I’m anchored at the cross this week during Easter season taking an opportunity to pause and remember the awesome covenant I have with a living God; I’ve found nothing that can top it. Jesus, the perfect One, gave himself as the ultimate prize. I’m declaring His Name this week and all that it means. It’s personal, too.
I call Him Peace. The Hebrew word “Shalom” means nothing is missing, nothing is broken, destroying all that binds to chaos. There’s no chaos with Jesus; His very name means peace.
I call Him Rescuer. I’ve had drain problems in my kitchen for over a week. We bought a larger drain auger. We poured umpteen pots of boiling water down the drain. We replaced some of the pipes. I call on the name of my Lord, “Rescuer.” So far so good.
In Boxing it’s called the one two punch.
While I battled kitchen drain problems over the last two weeks, I also cracked a tooth. I knew I was in trouble when hot and cold disturbed that side of my mouth. Thankfully, my dentist in Mexico had an opening since I don’t have dental insurance. The upside is I lost two pounds eating soft food and the downside is I needed a root canal. The dentist gave me a smoking deal on a Zirconium crown. I am, as you know, royalty—the daughter of the King. I call Him King.
I call Him Defender. It was not Tom’s fault he landed in the hospital last October. The surgeon goofed up. We didn’t make a big deal about it. Now we are slapped with a hefty co-pay in addition to the one we paid and we are contesting. Jesus is our defense.
I call Him Provider. I always told my 2001 Alero he will have to break up with me. I will never leave. Third gear is almost unattainable now and my mechanic quoted more than the car is worth for a new catalytic converter. Do I need that anyway? God will provide just the right vehicle for me. Can’t wait to write the post about it….someday.
I call Him Healer. At the cross, I ask healing for my man. After his near-death experience last fall, he continues to experience side effects. He was diagnosed with Central Sleep Apnea affecting his nervous system. The Sleep Center gave him a dismal report claiming he needs immediate care as he stops breathing too long when he falls into the dream phase and he might not wake up. It has been 20 weeks now and the VA has just approved the procedure. It is true folks that vets die in the process sometimes; the VA budget attack due to the infiltration of Syrian refugees leaves them shortage of medical staff and money.
We Have Healing in our Covenant
Jesus heals and I believe it for Tom not only physically but mentally; he also suffers from anxiety.
I call him friend. When I pray, He answers!
He disciplines me like a daughter. But did He have to take my car away? It’s irrelevant. He’s shaping my character. I call him Father.
Do you ever embark at the foot of the Cross? How do you call Him?