Lou Moore

Lou Moore

Monday, 10 April 2017 08:26

God is Still God

This morning was a fairly typical morning in the Moore household.  I sat down to do a 10 minute devotional from IF:Equip and got about half way through before Martha wanted a story and/or Rupert needed feeding.  This is what life is like with two little ones.  There isn't much time.  Life is hectic, fast, messy and also brilliant fun.  It is hard to remember let alone find time to do a quiet time.  It is tricky to engage in church whilst keeping an eye on toddlers running around or keeping babies quiet.  It would be easier to disengage and feel guilty that church and faith sometimes doesn't "feel" like it used to.  Something has changed and it can be easy to think it is God rather than the season we are in.

 

I relayed this story to a friend and she replied, "yup, they don't call it the black years for nothing!" and I instantly wanted to reject that name.  The black years. How many times do we name a season negatively and then live as if there is truth in that name?

 

 

Friends, I don't know what life is throwing at you during this time.  Maybe you are tired.  Perhaps you are grieving.  Disillusioned? Disappointed?  Doubting? Whatever it is you are going through at the moment, God is still God.  He is BIG enough for all the emotions, all the turbulence, all the surprises we are dealt.  And He can still move.  Whether it feels like He is or not.  We can trust Him to be God in the good times and the bad.  The happy and sad.  The colourful and the black.

 

There is a beautiful chorus in the "Desert song" by Hillsong that goes...

 

"All of my life, in every season

You are still God

I have a reason to sing

I have a reason to worship"

 

What ever the colour of your season, we still have reasons to worship.  So let's not sit back, let's stand up.  Let's not back off but lean in.  Let's remind ourselves that He is still God and big enough for where we find ourselves.

"The Prodigal Son" Charlie Mackesy
 
 
 
At church a couple of Sundays ago, our guest Jon Petersen asked us to reflect on the following scripture:
 
“Even before he made the world, God loved us and chose us to be holy and without fault in His eyes. God decided in advance to adopt us into his own family by bringing us to himself through Jesus Christ” Ephesians 1:4-5
 
What incredible words and what an incredible God that we can not only know Jesus as Saviour but have a Father who loved us before we were conceived and adopted us into His family, not as slaves or orphans but as full sons and daughters with the full inheritance that that name invites. 
 
As Jon was reminding us, the story of the Prodigal Son reminds us of how lavish the Father was, loving his son to the extreme by running to greet him whilst still far away, and bestowing upon him that all-important ring, that we can do business on behalf of our Father. Incredible for a son who, days before, was squandering away his father’s wealth.
 
As 21st Century Brits we can often forget that when we were far away, God ran towards each one of us, and that nothing we can do can change the course of the tidal wave of love that God has for us. We remember salvation but somehow stop short of the fullness of God’s plan for our lives.
 
On the Ignite discipleship course last year, we had 17 students meeting every Monday evening in term time to build together a foundation of Bible knowledge and discover together the fullness of our identity in Christ.
 
In January 2017, we are looking to run the course again, for a 7 month duration, on Monday evenings in term time at Revelation Central, the church offices on St. Pancras, Chichester. 
 
If you are eager to know more about Ignite, or interested to hear more about discipleship within Revelation Family Church, why not contact Lou Moore and Andrew Benson at This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.
 
Andrew Benson
Tuesday, 03 November 2015 11:43

There is no pride in going alone

 

I am a few months in to being a mother of two and I have just about caught my breath.  There have been situations and circumstances that have made this adjustment just that little bit harder but it finally feels like we are getting the hang of it.  At least, there are hours (sometimes maybe a day) where I think I have it all together and I am coping well.  And then something happens... my eczema flares up, we get a set back on our plans, the children get ill, someone asks something of me that is more than I can give and then I am not so much coping but surviving.  The guilt sets in and I am ashamed to say that for this season I. Am. Not. Coping. 

