Ann B. Hibbard

Advent Week 4: Myrrh and Death

Posted on December 23, 2024 by Ann B. Hibbard

Death is not something we like to think about at Christmas. I mean, Christmas is a time of celebration! We don’t want to celebrate death. In more liturgical settings, death might fit with the concept of Advent, but as Baptists, even if we mark the weeks of Advent, we would rather avoid the more mournful side of the anticipatory days. We prefer the joy. The worship. The royalty and majesty. Even so, death was the focus this week as we arrived at week four of Advent (you can watch the sermon here).

I’m one of those who prefers the joy. I like happy things. Mourning is hard. It hurts, and I’d rather avoid it. And yet, the more I ponder this week’s sermon and think about the myrrh offered up by the Magi, the more I realize how truly appropriate it is to contemplate, and yes perhaps even celebrate, death at Christmas.

Bear with me on this for a minute.

How many people do you know how are aching and grieving right now? I’m sure you can think of at least one person. But, if you’re anything like me, the faces and names running through your mind are probably more numerous than you’d care to admit. And, if you’re anything like me, you can probably recognize that death is present in every single aspect of that grief.

For some, it’s physical death. I ache with several dear and precious friends who are experiencing their first Christmas without loved ones. And they are not alone. We passed two funerals on a recent trip, and this morning I heard of two beloved mothers who lost their battle to disease in recent days.

For some, it’s the death of a relationship as marriages are crushed or friendships fall apart or children and parents suffer a rift between them. Others have had a life change of some sort that has resulted in the death of familiarity or normalcy. Illness, job loss, and other losses all communicate death.

As we focus on the life of Christmas, where do these dear, aching souls belong? How do they find a place in the celebration?

Right alongside the myrrh.

Jesus came to die. The manger is incomplete without the cross. And because we know the full story, we get to celebrate the truth of the cross alongside the beauty of a baby’s birth. And yes, it is something to celebrate.

Yet when we think of celebration, we often go straight from the manger to the empty tomb. Birth and resurrection. The happy things. We recognize that there is death between the two, but we want to think of that separately — hold it for Good Friday. In this case, though, that’s not really possible because the manger and the empty tomb are not complete without the cross. We have to include the reality of this death in our celebration. Fortunately, though, this is no ordinary death. This is a death that conquered death.

Even so, we still live in this world awaiting a final victory that will let us be fully and totally free of the impact of death. We still suffer the pain of death. But we can do so in a way that makes a place for mourning even during a time when we’d rather focus on celebration.

We can make space for those who mourn this Christmas by not ignoring the myrrh. By not overlooking the cross. By not pretending that everything is glorious and perfect, but by instead recognizing that we are still waiting. We’re waiting for perfection. For fulfillment. For death to finally be gone.

And we can wait with one another.

I don’t like to grieve. I don’t like to mourn. I want everything to be happy and peaceful and joyful. But, if acknowledging the reality of death this Christmas means that someone else has a place in the “celebration,” then I pray the Spirit will give me the wisdom to know how to do just that. That He will teach me how to treasure the gift of myrrh as greatly as I treasure the gold and frankincense. And that someone else will be drawn closer to Him and His love and His truth this year because of it.

Yes, at Christmas we can celebrate even death. Because it is the celebration of a death that conquered death once and for all. That is truly something worth celebrating.

Total Rest

Posted on December 20, 2024December 17, 2024 by Ann B. Hibbard

It’s not quite the new year yet, but this wrap-up of the rest series felt like a good reminder even now, while we remain in the busy season.

A new year has arrived, bringing with it a slower pace of life. But to get here, I had to survive a typical fall in the Hibbard household. Every year the stretch between the end of October through the end of December is a very busy time for us. This year was no exception.

But right in the middle of the busyness, God reinforced His lesson on rest. Oh, He had already given me the idea. I had even journaled it months before. But, it wasn’t until I had come to the end of a very rough week that He reminded me of one more truth He had taught me about rest.

Rest is not just relational, expected, and sacrificial. Rest is also total trust.

In all honesty, I had been trying to rest in the midst of the chaos. But, I did it my way. I allotted time to attend Christmas parties and enjoy the fellowship. I sacrificially set aside my to-do list on multiple occasions, supposedly in the name of rest. But I forgot that all of these things must be bound together by a conscious focus on total obedience.

