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Now that we are officially into fall, I’ve pulled some of the things that I’ve bolded over in my prayer journal in the last few weeks and curated a collection of fall faith staples that you can read through and adopt.
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The only rule is: if your spirit stirs, it’s yours to keep. ☺️ 🍂
Listen, even John the Baptist had doubts and questions. It’s natural to question God when things take a turn you you never saw coming.
Jesus indulged his questions, and answered them pointedly, in a way that John could read between the lines on.
He didn’t outrightly promise John that He would open his prison doors, but He reminded John that He could.
And, for John?
That was enough.
P.S. This is part of a longer writing piece. To read it in its entirety, visit JaneJohnson.com/blog
Can I tell you a secret?
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One of the most basic tools for a strategic quiet time is also often one of the most overlooked.
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A Bible reading plan isn’t just a list of passages to read or a type-A lover’s dream of a checklist to mark off. Every one of those daily passages serve as a stepping stone into the general vicinity of your morning reading. And every time your spirit pulls at a word, or your eyes flit to a cross-reference?
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THAT’S when the Holy Spirit is tailoring the reading plan to you and your right-now.
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It’s the first stop in learning to recognize the nuances of God’s voice speaking to you, if you let it.
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Comment “plan” and I’ll DM you a link to download my favorite Bible reading plan!
The last quarter of my year took a sharp turn toward rest a few weeks ago when God dropped two distinct words heavily into the core of my spirit: fallow ground.
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As soon as He did, I went digging to see what the Bible had to say about them. I was shocked to find it tucked in with the law of Sabbaths in Exodus 23, and not for any other reason besides the fact that I had never paid attention to the fact that God commanded TWO types of Sabbaths. Turns out, the weekly Sabbath that we are all familiar with? It’s the second. The first? The one that sets the precedent and lays the groundwork? It’s the seventh-YEAR Sabbath.
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“Six years you shall sow your land and gather in its produce,” God said in Exodus 23:10-11, “but the seventh year you shall let it rest and lie fallow, that the poor of your people may eat.”
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The short version of the fallow ground story? It’s not a barren, bare, or otherwise unplanted field that’s sitting out there in its bare dirt clumps.
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It’s fertile ground left uncultivated.
It’s letting something lay that’s working well, producing well, growing well, and flourishing.
It’s releasing all ownership to any of its produce and letting anyone come and take of it freely.
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It’s something you and I are entirely control of. God commands it, yes. And, like anything else, it’s up to us to do it.
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And the long version of the story (including how I came to take all of this VERY literally)? That’s too much to fit here. You can read the full-length post on my blog:
JaneJohnson.com
Went sent our baby girl off to kindergarten this morning, alongside her big 1st and 3rd-grade brothers. But, as many of you know with this youngest baby milestone, it’s not just sending her off. It’s tying up the bow on toddlerhood and the years of baby-raising and little ones and three hours of sleep and fighting for every nap.
We’ve potty-trained, paci-weaned, ditched car seats for boosters, and learned to swim. It’s been nearly nine years of not knowing what the heck I’m doing alongside middle-of-the-night research, gut instinct following, endless desperate prayer for wisdom, and peeling clinging arms off of my neck because I know they are braver than they think they are.
That baby girl? She was the clingiest of all. All of preschool was marked by tearful drop-offs and swift exits. And this morning, in a brand new school with no one she knew, she showed me just how much she grew in the last year. She walked right into her classroom, sat in her chair, gave me a smile, and began to color.
I, as you might expect, cried the moment I climbed into my empty car. I expected that. I didn’t expect to see my tiny little fluff of a bird fly today. To see her so big. So confident. So fearless. So beautiful. But she puffed her chest and spread her wings the way that I always knew she could, and in her own little perfect, kindergartener timing.
If you need me, I’ll be basking in the silence of my clean home until further notice (or, at least, until 2:45 pickup).
