Call 911

The predawn light reminded me that my challenges were not just a bad dream. I was not waking up and walking into sunshine, lollipops, rainbows, and everything that’s wonderful. No. The pain that tucked me into bed kept an overnight vigil and now stood at my bedside shaking me to wake up.

With that gut-wrenching reality, the Holy Spirit immediately—supernaturally—turned my mind to my 911 verses. In sweet intimate companionship, He and I walked hand in hand through the truths, that have stood the test of time. And the truths that would get me through this day.

Sufficient grace

But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me” (2 Corinthians 12:9).

Divine power

“His divine power has given us everything we need for a godly life through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and goodness” (2 Peter 1:3).

Perfect peace

“You will keep him in perfect peace, Whose mind is stayed on You, Because he trusts in You” (Isaiah 26:3).

Constant protection

“But now, this is what the LORD says-- he who created you, Jacob, he who formed you, Israel: "Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze. For I am the LORD your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior . . . ” (Isaiah 43:1-3a).

Morning mercies

“The LORD’S loving kindnesses indeed never cease, For His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; Great is Thy faithfulness” (Lamentations 3:22-23)

Plans to prosper

'For I know the plans that I have for you,' declares the LORD, 'plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope” (Jeremiah 29:11NASB).

Genuine Joy

“Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will be joyful in God my Savior” (Habakkuk 3:17-18).

Sufficient grace

Divine power

Perfect peace

Constant protection

Morning mercies

Plans to prosper

Genuine Joy

God be praised!

Living With Eternal Intentionality®

“Call to Me, and I will answer you, and I will tell you great and mighty things, which you do not know” (Jeremiah 33:3).

Which 911 verse most touches you right where you are in your life challenges?

When Foundations are Shaken

Guest Post by Rudina Bakalli in Albania

September 2019 Tirana, a beautiful sunny Sunday in my hometown Tirana, my husband and I left home to go for a date. Five minutes after we arrived in a nice café in our neighborhood the ground started shaking.  It was an earthquake of 5.8 on the Richter scale. There were no casualties, but it was strong enough to have people leaving their buildings and remain outside for hours.  

About two months later, though, we woke up to an unusual noise and violent shaking; the worst earthquake we had ever experienced. At least fifty people lost their lives and hundreds lost their homes. For days, we viewed live scenes of people under ruins, the type we had only seen on news happening in other countries. But now, this was occurring in our own country. And, our own home was affected as well.

Cracked walls, scared people, and uncertainty persisted for two months as the aftershocks continued. I remember being afraid to leave our teenagers (and even our dog Lilly) at home to simply go to the neighborhood shop, for fear that we might experience another strong earthquake, and they would be stuck under the ruins.

“Is my house safe?”

The aftermath of the damage was huge. And in those days there was only one main question in the minds of Albanians: Is my house safe? Teams of experts went around to inspect damaged buildings and cracked walls to determine if the buildings were safe for occupancy.

Buildings were classified safe only if their foundations had not been damaged.

Observations

 To our amazement, there were structures built only in recent years, which crumbled because the builders had refused to respect the laws for building foundations. Though huge and impressive edifices, the bodies were not "rooted" well into the ground. The buildings were either built totally without the foundational pillars, or the pillars themselves were constructed with compromised cement, cement not solid enough to stand a strong earthquake.

In other cases, the owners of the basement floors, in an attempt to turn their properties into coffee shops, had actually taken out the retaining walls and the pillars. They refused to consult with experts in the field, and, in many cases, their greed drove their decisions.

How did all this happen? It happened in small steps, from the beginning:

• when important pillars were left out either by ignorance or greed

• when a compromise was made in choosing a lower quality cement

• when building inspectors chose to close their eyes and accept a bribe

• when owners of the first floors decided to allow structural changes in their properties without consulting experts and destroyed important walls and pillars

This entire experience brings a new depth of meaning to the Scripture, "When the foundations are shaken, what can the righteous do?" (Psalm 11:3).

In reflection, I believe the righteous will:

• Build his/her life carefully, making sure to build on a firm foundation that will stand the tests and storms of life.

• Take heed to Jesus’ words and apply them carefully, building as Jesus taught, on a rock. (Luke: 46-49)

• Refuse to compromise or water down the parts that make a foundation pillar but be willing to do what is needed to secure the best structure for a godly life.

