Sometimes you don’t need a word from Jesus; you just need to rest in His presence. Sometimes you don’t need to ask anything of Jesus, you just need to lean back against His chest and listen to His heartbeat. Close your eyes and rest, the enemy dare not attack, you are in the bosom of the King of Kings.

Sometimes your hands become blistered from pulling on the rope in this tug-of-war called life. Stop, and in the name of Jesus call a time-out. Climb onto His lap, take His nail-scarred hand in your hand and trace those fingers that have traced your life. Feel the nail print in the hand that holds your salvation. Close your eyes and rest, the enemy dare not attack, you hold the hand of the God of all creation.

Sometimes people will break your heart. The tears flow like a river and you want to give up. So, give up. Climb onto the lap of Jesus, and lean against His breast. The tears He once shed, He shed for you. The blood he once bled, He bled for you. Listen to his heartbeat. This heart was broken for you and now it beats for you. Close your eyes and rest, the enemy dare not attack, because you are near to the heart of God.

Sometimes you just get tired. It seems the battle will never end. Your arms that have held the shield and swung the sword are weak and hanging limply by your side. You are tired of being a warrior and you long to just be a child. So, become a child again. With childlike faith climb onto the lap of the Savior and feel His lips as they kiss the top of your head. His shield is your hiding place and His sword is your protection. Close your eyes and rest; the enemy dare not attack because you are a child of the Mighty God, the Everlasting Father, and the Prince of Peace

Douglas & Deborah Huff

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This Old House

This Old House

On April 16,1978 Deborah and I were married. On that day, by God’s Grace the two of us became one . In 1979 we purchased a house and it has been our home every since . In this house we have laughed and cried, we have fought and made up, we have celebrated and mourned. This is were we live. In this house we raised our family and every inch of it is coated with memories. It is our home, but it is not us, it is not our marriage.

This house greatly reflects our personalities. We are familiar with all the creaks and pops and every crack in the walls. There is contentment to be found in its every flaw and we want no more comfortable place than is our house. But if it is taken from us tonite and if tomorrow we are homeless we will still have each other because what God has joined together nothing can put asunder. You see this house is our home, but it is not us, it is not our marriage.

All over this land there are buildings that people call churches. Some are beautiful brick and mortar structures while others look more like metal warehouses. In these buildings church members have laughed and cried, they have fought and made up and they have celebrated and they have mourned. In these buildings the family of God has grown and they are filled with memories. But if all these buildings were destroyed today and we had no place to gather, we would still gather and we would still worship God. These buildings are not the church, they are not our salvation.

The church is the bride of Christ, Jesus is the bridegroom . He loves the church and He gave His life for her. But when Jesus said,” I will build my Church” He was not talking about brick and mortar. No, He was talking about us. Those of us who are His followers, we are His bride, we are His church. We have been chosen by God to be precious, living stones in the spiritual house that Jesus is building.

One day all these buildings that people call churches will rot and burn, they were never meant to be permanent. However The church that is the bride of Christ is built on a firm foundation and will never fail. Christ loves the church and gave Himself for us, He has sanctified and cleanse us and one day we will be presented to Him as a glorious church, holy and without blemish.

Douglas & Deborah Huff

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Save Nothing

             Jesus was sharing a meal with a group of men. These men perceived themselves to be very important. A woman came into their presence, a woman the men considered to be unworthy of their time. In her hands she carried an alabaster box of very expensive perfumed oil. This box and its contents are worth more than most people make in a year.

            She takes this box and breaks it. Then she pours all of the oil on Jesus. In absolute worship and complete brokenness, the lady bows at the feet of Jesus. Her tears mix with the perfume as she anoints the feet of the Savior and wipes them with her hair. She knows that in order to worship God you must be completely broken and poured out for Him. You cannot hold anything back.

            The men present that day were angry at the woman. They were partially angry because they thought that she was not fit to be there and they were partially angry because she wasted this valuable ointment. But the real reason they were angry was the contrast between their worship of God and hers. Their worship of God was an attempt to manipulate Him into giving them what they wanted. When she worshiped she expected nothing in return, she truly took up her cross and died to herself.

            What about you? If you received nothing in return, if there were no blessings to be had and no prayers were answered, would you still bow at the feet of Jesus? Yes, there is salvation to be gained. There is hell to be rescued from and heaven to received but what if there wasn’t?  Would you still worship God?

            My friends let me tell you. My God is worthy of all honor and glory and praise.  It does not matter if I receive anything in return. He is the Creator and Owner of all things and He alone is worthy of all I have. I will save nothing for myself, I will be broken and poured out for My Savior.

Douglas & Deborah Huff

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Mother’s Day

Towels, washcloths, Kleenex, baby wipes, dish towels, and aprons. I believe that these things could be seen as emblems of motherhood because mamas are always wiping something. They wipe stinky bottoms, snotty noses, skinned knees and they have been known to wash a dirty face with spit and a Kleenex. Their time seems to be filled with wiping down kitchen counters, bathroom floors and the tears of broken hearted children. There is one thing for sure, mamas are always wiping something.

In the book of Judges there is woman named Deborah who served as a Judge and leader in the nation of Israel. She was a genuine hero in the history of God’s people and yet when she referred to herself in Judges 5:7, she spoke of herself simply as a “mother in Israel”. She was a poet, a prophetess, a judge and a heroic leader but her greatest source of pride and joy was in the fact that she was a mother. I believe that she knew that there is no higher calling on earth than motherhood.

The fact is while mamas might think that all they do is dry tears and wipe noses and bottoms in reality what Mama is doing is molding young lives and shaping the future. For this reason, we should all rise up and call our mothers and wives blessed. Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing, but a mother who fears the Lord and loves her family should be praised.

On this Mother’s Day, I want to honor the memories of my two grandmothers and my mother-in-law. I also want to give honor to my Mama and my Wife, their worth is far above rubies or any other earthly treasure. To all mothers, on this day and every day you are highly favored and greatly blessed. Thank you for always wiping up our mess.

Douglas Huff

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