 

You see, I have always prided myself on the fact that I can get on with things, that I keep going, that I cope.  So it was a bit of a shock to learn that suddenly I cannot do all of this by myself.  Of course this isn't the first thing I have found difficult. There have been tricky times before but I've got through them. And therein lies the problem.  I.  I have got through them. At least that is what I seem to have been telling myself.  God is definitely trying to teach me a lesson here that I have, (excuse my bluntness) been too thick to learn.  This time round, despite dusting myself off after each fall, the punches have kept on rolling and I am feeling done in. In this season I am having to accept help, to learn to rest, to say no and put things down.  I have had to reassess priorities and put boundaries in. 

 

And I am still wrestling with this lesson.

 

But despite feeling shame in not being able to do it all, although I worry what asking for help says about me. God is reminding me that there is no pride in being able to do it all, no badge of honour for being so independent you don't need anyone else. Instead He tells us that His power is made perfect in our weakness and that we should boast all the more gladly in our weaknesses so that His power can work through us (1 Corinthians 12v9).  In fact, Jesus said we are blessed if we are poor in spirit (Matthew 5). It is not for us to hold it all together, to do it all in our own strength, priding ourselves on being independent and ok.  It was never the point.  We were designed to need each other.  To need him. That's how the body works, we need each part to function like we were created to.  We were never created to go it alone.  Phew!

 

So when we can be brave enough to show up and take the risk to expose what is really going on for us, not only can we experience true community as we ask others to stand with us in it.  But we also allow God to be who is he is meant to be. Our God. Our Father. Our comforter.  Our provider.  Our councillor. Our strength.  

  

Monday, 21 September 2015 11:57

Freedom within Boundaries

 

 

Freedom within boundaries

 

I have been watching my 2 yr old daughter Martha walk round the kitchen, mainly talking gobble-de-gook to herself, hearing her repeat phrases that I must say a million times a day that she has picked up.  "Right", "so", "that's it, good girl", all hilarious little conversations between her and her baby that mimic our daily dialogue.  But then I am caught off guard as she walks round the room again, pointing to various items and repeating, "No....."  "mummy cross,” and my heart breaks.  I worry, wondering whether this is her overriding feeling of what I am saying to her day in, day out.  That I am a stern figure ruining her fun, managing her, rather than releasing her.  Controlling, rather than empowering. 

 

The thing is, in reality, I do say ‘no’.  No to when she is about to touch something that will hurt her.  No to things that aren't good for her.  No to things that she wants but because she is two and I am not, I am aware of things she isn't yet. (There are also a number of not so noble reasons I say no too!) So, yes I say no. Not because I want to restrict her, but because I want her to be safe and secure.  Can you see where I am going with this?

 

In this very average, every day moment, God reminded me again about who He is.  He is not an angry parent, saying no to every desire, every road we want to travel down.  He isn't putting in arbitrary rules to ruin our fun, but because He is God and we are not, He knows what's best for His children.  He knows what will bring us goodness, what will bring us joy. 

 

With Him, there is always more freedom within the boundaries He puts in place.  We just have to choose to trust His goodness.  His faithfulness.  His love.

Tuesday, 03 March 2015 09:55

"I believe in the fairy tale marriage"

 

 

Let me just say from the get go: I am for marriage (I am also for singleness). I am for healthy, functioning relationships. I believe in the fairy tale marriage. *Gasp*…It’s just that I have a slightly different view of what that looks like to the picture we are sold by this world.

In the wake of Valentine’s Day and the beautiful card and flowers still sitting on my dining room table, I find myself with a sense of sadness.  I’m sad because when I look past the pretty filters of Instagram and the carefully constructed statuses on Facebook, I know there are people who are hurting and aching because their relationships don’t seem to measure up to those that the movies depict or the perfect life that social media portrays.

So let me tell you what I believe a fairy tale marriage/relationship looks like….

It looks like patience. 

Kindness.

Honouring.

Putting others first.

Truth telling.

Hopeful.

Persevering.

Sound familiar?  This is what 1 Corinthians 13, biblical love looks like.  The Message puts it like this…

 

Love never gives up.

Love cares more for others than for self.

Love doesn’t want what it doesn’t have.

Love doesn’t strut,

Doesn’t have a swelled head,

Doesn’t force itself on others,

Isn’t always “me first,”

Doesn’t fly off the handle,

Doesn’t keep score of the sins of others,

Doesn’t revel when others grovel,

Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,

Puts up with anything,

Trusts God always,

Always looks for the best,

Never looks back,

But keeps going to the end.