• And in the face of conflicting opinions, he/she will not cease to search the truth, till he finds it and holds on to it.

This is the fabric of the faith of heroes and martyrs, those who were able to stand on the firm foundation of their faith. A house on the rock will stand any storm.

Living With Eternal Intentionality®

Where have you built your life? What is the condition of your life’s foundation? How are the pillars of your life? What changes need to be made to guarantee that your life structure is sturdy enough to withstand a test or a storm?

Meet Rudi

I have been on staff with Campus Crusade for Christ since 1996. Currently, my family and I live in Tirana, capital of Albania, where my husband and I serve to lead the Global Church Movement area team for Eastern Europe and Russia.

We have 3 beautiful children, and a playful English Setter dog, who keep me active and growing! I run a blog in Albanian http://shigjete.com/nobodys-child/ with the hope of reaching non believers by inviting them to taste how good God is, and exhorting believers to live in a deep, sincere commitment to Jesus.

The Story of the Village Roses

“ National Flower Day on March 21st.

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From a bouquet of memories—I selected The Story of the Village Roses—in honor of National Flower Day on March 21st. Travel back with me to the late 1970s and early 1980s to a communist Poland where our family lived.

Walking the streets of Eastern Europe nurtured and watered my love for blossoms and blooms. The gray persona of communist-dominated days underwent a beautiful transformation in the presence of flowers, and the population lovingly embraced this expression of color. In public squares and in private homes, flowers received prominence. Both available and affordable, flowers kept this population looking up when life and government kept pressing it down.

Village roses quickly became our favorite. Long, thick stems and strong, solid heads placed these jewels in a category all their own, and they could only be purchased from vendors at the farmers’ market. Like the nation itself, these roses could withstand harsh conditions and come out beautiful to behold.

On a warm, summer day, Larry drove excitedly to meet us at the airport, but not before stopping at the market to purchase the best—a colorful bouquet of a dozen village roses. After a brief trip to the U.S., his two ladies (wife and daughter) were coming home, and he could hardly wait!

But wait he would have to do.

Our beleaguered Pan Am flight was two and a half days late. First, delayed out of Memphis, then delayed out of JFK, we were further delayed with engine failure. In the middle of the night, out over the ocean, the captain woke us with the news that we needed to make an emergency landing in Ireland. At long last, after being assigned a new plane and a fresh crew, our three-year-old and I stumbled back on board and headed home. But then—the new pilot’s voice came over the loudspeaker to announce that this plane bound for Poland needed to reroute to Austria. A World War II P.O.W. veteran on board refused to fly into Warsaw. The unmercifully long trip just got longer.

In the age of no telecommunication, Larry endured a journey of his own. He received updates only when he drove to the airport, stood in line at the Pan Am counter, and asked for news on the safety and whereabouts of his wife and child. Episode by episode, he mentally and emotionally traveled with us.

And all along, there was the bewildering question: “What to do with the village roses?”

Well—

An older Polish woman, who had learned to withstand harsh conditions and come out beautiful to behold, provided advice that he followed to the letter:

• fill the bathtub with freezing cold water

• submerge the flowers in the water

• when you are ready to return to the airport lift them and shake them off

So, with every eager trip to the airport, Larry lifted the village roses out of the bathtub, shook them off, and carefully placed them on the backseat of the car. Then, he raced expectantly to the terminal to greet us, only to be met with further news of the extended delay. Leaving the airport with the flowers in the backseat, he took them back to submerge them in a bathtub filled with cold water.

Seven times, yes, seven times, he repeated the routine. And each time, he would marvel that these village roses could, indeed, withstand harsh conditions and come out beautiful to behold.

Eventually, we landed in Poland and collapsed into Larry’s loving arms, arms that bore a gorgeous, fresh, healthy bouquet of village roses. And, truth be told, the roses fared better, for while the mother-daughter pair did withstand harsh conditions, at that moment we were not beautiful to behold! Rather, we found ourselves hungry, frazzled, exhausted, and desperate for our beds. Later, we learned that the Pan Am airline fired the crew, and my mother phoned the CEO of the airline and got our tickets refunded.

So, on National Flower Day, March 21st, this is a tribute to Village Roses and the part they played in a saga from a long time ago.

Now, please share your story in tribute to National Flower Day!