for independence and cavalier about its consequences. How tragic when good will falls on deaf ears.

Divine governors regulate our “top end,” alert us to danger, and keep our britches between the ditches. Without limits, we can’t help but crash and burn.

So much of our misery is self-inflicted. How much of it could be avoided, if we would but listen to the gracious voice of our Maker.

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There are moments; precious moments when I am as lucid about my sin as I can be. My transgressions stand in complete contradiction to my worth as an image bearer of God. They are completely irrational given the infinite loving-kindness I have been mercifully shown by my Holy Creator. I see sin for the dead-end it truly is.

My excuses, my justification, my dismissal and denial are all exposed for the cheap, hallow attempts at dodging guilt they most certainly are.

My longing to be renewed, re-made, re-aligned – restored – reaches a fever pitch.

It is in those moments that I am most ready to have God be God in my life. I am far more interested in His will than I am in my own. I cling to His intentions for me that I first grasped when I first entrusted my life to Him.

It is in those moments I am willing to be changed; saved from the consequences of my best apart from God.

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Why does God put up with the vile perversity of this world?

Why does God seemingly turn a blind eye to massive oppression?

How does He justify withholding wrath from those who torment, exploit, or neglect the least of these that walk among us?

Where is swift judgment for any who would practice cruelty for sport?

What about the run of the mill liars, cheaters, thieves, adulterers, murderers … what about all of them?

Come to think about it … what about me? Why does God put up with me?

“But I received mercy for this reason, that in me, as the foremost (of sinners), Jesus Christ might display his perfect patience as an example to those who were to believe in him for eternal life.” (1 Timothy 1:16)

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If I were to map my journey with God, the line would be broken, dotted from one destination to the next. I wish it weren’t so, but my faith can be so fickle.

God, on the other hand, has always kept his word. Always.

I am fed, clothed, sheltered, and sent into the world with good news of great joy … A Savior. He never leaves, never forsakes (Hebrews 13:5).

And yet, like Israel in the wilderness, I am terribly forgetful. Even after the greatest of provisions, I have slumped into self-sufficiency or self-pity, either of which strangles the life out of gratitude.

What better safeguard as my story still unfolds than to persistently rehearse God’s enduring faithfulness with those who walk behind me? While telling of His glorious deeds, I am fortifying my hope and theirs. May our lifelines grow evermore unbroken.

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It’s disheartening how easily I fall into suspicion about God’s heart toward me.

What can turn my thoughts from giving up to going forward?

Nothing relieves my anxiety about the present or future like the past faithfulness of God.

It’s all in the Good Book … He created … He called … He comforted … He corrected … He covered … He converted … He so loved me and the rest of this broken, defiant world that He gave His beloved Son to be crucified, a sinless substitute for guilty rebels (John 3:16-18).

Though a lot about this life is perplexing, I never need wonder about God’s affection toward me. It truly is greater than I can even comprehend.

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I fear what I cannot control … cannot manipulate … cannot overcome.

It is that immovable object, that insurmountable force which disturbs me. I should say it threatens my thirst for autonomy. It stands in the way of unbridled independence.

Part of me would like to control God. I’d like to know that if push came to shove I could have my way; that is until I need God to be God for my sake.

When I am overwhelmed, overcome, devastated and wrought with despair, I need God to be immovable, insurmountable, unchanging and in complete control. I need Him to be fearsome if He is to be a strong tower and a safe haven for me in the storms of life that expose my helpless condition.

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