30 Days of Unlimited Grace – Day 19: Grace to Change

Morning Greeting

Good Morning Father! Good Morning Jesus! Good Morning Holy Spirit! Good morning friends! I am currently reading 30 Days of Unlimited Grace: Daily Prayer Devotional by Unlimited Grace Ministries (Bryan Chapell). This is day 19.

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Bible Basis

Day	Book	Chapter	Verse(s)	Devotional
19	James	4	2-3	Grace to Change

MEMORY VERSES

And, ye fathers, provoke not your children to wrath: but bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord. Ephesians 6:4 KJV

Reflection

In today’s reading in 30 Days of Unlimited Grace: Daily Prayer Devotional by Unlimited Grace Ministries, Bryan Chapell writes,

Faithful prayer hinges on how well we understand the terms belief and doubt. And sometimes we get confused when well-meaning people bombard us with examples of people who prayed for something to happen—displayed unwavering confidence that it would happen—and then sat back and watched as it came about. But our trouble comes when we make God subject to the whims of our human expectations and desires. We need to reconsider a philosophy that requires God to provide all our wants, because in our finite wisdom we may not want what an infinitely wise God wants for us! So, remember, God always answers our prayers. But if you’re not getting what you’re praying for, take heart knowing that God is probably doing something better!

God has promised to raise up a nation that will obey His voice and His will. It is our responsibility to help train those generations (2 Timothy 2:2). Part of your job is to reach call them out of their dark places.

PSALM 78:1 -8 KJV

78 Give ear, O my people, to my law: incline your ears to the words of my mouth.

²I will open my mouth in a parable: I will utter dark sayings of old:

³Which we have heard and known, and our fathers have told us.

⁴We will not hide them from their children, shewing to the generation to come the praises of the Lord, and his strength, and his wonderful works that he hath done.

⁵For he established a testimony in Jacob, and appointed a law in Israel, which he commanded our fathers, that they should make them known to their children:

⁶That the generation to come might know them, even the children which should be born; who should arise and declare them to their children:

⁷That they might set their hope in God, and not forget the works of God, but keep his commandments:

⁸And might not be as their fathers, a stubborn and rebellious generation; a generation that set not their heart aright, and whose spirit was not stedfast with God.

Excerpt from Shine: A Woman of Purpose

I was listening to my favorite songs when I encountered something I had never heard before. It brought me so poignantly to tears that I could not control them. I must have listened to that song four-score and seven times already. It was like a book that keeps you locked in for the next page – then before you know it, you have reached the next chapter. It left me with such an impression that I just had to write about it. I wanted to tell somebody. I wanted to go to the King.

I remembered the story of the woman with an issue of blood, whose ailment had drug on twelve long years. I saw her making her way through the growing crowd just to touch the hem of Christ’s garment. She had an uncommon faith and a persistent problem. It was the kind of thorn that would make some wonder, “Where is God?” She must have been praying through those dozen years. She must have known people who called her everything but a believer, since the thorn in her flesh persisted. Yet, it could not have been that she doubted God’s power, for when she reached that hem, Jesus immediately turned himself. He said that a healing virtue had gone out from Him.

He asked His disciples, “Who touched me?” The men must have thought that was a strange question. There were people everywhere. There was a hand on every side. Why in the world would Jesus ask, “Who touched me?” I was more than an outstretched hand that reached Jesus; it was a heart crying, “Take me to the King.” It was a faith like a mustard seed – small and mighty. She had her heart set on an answer. She was going to stay there until she had a breakthrough. She was going to keep pressing her way past the wide-eyed spectators. It did not matter what they had come to do, she came to see the King.

I saw that woman in my imagination. I felt the life running out of her as she kept on pressing. She had to reach the King. I understood that motivation, the persistence that she must have walked with, knowing in her heart that she could die.

I remembered walking in a hospital; I barely even knew my name. I had an issue of blood and a mind of confusion. I needed to touch Jesus. I needed somebody, anybody, to take me to the King. However, sometimes when you look good, people do not know that you are broken down. They do not believe your report, when you say you have an issue of blood twelve years; but God knows the heart.

And sometimes when Jesus troubles the water, you get passed over even though your need is great, because you’ve been waiting so long, you’ve stopped believing that your healing is on His agenda; but that woman who was pushing through to Jesus, she hadn’t lost the faith. She had lived so long with a weakness; she was in a desperate situation. Have you ever been desperate for Jesus?

She was chasing after Him with all her might. She must have looked slow to the rest of the world. She was wounded. She refused to lose the battle. She was longsuffering, she had suffered long, and she was not taking no for an answer. She was chasing Jesus, in a pressing way. She had to get through the groupies and the mockers – who were just there to see what they could see. She was not there to see a miracle. She was there to be a miracle. She was determined, to be the next in line. She had to get past everyone, even the ones who needed help. She was desperate. She was this close. She could not let Jesus get away.

She did not have anybody to lift her over the crowd, she had to get up from a bed of affliction, and get to Jesus even if she had to crawl there. She did not know anybody who could give her a backstage pass. She had no status, no influence, and some would have said that she did not have a prayer, but she kept on moving. She must have tried everything else; nobody else could give her satisfaction. She had to reach Jesus. She knew He could fix it. She had to get His attention. She could not pay for His help and she could not repay His service; but she was not worried, because salvation is free! She had to reach out and touch the King. She did not have time to explain; and she knew Jesus would understand. He knew all about her.

When Jesus said, “Who touched me?” She was already healed! The virtue had gone forth, and the Word said that the blood dried, and she was made whole from instant. You might be as I was; or you might know someone who is (share this journal), who needs somebody, anybody, to take them to the King. Anyone like me has been through too much to take another wrong turn. We have spent too much time, walking around the wilderness. We refuse to take another lap. We have to get to the King. Our lives depend on it. We are chasing after Him. We do not have time to waste. We have seen the mountaintop, and fallen into the valley. We have been wounded and cast down; but we are not forsaken. We might not have wealth, but God shall supply all our needs. We might not have status, but God is no respecter of persons. We may not have much to bring, but we bear our soul to the Father. When we finally reach the throne, we hold nothing back. We need to touch Jesus. We may not be perfect, but we still have hope.

I have almost crossed over, but God snatched me back from death. If you are like me, you have something to do. You have something to say. You have people to heal. You could have taken the express, but you took the long way home and wound up next to nowhere. However, God is not through with us. We just need to touch Jesus. We still might be Moses for our generation. We need an Aaron and a Hur to hold up our arms, because we have been predestinated.