Love never dies.

 

I don’t know about you but none of these things come naturally to me.  By nature I am selfish and sinful, so this idea of love is hard. work. This is love that needs constant work.  Constant grace.  Constant forgiveness.  It needs Jesus. Every. Single. Day.

It may not sound glamorous, but it is real and it is SO worthwhile.  When we subscribe to this ideal, we get a glimpse of what God created marriage to be.  Two people growing together, daily choosing each other.  Preferring the other’s needs above their own.  Wouldn’t a world where people chose to love like this be something to be reckoned with!!!

Monday, 09 July 2012 21:11

Lou's blog: Prompted to pray at work

I'll let you in on a secret, I am not very good at praying.  I find it hard.  I get distracted.  I can't find the words.  I tell myself I don't have the time.  I doubt.  I get myself to a place where I know I should have been on my knees way before getting here, and then don't know where to start.

When was the last time you prayed?  

This week at school, I have been prompted to pray by my team at school.  They don't go to church.  I'm not even sure if they believe in God, but yet they have each challenged me to pray.  There have been times they have asked me to pray for things, from weather to more serious situations.  And there have been times something good has happened and they ask if I had been praying.  I am sure some of this was in jest, but the challenge was still heard.  ARE YOU PRAYING LOU?

And yes, I have been a bit more this week.  Not long prayers.  Short phrases shot up to God about daily situations. And do you know what, some of them where answered.  I hadn't even given the prayers a second thought until a colleague pointed out, what they asked me to pray happened.  Thank goodness God is more faithful than me.

Despite my failing and reservations, I know prayer is a way into an intimate relationship with God.  We need to spend time and converse with Him, just like you would to grow a healthy friendship.  So where do we start?

"Look to the LORD and his strength; seek his face always." 1 Chronicles 16:11

We start my seeking his face.  We start by building a relationship.

Praise Him.

Thank Him for the blessings bestowed each day.

Say sorry for where you have fallen down.

Present your requests.

Wait.

Listen.

Do it again!

We can be reassured that when words fail us that God knows our heart (Acts 15v8) and that Jesus intercedes on our behalf (Romans 8v34).  We don't have to pray long prayers, out loud for all to hear (Matthew 6:5-12) and we can take comfort that the Lord is close when we call, however long its been (Psalms 145:18).

But lets not settle for that.  Lets challenge ourselves to pray.  Pray for those around us.  For our colleagues.  Our friends.  Our family.  Use them as your prompt.  Pray for their days.  Pray for their family.  Pray for blessing.  Thank God for them.  Pray for the situations they are in.   Help them give their worries to God. Pray that God would meet them.

Just pray.  

Wednesday, 06 June 2012 23:51

Lou's blog: Finding my way back...

It's been a while since my last post.  It's been a while since I have felt I have anything to say.  It's been a while since I have felt like I have anything to give.  It's been a while since I have felt God speak, since I have felt His love. It's been a while.

It feels better just writing that.  Admitting it.  Relief.

Have you ever felt like that?

I have felt a bit lost recently.  I guess I have been hurting.  And when I am hurt, I hide.  From friends.  From family.  From God.  I have been mad.  Disappointed.  Confused.  Frustrated.  And hurt.

Today as I have been cleaning the house and adding little homely touches, I listened to a talk and then whacked the worship music on LOUD.  As the words and truths permeated my being, tears ran down my face.

 "How many time have you found me wandering in the rubble of yesterdays hope.  Weighed down with burdens, barely standing but, I am desperate to see you again. I'm running into your arms of grace, with no reason to hide away.  It's not the first time I've been in this place but I'm come home again.  Welcomed home again."

God welcomed me home again today.  I have kept Him out of the hurt corners of my heart.  I have kept Him at arms length.  But today He welcomed me with GRACE.  Today as the tears fell, so did the walls.

You see, when I am hurt, I retreat.  I become a recluse.  I try and stand by myself.  I close myself off from love.  From the promises He has spoken over my future.  I believe the lies.  And then I blink and find myself distant, alone.  And I try and find my own way back again.  Believing that I have to do the work.  That I have to start again.  That I have to have my "routine" right before I can face Him.

