Friday, July 29, 2022

Like Those Who Dream: Chapter 8, English Lessons

Like Those Who Dream: Chapter 8, English Lessons
-Roy Lessin, Meeting in the Meadow


English Lessons

Behold, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs forth; do you not perceive and know it and will you not give heed to it? I will even make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert. Isaiah 43:19

My family had moved several times when I was growing up. When my mom and dad separated, and then divorced, my mom moved more often. Some of those moves meant a change in schools. One of those changes put me behind in my grade level and from that point on I felt I was always trying to catch up in school. I was not a great student. It was not a problem of intelligence, but a problem of indifference that kept me from doing well. My interests were in things outside of school and it was hard for me to keep motivated in my studies. 

After her divorce, my mom needed to find a job. From the time I was nine, until I left home at eighteen to join the army, my mom worked fulltime. When I got into my teen-years I was pretty much on my own.  With my dad gone and my mom working, I grew up without a lot of rules, restraints or discipline. This carried over into my school life. As I grew older I viewed school, not as something to benefit me, but as something to get through; something that was in the way of what really interested me—sports, friends, parties, and more sports. My main interest in high school was the football program (even though I was small compared to most of the kids who went out for football, I was quicker than most, and made the starting team all three years).

Because of my failure to study and prepare well for tests, I would often cheat. I cheated because I felt it was more important to pass a test than to learn about the subject. I became quite good at doing something bad. Often, I would write down answers on my palms with an ink-pen. It worked well if I could keep my palms from sweating. Sometimes I would copy my classmate’s answers, if they would let me peek.

Math and English were my worst subjects. Once, during a spelling test, I placed the list of spelling words around the spine of a book that was sitting on the teacher’s desk. My chair was in the front row, directly across from the desk. Each time the teacher read out a word for us to spell I would look at the spine of the book in front of me and write down the correct spelling (If I had spent as much time studying as I did trying to figure out ways to cheat, I would have made the honor roll.)

My worst experience in English came in the tenth grade. The course was based upon the foundations that were taught the previous year in a ninth grade class—a class I didn’t attend. I was not prepared. Sentence diagramming was a big part of our studies, and I was bewildered most of the time. By the end of the school year I received my just reward, an “F”…It was the only class I ever flunked. The next year I had to take the class over, and somehow I managed to pass. By my senior year I was sick of English. I hated everything about it and couldn’t wait to graduate and be done with it. To my horror, when I joined the military after high school, I was placed in an Ordnance Unit. I was given the job of Clerk Typist. As part of my training for this job the Army put me through sixty more hours of English!

When I left the Army and decided to go to Valley College, I was asked by the school to take an entrance exam. One of the purposes for the exam was to see where my skill level was in English. Based on my score, I would be placed in either an advanced English class or a dumbbell English class (I knew where I belonged without a test). 

When the time came for school to begin I discovered the school had somehow lost my entrance test results. Rather than have me retake the test, they decided to give me my brother’s scores (My brother, Don, was a journalism major. He was a great writer and excelled in English.)

“Just great!” I thought. Instead of dumbbell English, where I should have been, I was placed in an advanced, creative writing class. I was way out of my league! That semester the class was assigned fifteen papers to write on various themes. I followed the assignments and turned in every paper. It didn’t matter what the theme was, or how hard I tried, I always received the same grade, a “D-”.

“I would flunk you,” the teacher said, “but since you turn in your work, I will give you a “D-“. I am sorry, but you cannot write at a college level.”

“Hooray!” I thought. I am done and out of here. I do not want to ever take another writing class or English class. In less than a year, I was once again a new student, but this time at Bethany Fellowship, in Minneapolis. I had come to study the Bible, but to my great surprise, English was part of the curriculum and a requirement for every student.

The English teacher I had during my first year at Bethany was pleasant, kind, and understandable. I felt that for the first time I was actually “getting it”. By the end of that semester, English was a shining star on my report card. During my second year a new English teacher joined the staff. Her name was Marjorie Reading (a fitting name for an English teacher). She had transferred from a school in Canada that had more rules than Bethany. Many of the students wondered what class would be like with her as a teacher. She wore dark clothes and pulled her naturally gray-streaked black hair straight back in a bun. She wore thin-rimmed glasses, and kept a stern expression on her face a good deal of the time.