You see, rest is not just about coming up with ways to interact with others, to meet an expectation, or to sacrifice when an opportunity seems to arise. Rest is about walking in complete trust and obedience, allowing God to handle every single detail, every single time.

When I tried to do life, whether work or rest, my way, I fell apart. I failed. My to-do list backed up and my relationships became strained. I neglected to fulfill obligations, and no amount of time set aside for rest seemed to rejuvenate me.

I did not find real rest again until I stepped back to see how I had failed to trust and obey the Lord. Rest returned only when I actively and consciously began to walk once again in total surrender.

Now we face a new year. If it moves even half as quickly as last year did, many of us will once again come to the end of it feeling harried and tired. But God offers the rest we need to make this a year of complete abandon to Him. Complete obedience. Complete trust. And complete rest.

I am not one for New Year’s resolutions, but I do hunger to make a new commitment this year. I hunger to live this year centered in the total rest of Christ.

Will you join me?

Here is the final post in my four-part Rest series, originally published in Arkansas Baptist News.

Advent, Thoughts from Others

Advent Week 3: Frankincense for Remembering

Posted on December 18, 2024December 17, 2024 by Ann B. Hibbard

Our Advent focus at church continues with the three gifts of Christmas, this week focusing on frankincense. The primary question brought up in this week’s sermon (which you can find here) connected the idea of worship and incense: what “smells” like worship in our lives?

Smell is a very powerful trigger. In an instant, a single odor can take us from joy to anxiety, from depression to comfort. Smell incites physical responses such as allergies or migraines. It triggers emotions. It prompts memories. It activates cravings. It provides warnings and feeds anticipation.

Some people are more sensitive to scents than others. I fall in the “more” category. Things like perfumes or tobacco of any sort can quickly trigger an allergic response or migraine — or both — for me. On the other hand, scents that don’t cause a negative impact can fill me with excitement!

I don’t know that I ever tire of the smell of cinnamon. It’s comfort and health and pleasure and joy and so many other emotions I can’t even name.
The smell of rain after a dry spell is a lifelong treasure.
The smell of snow always makes me smile.
The smell of meat cooking, of a wood fire, of leather, of a new book…

I could go on and on.

As I think about the power of smells and ponder the question of what “smells” like worship in my life, I realize that the things I do — and even my very presence — can have as strong of an impact on others as certain smells.

I’ve always wanted to have a positive impact on people, to be considered a positive presence in their lives. But, I’ve always wrestled with the feeling that I’m the opposite. Growing up, I believed that others didn’t truly like being around me. They just felt obligated for one reason or another (I could always come up with a reason), and if they were left to their preferences, I wouldn’t be wanted. While I do know that was true in some situations, much of that revolved around my own insecurities, and those insecurities have persisted into adulthood.

But as I ponder this question more, I realize that the anxiety I felt about other people stemmed from the fact that my approach was wrong. I am not here to have a positive impact on people. I’m here for one reason and one reason only: to point others to Jesus. That’s it.

The “smell” of my presence in this world should be the “smell” of Jesus.

I know for a fact that I don’t do that well. I’m a perfectionist, and so my “smell” is often that of making sure all of the details line up. My “smell” too frequently makes others feel that they don’t measure up, despite the fact that I’m the one who feels inadequate in most situations. My “smell” is caught up in the here and now. In the details. In things being “right.”

While in some situations the details are important, they are always secondary to Jesus. Always. And that’s what my life should reflect.

I should radiate worship. The love of Christ. The joy of His presence. The comfort of His grace. The power of His forgiveness. The reality of His pure judgment (and never mine!) that is so entwined with everlasting, unfailing love that the two can never be separated. Those things are the smell of worship. The smell of Christ Jesus.

To be honest, I’m not overly enamored by the smell of frankincense. It’s not bad. It doesn’t cause a migraine or trigger my allergies or incite negative emotions. It’s just not a favorite smell. But, I love the idea that, in Old Testament texts, it’s shown as the smell of worship. It was included in almost every worship-based sacrifice, as well as being part of the unique incense blend laid out by God for use in the tabernacle. When the Israelites smelled frankincense, they would think of worship. Every time.

That’s how I want to live my life, as a person who makes others think of worship. Of the presence of Christ. But how do I get there?