“But while Lou was still a long way off, her father saw her and was filled with compassion for her; he ran to his daughter, threw his arms around her and kissed her."

The parable of the Lost Son tells us something different.  I may feel more comfortable being punished for being distant, to apologise forever, to pay the price.  But God bridges any gap we put between us and Him.  He runs to us and embraces us with His forgiving arms of grace.  We will find Him waiting for us to return.

Today, my only response could be to lift my hands and exalt Him.  Proclaim truths where there had been the whisper of lies.  Step up and out where I have held back.  Fall on my knees and lay it all down again.  Relinquish control.

As I prettied the house, I read over some promises and prayers written out on our wedding day by friends and family.  I read over prophecies given to me.  I forced myself to dream again.  They had been forgotten, tarred by faithlessness.  But today as I found myself on the way back, I reclaimed them.  I put them into a centre piece on my table where I can see them daily.  So I can be reminded.  Encouraged.  Inspired.

"I run this race set before me with perseverance, so that I can be all that God has created me to be."

So, with my heart bowed low and my hands held high, all I can do is walk with Him and build up a dialogue where there has been silence for a while.

Zovirax


These last few weeks have been an emotional roller-coaster. There have been amazing highs and some swooping lows.  It is has been tiring and draining but I still have the overwhelming sense that God is there.  God has been speaking clearly over the last couple of weeks.  Prophetically through others.  Visually through pictures.  Amazingly through every day life.   It feels like spring has finally arrived.  

All the little pictures and whispers have been specific and spot on.  They have been a relief to hear since winter felt very sparse.  Spring has already bought many new things.

Challenge to step into what God has in store for me.

Permission to step up and out.

Reassurance that I am loved.

Insight into what is in store.

But Gods whispers are not just for me.  They are for you.  He loves you with an everlasting love.  He has started doing good work in you and will not stop until it is finished.  He has good plans to prosper you and not to harm you. You are part of the plan and you are unique.  It cant be done the same without you.

So many times I have opted out because I have not grasped those truths.  There always seems to be someone better, more experienced.  Someone more connected to God.  But it is not about what you or I bring, its that we opt in.  Whether we turn up.  God puts what we need inside us when we need it.  He doesn't call the equipped, he equips the called.  And you are all called. You are equipped.

I had a picture recently of golden orbs of light falling down from the sky into people.  As I was mulling it over and wondering what it meant I felt like God was saying He was giving us the gifts and abilities we had laid down when we chose to believe we are not called.  Not part of the plan.  Insignificant.  He has held them and looked after them, but now He was giving them back to us to use.

You may not think you have anything to offer.  I guess in some ways you might be right.  Its not about you, its about God working through you.  It is His wisdom, prophesies, words of knowledge, kindness, hospitality,  love that we can give away and bless others with.  It is not in our own strength.  All He asks is for us to be still and know that He is God.  We are just a vessel He chooses to use.  But we have to step out and use it to get those things to give away.  They are not for us to keep to ourselves.

So, my challenge to you is this.  Will you pick up that golden orb of light?  Will you use what God has given you?  Is giving you?  Will you step out in faith?  Will you look to bless others?  Really seek it out?  Will you practice and learn how to use your gift in the best way? Will you practice on a Sunday so it comes more natural when its Monday to Saturday? Will you choose to opt in and be used?

You were born for such a time as this.  To be used.  To bless.  To make an impact.

 

 

Does your heart start racing when you start to hear or see the values that you hold dearest? Mine does....

  • DEPTH
  • CONNECTION
  • TRANSPARENCY
  • LOVE
  • KINDNESS
  • INTEGRITY
  • COMMUNITY
  • FAITHFULLNESS
  • HOSPITALITY
  • AUTHENTICITY
  • GENEROSITY
  • GROWTH
  • WONDER
  • VULNERABILITY
  • CREATIVITY

I hear these words or I see them in action and life excites me.  It sometimes surprises me.  I have been bowled over recently by stories of people showing the most amazing compassion, integrity, creativity, vulnerability and kindness.  For me, this is what makes life worth while.

