Laurel Thomas

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August 2016



Precious Seed in the River

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Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy. Those who go out weeping, carrying seed to sow, will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with them.
Psalm 126 5-6

Well, crum. It was a loss. Not a big one. Just a disappointment.

Okay. More than one owie had gathered like a bunch of bullies on my playground. I still had a happy heart. No big deal.

Except it was. I struggled for days and couldn’t shrug off the pain of seeing what I’d hoped for slip away. I couldn’t convince myself it didn’t matter.

That’d been an unhealthy bio of mine for too long. Stuff and restuff. Hope the hurt disappeared out of sheer will power.

But when the hurt wouldn’t go away, I went to the Lord. Sure enough, He had an answer. It was about precious seed.

Precious seed to a farmer was the seed he planted when planting was costly. He could’ve ground it up and made bread for his hungry children. Instead he planted it. With tears. And with an eye toward the future.

The loss wasn’t theoretical. I couldn’t pretend that what I hoped and dreamed for hadn’t slipped away. I couldn’t confuse denial with faith. Faith acknowledged loss for what it was. A seed that was precious in God’s eyes.

He cared every time I’d been ripped off. He wept at the loss that tore at my gut. Disappointment wasn’t His tool to make me humble. He was my Friend.

I didn’t agree with the doctrine of “Well, it was God’s will.” Or, “You just never know about the will of God.” The will of God was and is good because He’s good. He valued the treasure of my expectations.

My loss, as a seed, carried life. His promise was that if I planted it, He’d tend it well. It would grow into a tree that carried life on every branch. Life so big it kept multiplying in more ways than ever looked possible in one tiny seed.

It was the seed I was tempted to grind up and eat. The one I didn’t realize was more precious to God than to me. If I’d trust Him that it mattered.

I might have felt a little plundered when I dropped that loss into the soil of His heart. But I had an eye to the future. The seed of loss planted in eternity wasn’t only noticed, it was cherished.

Its harvest will feed a lot of people. And turn grief into joy. Because of precious seed, those who hope in Him will never be disappointed or put to shame.
I Peter 2:6



September 2015



A Ride in the River

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How does God talk to you?

I have a favorite Scripture that promises His communication with us. It’s in Psalm 85:9.

“I will hear what God the Lord will speak, for He will speak Shalom to His people…”

Shalom can’t be translated with a single word. It’s a big word with lots of substance. It comes from the Hebrew, Shalem, which means complete. Shalom is the source behind vibrant health, happy relationships, plenty of what we need, and perfect order. It’s also the absence of conflict, disorder, pain, hunger and lack.

We can keep in mind that when He speaks to us, it’s in the fullness of all that Shalom means. Even when He’s correcting us or adjusting a bad attitude!

Here’s an example. I woke up with a dream Sunday morning. Not a spectacular one that woke me out of a sound sleep. But the kind I could forget as the busyness of the day took over.

In my dream I was graduating. Not only that, I was supposed to bring up the rear of the class with a banner of some sort. My preparations should have been easy, but the most basic things were falling apart. My cap and gown were at home, my car was in another place, and I couldn’t find my keys. At one point, I sat down and cried, “I’ll never make it!”

Just then, someone turned to me. I didn’t get a clear picture of his face. Only that I knew he loved me and I loved him. He said, “I’ll take you.”

I stared for a minute, thinking of the traffic and parking hassles I could skip. It was a no-brainer. I said, “Yes!”

Because of my driver, I made it there on time, with no stress or shame over my inability get where I needed to go.

What did this dream story mean? I knew a few dream symbols. Vehicle usually symbolizes a ministry or gifting. Keys represent authority. That was bad news. My ministry (car) couldn’t go anywhere without my authority (keys).

So, I asked Him to help me understand His message. Here’s my stab at an interpretation.

Our ministry and authority may not be enough to get us where we need to go in the days ahead. But we’ve been invited for a ride. It’s a ride with Him at the helm, in His vehicle and with His authority. When we think we’re too late, we can look for our Friend. He’ll get us there on time.

This seems almost too good to be true, like the Shalom He promises when He speaks. So, every morning I say, “Yes. Yes, to Your ride, Lord.”

I decide not to worry about the limits of what I can do each day. Sometimes life requires more than I have, but that doesn’t mean I’ve failed. I’ll keep my eye out for His presence and climb on board with Him.

He’s speaking Shalom to us. We know it’s Him when the message is far better than we expected. What are you hearing these days?

Shalom in the River,

Laurel Thomas



December 2013



No Hiding in the River

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In my dream, I peeked around a front door to the street outside. With the door in my hand, I could look outside, then duck back into hiding if someone looked in my direction. A man walked toward a convenience store across the street. I thought, “He looks like Jesus.” He stopped before he walked into the store. We made eye contact and I knew. It was Him.

Some dreams come from a heavy carb-load the night before. Or an over-active mind causes dreams to run zigzag throughout our slumber. Some dreams come from the Lord. A dream in vivid clarity with details we don’t forget may be a message from God. Most are in code, like a puzzle whose finished image awaits the correct placement of each piece.

This dream wasn’t hard to figure out. I saw a picture of myself. I was hiding. A door, directed by my hands, shielded me until I was sure it was the Lord approaching. Even then, I wasn’t quick to come out.

I’ve hidden for many reasons over my lifetime. I’ve hidden when I’ve felt ashamed about something and didn’t want to be exposed. I’ve scurried to shelter when danger threatened. Sometimes that danger was real. Sometimes it wasn’t.

This door of fear has many faces. I may fear rejection, so sabotage relationships before they  reject me. Or fear failure, so won’t try something new. Even this morning, I head to the refrigerator for my stash of homemade toffee. A delicious smokescreen masking uncertainty and fear of sharing my heart.

An insightful man, Lance Wallnau, says God doesn’t call us to success. He calls us to preeminence. God wants us noticed. He’s created us in such artistry, He wants us to shine. Why do we sabotage ourselves? Usually it’s because we believe lies about God and  about ourselves.

Moses had extraordinary circumstances. He killed a man, ran away, and ended up in the desert where he met God who called him back to face his greatest failure. Okay, I don’t have a story like that. I was born in Fargo, North Dakota. My mom figured out she had married an alcoholic by the time she was pregnant with me. A doctor who didn’t want to miss vacation induced her labor before I was ready. Thirty-six hours later, she delivered me as her army husband served in Korea.

We all have stuff. Life can be hard. Just when we think we are stuck in failure’s grip, God comes to visit. He comes with an assignment.

Moses heard his assignment and argued with God. He said, “Look, Your people won’t even listen to me. How do you expect Pharaoh to? And besides, I stutter.” God didn’t respond, except to repeat the mission. “Listen, obey, and get My people out of slavery.” End of story.

The assignment wasn’t one Moses concocted. It was from God. We have a God call, too. It exists to conquer impossible odds of defeat and captivity. It has the strength and tenacity to accomplish God’s plan, despite our fears.

We can toss the “Aw, shucks, it’s just little ole’ me.” God is calling us out. Not to show off our abilities, but to showcase His. When we ignore our own accusations and embrace His calling, we’ll find a people waiting for us.

It is always a mission impossible. We choose between faith and fear. But we belong to a big God with a bigger plan than we’ve dreamed. It’s worth coming out of hiding for.