By establishing my own reminders to focus on worship throughout each day. The smell of frankincense might not do the trick for me as it did for the Israelites, but there are many other things that can remind me. My job is to let those triggers do their work. To not be numb to them, as we can often become numb to certain sights and smells. To actively respond in worship whenever I encounter the reminders.

I can only draw others to Christ when I am faithfully focusing on Him myself.

Lord, make me like frankincense!

Faith Nuggets, Thoughts, Thoughts from Others, Thoughts from Scripture

Sacrificial Rest

Posted on December 13, 2024December 12, 2024 by Ann B. Hibbard

Such a timely reminder, as we are, once again, deep into the holiday season and all of the interactions it can bring!

The holiday season is upon us! As an introverted homebody, sometimes the busyness of this season throws me for a loop. I do love it. I love the decorations and the celebrations. I enjoy the parties and the events, even if I sometimes have to pry myself out of the warm house to attend them.

But I also need rest. And I am not quite sure I like the next lesson God has been teaching me about rest. You see, in addition to learning that rest is relational and expected, I am also learning that rest is sacrificial.

I have always been pretty selfish about rest. My opinion has always been that I need it, and I need it my way or it doesn’t count. But when my husband and I had a conversation about a couple of passages of Scripture, I found my selfishness challenged.

In Acts 16:13, we see Paul heading down to the riverside in hopes of meeting people gathered there to pray. I have never though much about that action until Doug made a thought-provoking observation. He pointed out that Paul’s trip outside the city on the Sabbath was a sacrificial act. It was outside his norm. It was outside the parameters of rest he had been taught during his formative years.

Paul made a sacrifice.

So, where was he when he made this sacrifice? He was in Philippi. He was making the contacts that would eventually result in the Philippian church. The same Philippian church that brought him incredible joy, according to verses like Philippians 1:3. In fact, it could be argued from Scripture that this particular church provided Paul’s greatest source of strength and encouragement.

But it all started with a sacrifice.

One of my favorite verses is Hebrews 3:13.

But encourage each other daily, while it is still called today, so that none of you is hardened by sin’s deception. (CSB)

I have always loved the idea of encouragement among believers. But, as I look at Paul’s sacrificial investment in the Philippian church – and the return it brought – I see Hebrews 3:13 in a new light. I see that we receive our greatest encouragement, strength, and support when we are willing to sacrifice for one another, even in rest.

Now, sacrificial rest does require care because it still must be rest. It cannot become just another source of busyness. But, what would happen if we were willing to put aside our selfish conceptions of rest and determine instead to rest in fellowship with our fellow believers?

As the busy schedule presses in, I pray God will show me exactly how to rest sacrificially – and that He will allow even my rest to bear the fruit of joy and encouragement for others.

This is part three of the Rest series, originally published in Arkansas Baptist News.

Advent, Thoughts from Scripture

Advent Week 2: Gold for a King

Posted on December 11, 2024 by Ann B. Hibbard

We are in the second week of Advent, and our theme at church on Sunday was gold, representing the kingship of Jesus.

We love to focus on Baby Jesus at Christmas. On His vulnerability and all that He surrendered to take on our flesh and walk among us. And we need to remember all that He surrendered. All that He sacrificed. All that He willingly released to humble Himself and come to us. Philippians 2 reminds us of the reason why we need to remember Jesus and His humble entrance into our world: we are to live with the same humility that He showed.

But, in focusing on Him as Baby, we sometimes make the mistake of thinking that He came the first time as just a Baby, and that His presence as King will be for next time.

The presence of the Magi in Matthew 2 tells a different story. They brought Him gold and welcomed Him as the born King of the Jews. He’s always been King, from before creation. His birth and time on earth didn’t change that. Baby Jesus was still King.

That was the thrust of Sunday’s sermon (which you can find here). It was nothing new to me. Yet it seems that I have to frequently revisit my own response to this truth. And what I’ve seen of my heart this week has been rather convicting.

As a society, what is our response to “important” people? Whether it’s a ruler or a celebrity, what is our collective dream? Is it not to be seen by them? We get all excited when we get to meet a famous person or when we find out stories about how good or kind they were in a specific situation. We love to see what they give to us.

