For me visual reminders are powerful,
They become sort of like tattoos.
They become imprinted into my mind and heart,
The more I see them, the more I am reminded of the beauty they behold.
That is why I name my animals,
For every time I see them,
Work with them,
Or enjoy their companionship,
I’m reminded of the depth of their names.
I look at my dog, Mud and am reminded of being clay in the potters hand,
Reminded of the beauty in remaining rooted in the Lord,
In His Word,
And the importance of walking shoulder to shoulder with Him each day.
When I look at my horses,
In Agape, I am reminded of His deep, unconditional, unending love.
I am reminded of how His love can heal, transform and take unlovely things and make them lovable.
And the beautiful things He can make when we come to know His love,
And live embracing that truth.
In Malachi, I am reminded of the beauty of refinement,
Reminded that even when the going gets tough,
And the fire gets hotter,
There is utter radiance in purifying,
And our God is gentle, loving and gracious.
I am reminded of how far He has brought me,
And how deep His mercy goes.
So I named this new horse,
Well you guessed it,
I look at him and can see my anxious heart,
Actually I can now see past it and am reminded that I don’t have to remain in that state,
But can find refuge in the God of peace.
I can find rest when I come to spend time with Him.
I am reminded that He cares even for the little birds,
And in light of His truth and promises,
I can actually lay down,
All that seems overwhelming,
All the thoughts,
All the things on my to-do lists,
All the worries,
All the things to do,
All those things that become all consuming,
And rather than letting anxiety cloud over me,
Turn to Him and in faith, trust.
Trusting that even when I can’t see, I’ll walk towards Him.
Being brave, and letting things go.
Trust that He that created all things,
He that sustains all of creation,
He that provides for even the little birds,
Can hold all that weighs me down.
Trusting that He will not leave us, nor forsake us in the midst of deep waters,
But He comes to us,
Calls us to Him,
And reminds us that we must lay them down.
We must bring all those things to the cross and leave them there.
Speaking out our worries,
The heaviness in our hearts,
And have faith to believe that He hears us,
He intercedes for us,
And He can make straight our paths as we seek His face.
He can restore us,
And renew our minds.
He doesn’t simply make our issues go away,
He is God,
We are not.
His ways are higher than ours,
Thoughts far beyond ours,
When we come, we yield to His ways,
Trusting that He does what is good, always.
Rather than simply making our issues go away,
Dissolving our anxieties,
Taking away our burdens,
He calls us to fix our eyes on Him,
To sing praises,
To come with thankful hearts,
To come willing to have them softened,
To come even when we’re angry at Him,
To come even when we’re at the end of our rope,
To come despite how we feel, whether we want to or not,
To come and be.
Be who we truly are,
For He isn’t afraid of our real issues,
He always see’s our hearts,
He wants us to acknowledge them,
Allowing all those things rise to the surface,
Allowing us to no longer hide them,
Suppress them or push them to the side,
He wants us to acknowledge them to Him so that He can do something about it.
He is a God who has given us free will,
And it is when we choose Him,
Choosing to bear our hearts,
Choosing to face what is hard,
Choosing to acknowledge our sin and short comings,
Choosing to proclaim that in our strength we cannot, but we turn to Him trusting that He can.
Trusting that He stands with us in the midst of the storm,
And shows us His heart,
And shows us how to lay it all down to fix our eyes on Him rather than allowing ourselves be consumed.
So as I look at this big horse with a little name,
I am reminded that our God is greater than the circumstances we face,
The challenges in our midst,
The thoughts that suck out life,
The hardness which is starting to build up in our hearts,
The hurts we have let tear down our spirit,
And He remains with us,
In the midst of coming to let light shine on all those things,
And is ever faithful to redeem us,
Speaking tenderly to our hearts,
And reminded us that by faith we can trust in Him.
That we don’t need to have it all together,
But it is actually when we realize we can’t,
That He can step in to show you His power,
And that He is enough.
So when I look at Finch,
I am reminded that I can cast my anxieties onto Him,
That I can bring them before Him,
Facing the realities of them,
And entrusting them to Him.
No longer holding onto them,
No longer letting the lies consumer me,
But rather fixing my eyes on His truth,
Taking every though captive and asking that He shine light onto that which is consuming me,
And removing it far from me.
Helping to renew my mind and draw me closer to Him.
To be rooted in His Kingdom and His ways,
Rather than the ways of the world which create anxieties, worries, doubts, fears, and a lose of life, a lose of joy for the things that truly matter.
For He sets us free from the life sucking cycle of our flesh,
And as we walk in the Spirit,
We are able to live freely abiding in Him.
But it comes through surrendering,
It comes through trusting in Him more than ourselves,
Just as birds do,
Trusting that He will provide what we truly need.
How great is our God,
How abounding is His grace,
And abundance His love.
So I named him Finch,
So that this truth will become tattooed,
Imprinted in my heart.
“Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.