I regularly check what I do and how I am against the values that are most important to me.  I often don't measure up.  I often settle for less than what I want.  I choose ease over living life to the full.  I choose selfishness over community.  Pretence over authenticity.  Hiding rather than being transparent.  I am faithless rather than faithful.  Surface rather than depth.  But I do try.  There is something within me that seems to not want to settle and until it finds what it is truly seeking.

My heart will also start to beat, panicked, when these values are dishonoured.  Often by me.  Sometimes by others.  My conscience reminds me, yet still I walk into situations where I choose what is 'less'. And as a result I am less. These values are who I want to be.  Who I am meant to be.  Created to be.  And when I choose to be a lesser version, it hurts.  Life is not so bright, so full. And neither am I.

God has called us to be many things.  We are called to be living wholehearted, full lives.  I think He has sown individual values into our characters.  Our souls.  And we notice when they are not honoured.  When we don't measure up.  I think it is because we are not yet who we are created to be. And that ache in your heart, that's the reminder.  We see glimpses now and then.  But we are not there yet. We have to persevere.  To reflect.  Grow.  Choose.

God is showing me that I CAN choose.  I have been convicted of the phrase "that's just who I am!"  The many times I have been less than what I can be is because I have allowed myself to believe that it is out of my hands and that the box I put myself in is really who I am.  It is not.  I am an evolving being that is sum of her choices.

We can choose and own the consequences of our choices.  And then choose again.   This is freedom

So lets do just that.  Lets choose daily.  Choose to be what God has created us to be.  Choose to change and grow.  When we grasp the fact that we hold the reigns of life, we are set free and can move in the direction God calls us.

Wednesday, 29 February 2012 22:25

Lou Blog: It's not yours to carry

Today, I sat in a room with professionals who all work with young people learning about the sad subject of child protection.  We were reminded that we not only have a responsibility but a duty of care for the young people we are in contact with. My heart started to race, the proverbial walls started to close in.  Fear and panic gripped me.  The weight of that responsibility is heavy.  The consequences of decisions I can make are huge.  As we looked at case studies, I realised that, in some cases, it is life or death.  To say I felt under qualified is an under statement.

In my role, I mostly feel like I am juggling students.  Picking up the ones that need some extra care and attention.  But it often feels like I am dropping them or don't have enough hands to hold them all.  I deeply care for a lot of these students.  Don't get me wrong, they also infuriate me and frustrate me.  But I care.  I carry them with me.  Sometimes they weigh heavily on me.  And sometimes I feel like I drop them because it all gets a bit much.  I snap.  I lose focus.  I fail at being who I wanted to be in this school.

Today as we were hearing more about legislation and practice when dealing with child protection issues, I was mentally preparing for picking up even more burdens.  Seeing more sadness.  Facing even more darkness.  And then I stopped.

"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light." Matthew 11:28-30
These burdens are not mine to carry.  They never were.  But although this is a relief to remember, I am not good at putting them down.  I don't realise they are still in my arms until the pounding headache starts.  The sleepless nights persist.  The impatience sets in.  But I must learn.
The bible is FULL of wisdom reminding us of Gods care and love.  His power in situations.  His plea for us to surrender ourselves and the burdens we carry to Him.  He reminds us that it will be ok in the end.  The verse that is resonating with me at the moment is from Psalm 91..

“He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say to the LORD, “My refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.

He will cover you with his pinions, and under his wings you will find refuge;
His faithfulness is a shield and buckler. You will not fear the terror of the night,
nor the arrow that flies by day. ” 

I find that place "under his wings" when I spend time in His presence.  Time in nature.  In beauty.  In prayer.  That is when I can willingly give over the burdens.  Entrust Him with those I carry.  That is where I learn to share.  To put down what is heavy and pick up *LOVE*.  If I carry what is not mine, I end up tired.  Impatient.  Stressed.  Worn out.  And weighed down.  But with picking up what God has given me I will have the strength to face each day.  Each situation.  With grace.  With compassion.  With love. I will have the resources I need to care long term.  To help.  To stand with each individual.  To be able to know that it will be ok in the end.

God has got it.

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