When it comes to Jesus, He gave everything. He surrendered His glory and entered our pain-filled world so He could walk with us. It is good and right to see what He’s done for us. But, how often do we let that be our primary focus? How He sees us? What He can do for us?

I’ve been struck by several Messianic passages I’ve read lately that discus what it looks like to welcome a King. It’s not just about what He chose to do for us. It’s about how we choose to receive Him.

Psalm 24 reveals the extreme challenge it is for a person to ascend the hill of the Lord. Who among us truly has clean hands, pure hearts, and the sincerity reflected here? None of us, without the righteousness of Jesus! But then, there’s the second half of the song, the half that shows the King coming to us. Remedying the situation by coming to those who seek Him but can’t get to Him on their own.

There’s only one catch: the city has to prepare itself for the coming of the King. The gates have to be lifted to make room! They must be flung open! Work has to be done to welcome in the King of glory!

We see it in Isaiah 40 as well, when the prophet speaks of preparing the way of the Lord by lifting the valleys and leveling the mountains, building a straight highway for the King.

Obviously, none of this is about making the earth a perfect place before Jesus arrives as King. It definitely didn’t happen before His birth! The world was a mess then, and it continues to be a mess now.

But, as I read these passages, I am convicted about the way I approach Him. The way I welcome Him. Yes, I need to celebrate and rejoice in what He has done for me. For us. For this whole world full of people He intimately loves! But, oh how I need to also acknowledge that He is King and I am His subject! I need my focus to be on what it looks like to welcome His presence. After all, He said He would be with us always, even to the end of the age, according to Matthew 28:20. He’s here with me today.

His Kingdom is here, right now. Am I living in it well?
He is returning to claim full victory. Am I doing all I can to prepare for that day?

May I learn to lay my gold before the Lord, day after day after day, focusing my attention and my work on daily recognizing Him as King and choosing to live my life as His beloved subject.

Faith Nuggets, Repost, Thoughts from Life, Thoughts from Scripture

Expected Rest

Posted on December 6, 2024December 4, 2024 by Ann B. Hibbard

Part 2 of the rest series!

Recently I shared that God has been teaching me a good deal about rest. I love that the learning never stops. He builds on each lesson, continually growing me. The more I learn, the more I see how much I have left to learn.

Discovering the depths of rest is no exception.

In addition to the surprising lesson that rest is relational, God is showing me more and more that rest is expected. I suppose in the true nature of biblical instruction, I should say that rest is commanded, for that is the reality. Either way, rest is not an option.

But I am just beginning to understand why God expects us to take rest seriously.

What keeps us from resting?

I asked myself that question recently, and I was not too fond of the answer: a lack of trust prevents my rest.

Far too often, I resemble the children of Israel wandering in the desert. They grumbled about the lack of food. So, God sent them manna. But, He told them to collect the manna in a certain way. Five days out of every week they were commanded to collect only what they needed for that day. On the sixth day, their collection was to be enough for two days.

It was illogical. It was improbable. Why would manna that did not last more than twenty-four hours five days a week last forty-eight hours on the sixth day? Had I been among the Israelites, I probably would have obeyed, simply because I am a rule follower by nature. But I can guarantee you I would have been very skeptical that first week. Even if I took God at His word, it would not have been easy.

But He said to rest on the Sabbath. And He never gives a command or holds an expectation without providing the means for obedience.

That is as true for me today as it was for the Israelites then. God expects me to rest, and He will always provide the way for me to accomplish it.

What about the work I am behind on? What about the little things that have not been done during the week because of other obligations? What about the expectations upon me? What if I let someone down? What if I do not get something done?

Yes, God even has provision for those.

If I choose to not rest, it is because I do not trust Him to take care of everything just as He said He would. And believe me, it feels as improbable, illogical, and unlikely as the preservation of manna. But it is just as expected for me as it was for them.

May we trust Him enough to obey and rest.

This is part two of the rest series originally published in Arkansas Baptist News.

Faith Nuggets, Psalm 23, Thoughts, Thoughts from Life, Thoughts from Scripture

Relational Rest

Posted on December 4, 2024 by Ann B. Hibbard

This is another throwback article, one I originally wrote to kick off a four-part article series for a local publication. But I vividly remember processing through the thoughts that resulted in these articles. They shaped some of my earliest, foundational ideas about Sabbath rest. And I find them all to be a good reminder to revisit now and then, especially in busy seasons where rest has to be so much more intentional.

Life is tiring. Have you noticed? We hit the ground running and eventually forget what it means to stop. To rest.

I am convicted each time I see how seriously Scripture handles the Sabbath. This day of rest was instituted long before the law came into being. In fact, rest existed before sin corrupted the world and laid the burdens of exhaustion upon our backs. Rest is critical, and we must allow God to teach us how to rest.

God has been opening my mind to aspects of rest I have never before considered. Recently, He showed me that rest is relational. A quick glance at the Old Testament instructions about communal Sabbath practices shows how important relationship was in times of rest for the Israelites. But I needed a little extra help from the Holy Spirit to help me learn how to apply it to my life in today’s less communal society.

When I think of rest, I think of curling up all by myself with a good book and no distractions. You see, I am an introvert. I love being with people, but social interaction typically drains my energy. I need to recharge after I spend time with people. How in the world can rest be relational?

Fortunately, God is a patient teacher. He is willing to prove His truths to me, even when I am skeptical.

I remember an experience that hammered this truth home to me. I was heading out to a retreat, scheduled to spend three days with a group of amazing women, but all I could think of was the energy that would be required of me through the weekend. I went into it tired. How long would it take me to recover once it was all said and done?

I never expected to come away from that trip energized. Those women poured into me even as I poured into them. We respected one another’s needs, helped each other recharge, and lived out the beauty of Hebrews 3:13. We pooled our talents and passions, seeing productivity flow even out of our times of fun and relaxation. We rested together in ways we never could have done individually.

For the first time in my life, I saw that even introverts cannot experience the fullness of rest without support and encouragement from fellow believers. Rest really is relational.

Scripture supports this in a profound manner. Consider Psalm 23. This beloved passage wraps me in peace every time I read it. I have always thought of it as a personal passage, but recently I was confronted with a startling truth: David was a shepherd. He knew sheep. And, he knew that sheep do not do well at all on their own. They rest when they are surrounded by the safety of their flock and the protection of their shepherd.

We are God’s sheep. We need to draw upon the presence of one another, encouraging each other daily that we may truly find rest.

This article was originally written for Arkansas Baptist News.

Thoughts from Others, Thoughts from Prayer

Advent Week 1: Cultivating Joy

Posted on December 2, 2024 by Ann B. Hibbard

At our church this year, we greeted the first Sunday in Advent with the theme of joy.

Joy isn’t typically where the Advent discussions, sermons, or candle lighting begin. It’s typically a theme that comes later in the season. But, as my husband prayed about it, that’s where he felt led to start. Not only was it a fitting starting point, it also gave us the perfect opportunity to make “Joy to the World” our first congregational worship song of the season. What could be better?

The whole sermon was good, but one point really hit home for me: joy must be cultivated, and that cultivation takes time. I’ve been pondering this thought ever since hearing it and scrawling it in my sermon notes.

The concept of cultivated joy shouldn’t come as a surprise to any of us. While happiness and joy do manifest in similar ways, happiness can come in an instant — and disappear just as quickly. Joy, while its seeds are often most easily planted during times of happiness, takes more effort. More intentionality. More deliberate and focused attention.

In fact, I think, for this very reason, joy might be a bit harder to truly cultivate in times of exuberant happiness. It’s hard during times of grief, as well. I’d much rather go into a season of grief with my joy deeply rooted than to try to grow it during that time. But in seasons of great happiness, I often neglect to invest in joy. It’s so easy to just be happy.

Of course, in the in-between times, we often just work through the motions and don’t pay much attention to the cultivation needs then, either. Life is fine. We have happy moments and sad moments. We try to grow spiritually and move through the things God sets before us. But, just as in moments of happiness and seasons of grief, we don’t work to cultivate joy.

At least, I frequently don’t.

Here’s the thing I’ve learned about myself. When I’m not actively cultivating joy, I still cultivate other things. Things that don’t take as much effort. That feel like less work. That aren’t as exhausting.

But the payoff is atrocious. Because those things that are easier to cultivate are devastating for my soul when they are not paired with joy.

Don’t get me wrong, they are not bad in and of themselves. There are negative things that are easy to cultivate as well, but those are obvious. We should know not to cultivate selfishness and bitterness and anger and hate.

But there are other things that seem good and healthy. It’s not bad to cultivate a sense of self and the care that goes along with it. It’s not bad to cultivate the empathy that is such an inherent part of my personality. (I know that can be harder for those who do not have an empathetic personality, so this is definitely very personal to me.) Cultivating skills and habits and hobbies are all very good.

But, when I cultivate those things without incorporating joy — or any of the fruit of the Spirit (love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control, per Galatians 5:22-23) — they can all foster the selfishness that I do not ever want to intentionally cultivate.

Yes, devastating is definitely an appropriate word.

I’m far too guilty of that, though. And that truth is what hit me yesterday during the sermon. Over the past few years, I have attempted to heal from hurts, grow in Christ, and notice the needs of others. I’ve sought to regain a sense of peace and calm even in seasons of loneliness and aches.

But somewhere along the way, I think I stopped actively cultivating joy. I tried to ride on what already existed without nourishing it so it would continue. Eventually, it began to dry up. The sad thing is that I didn’t really notice. I was so caught up in those moments where there was a lack of happiness that I didn’t pay attention to the fact that my joy — the joy of belonging to my precious Lord and Savior and being held in His miraculous arms and guided by His perfect wisdom and protected by His amazing and vast greatness — was fading from lack of attention.

As a result, my attempts to find healing and growth and empathy have fallen flat and left me disillusioned, the bearer of a perpetual ache over the pain in this world.

Joy changes that. It doesn’t remove the hurt. But it reminds us who ultimate holds the hurt. It works the Lord’s healing in a way that nothing else can. It allows us to see lessons of growth in places we never would have thought to look.

I must get back to cultivating joy.

Where do I start? Well, my wise husband mentioned three things in his sermon (which you can watch here, if you so desire): embrace and share forgiveness, be a conduit for the love of Christ, and invest the time cultivation requires rather than expecting it to just happen.

Obviously, that’s not an exhaustive list because the cultivation of joy is an ongoing, lifelong process. But it’s a powerful starting point. I’m ready to get back to cultivating.

Faith Nuggets, Thoughts from Scripture

Weary to Renewed: Driven to the Word

Posted on November 27, 2024 by Ann B. Hibbard

Oh how much I needed to reread this today! It speaks to exactly where I am…weary. But when it comes to keeping my heart prepared for the Holy Spirit to continually speak through the Word, whether my Bible is physically before me or not, I’ve been falling flat. I’ve been going through motions of reading. If you’re in a similar spot, I pray these thoughts from years ago will encourage you like they are encouraging me today.

I’ve been weary lately. And in my weariness, I’ve been crying out to the Lord for strength. One morning this week, a thought passed through my mind before I was even fully awake.

The Lord will renew your strength.

As I awakened fully, I realized that the thought was just a inaccurate version of Isaiah 40:31. I’ve transitioned most of my Scripture memory to NASB, but even if I memorize this particular verse in other translations, I believe my mind will always go first to the beautiful KJV:

But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength…

Do you see the difference between my early morning thought and the actually verse? “They that wait…shall renew” versus “The Lord will renew…”

Because of the differences, I was driven back to Isaiah for context. I knew the idea of the context, but what were the exact words? Why would I think, even in my dreaming state, the words “The Lord will renew your strength” instead of just drawing comfort from a familiar and well-loved memory verse?

As I read backwards a bit, I saw this:

Why do you say, O Jacob, and assert, O Israel, “My way is hidden from the Lord, and the justice due me escapes the notice of my God”? Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth does not become weary or tired. His understanding is inscrutable. He gives strength to the weary, and to him who lacks might He increases power. Isaiah 40:27-29

Oh, how much I could say about the whole process that took me from full-fledged weariness through an early morning sub-conscious thought to renewal. But, the truth is that such a process is intimate and personal. It comes from relationship, and there is nothing I can share that will draw you into that renewal. That’s between you and the Lord.

But, two other powerful realities struck me through all of this.

God takes what we have and builds on it.

I cannot remember when I memorized Isaiah 40:30-31. But I know that I’ve returned to it so many times that it is an ingrained part of me. This week, God took it, His Word, the seedling of His very Spirit within me, and used it to renew my strength.

Oh, my dear friend, if you are not hiding God’s Word in your heart, making it a part of you, then you are missing the most powerful avenue by which our Father connects with us. I’m not talking memorization, although that is the most direct avenue by which God’s Word is hidden in our hearts. I’m talking immersion. Digging deep. Not just reading to read, but learning, growing, and interacting with the Word of God, making it an integral part of your being.

Always go back to the Word.

The thought that came to my mind was not just intended to help me remember a beloved verse. It was intended to drive me back to the Bible. To study. To evaluate context. To explore more deeply. Not to simply rely on what I remembered, but to discover more.

We have the amazing privilege of having Scripture readily available to us. Not only do we have it in print, but most of us can pull up our phones and computers and snag any translation at the press of a button. There are hundreds of thousands of people lacking that privilege. But, we have it.

And our heavenly Father wants us to use it.

No matter how many great snippets of Scripture you’ve memorized, how many wonderful sermons or devotionals you’ve heard, how many solid interpretations you’ve heeded, always go back to the Word itself. It is alive. It is breathing. It is active. It is fresh. And when we return to it with open hearts and minds, the Holy Spirit will reveal living truths that speak to our immediate standing with Christ, even from the most familiar of passages.

Perhaps today your struggle is not weariness. Perhaps it’s something else entirely. Whatever it is, I guarantee your heavenly Father is ready to speak life and strength and power and truth into your need. Will you immerse yourself in His Word and allow His Spirit to bring renewal to your heart?

Thoughts from Life

Permission

Posted on November 25, 2024 by Ann B. Hibbard

I love giving permission to other people. Permission to go light on themselves. Permission to relax. Permission to do fun things just for the fun of it. Permission to not be busy all the time. Permission to do things that I’ve wanted to do at times but didn’t feel like I had permission to do.

Sometimes, especially during my growing up years, that permission was withheld by others and their expectations of me, whether they intended to withhold it or not. As an adult, there have been times when I felt the lack of permission from others, but it’s more frequently been a burden I’ve placed on myself.

I don’t give myself the same permissions I give to others.

It hit me hard this morning as I processed what the day needed to look like compared to how tired I felt. Somewhere in the middle of that whole stack was my sense of writing responsibility.

Writing is a joy and a need for me, but it does also sometimes weigh on me as a responsibility. When I don’t write regularly, those muscles weaken and writing becomes harder. And I haven’t written a whole lot over the last few weeks because of a busy month and a need to shuffle other things into my writing time. So, this morning, it felt more like a responsibility than a joy. More like a demand than a need or desire.

As I weighed the options of the day and tried to figure out where to fit writing in, knowing it would be even harder later in the week, the first thought that came to my mind was Give yourself permission.

It stopped me in my tracks, both physically and mentally.

Permission? Permission to what? Not write? That’s what I’ve been doing a lot of lately, and it has to stop somewhere. So, what permission do I need to give myself?

As I pondered, I realized, first of all, that I had an idea to write about. So I definitely would be writing today! It’s critical to take advantage of those ideas! But, secondly, I realized that some of my fear about skipping writing revolves around a balance of permission. I don’t feel that I can give myself permission to relax on my responsibilities because I will resist jumping back on them.

So, that’s the first permission. The permission to go easy on myself now and be firm with myself later.

I also realized that I most commonly give myself permission to skip the most life-giving responsibilities. Probably because I feel a little guilty indulging in them anyway when they aren’t immediately practical. So, the second permission is allowing myself to set aside other things now and then. Even the practical.

That’s what I’m doing today. I’d intended to skip writing and do tomorrow’s chores today since we’ll be otherwise occupied most of tomorrow. Instead, I’m giving myself permission to write what’s in my head. Then I’ll give myself permission to reconsider the chore list for the week and determine what can slide. I’ll give myself permission to be firm with myself later in the week if needed.

Permission is like that. It’s nourishing, whether it is giving us a bit of leeway or holding us accountable. It teaches us, grows us, heals us, frees us, sets our boundaries, and paves the way for a healthy life.

Permission will look different for you than it will look for me. It will also look different coming from those around us than it will coming from ourselves. And, there will be times when we will need to give ourselves permission specifically because others withhold it when they shouldn’t. Or we’ll need to see the need to grant our permission to those around us.

My prayer today is that I will grow in my understanding of responsible, life-giving permission. That I will know when to give it to myself and to others.

And for the moment, I will write.