I thank God for Miss Reading!  From the first moment I sat in her class I liked her. Behind her hard looking exterior beat a heart of love. She loved English and her students. She cared about our studies, but most of all she cared about our calling to follow Jesus Christ.  Because of her sensitivity to the Lord, God used her to help start a deep work of the Holy Spirit on campus. It started during her first hour English class. She entered the room a few moments after we were all seated. Sensing the presence of the Lord, she opened the class in prayer and then waited. Soon a student stood up and confessed to the class that she had cheated on a test. In tears, she told everyone how sorry she was. Following the student’s confession, other students began to share personal struggles and sins. The Holy Spirit moved in convicting power across the room. Miss Reading remained sensitive to the Spirit’s moving. She didn’t want to quench what God was doing and allowed students to share for the entire class time. The move of God in our class went on for hours and impacted many lives.

During one of my English classes with Miss Reading, I was to experience a whole new dimension in writing. “Your homework for tonight is to write a one-page story about any topic you wish,” she said before dismissing us. The next time we met she had each of us read our papers…

 “Your homework for tonight is to retell, in a paragraph, the one-page story you read at class yesterday.”

I found the homework assignment energizing! It was a challenge that I gladly responded to with eagerness. After we shared our work in class we got our next homework assignment…

“This time I would like you to tell your paragraph in a sentence.”

Once again, I loved the challenge and was the recipient of praise and encouragement from Miss Reading when I shared my work in class. At that time, I had no concept of how God was preparing me to bring His heart to others through concise, simply written devotional thoughts.


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Wednesday, July 27, 2022

Never Forgotten...Always Loved: The Heart of God Toward You

Never Forgotten...Always Loved: The Heart of God Toward You
-Roy Lessin, Meeting in the Meadow

Let all that I am praise the Lord ; with my whole heart, I will praise his holy name. Let all that I am praise the Lord ; may I never forget the good things he does for me. He forgives all my sins and heals all my diseases. He redeems me from death and crowns me with love and tender mercies. He fills my life with good things. My youth is renewed like the eagle's! (Psalm 103:1-5 NLT).


I make all things beautiful. Put your faith in Me, not in a timetable. Wait on Me and wait for Me. When I am ready, you will be ready. In My perfect way I will put everything together...see to every detail...arrange every circumstance...change every heart...and order every step to bring to pass what I have for you.


#neverforgotten #meetinginthemeadow #roylessin #marinabromley  #psalm103

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Monday, July 25, 2022

My Monday Prayer: God Is More than Enough!

My Monday Prayer: God Is More Than Enough!
-Roy Lessin and Marina Bromley
Meeting in the Meadow

 God Is More Than Enough!
-Roy Lessin, A Place At His Table

May you experience the love of Christ, though it is too great to understand fully. Then you will be made complete with all the fullness of life and power that comes from God. Ephesians 3:19 NLT

He is not the God of the “half empty” or “half full” in our lives.
He is the God of the “exceeding abundantly above all we could ask or think.”
His will for us is not just “joy” but “great joy;"
Not just “peace” but “peace that passes understanding;"
Not just “love” but “fullness of love;”
Not just to be a conqueror but to be “more than a conqueror.”
When He fills our cup, it is overflowing;
When He flows through us, it is as rivers of living waters;
When He meets a need, He does it out of the riches that are in Christ.

My Monday Prayer
-Marina Bromley

Thank You, Lord, for being in my life. Thank You for being my fullness, my exceeding abundantly above all I could ask or think, my great joy, my peace that passes understanding, and my fullness of love. Make me to be more than a conqueror by dwelling in me. Fill me to overflowing with Your living waters, and meet my every need, even before I know I need it.

Help me to be fully dependent upon You, for every little thing in my life. Be my all in all, my everything. And as You help me to see You at work in each of these ways, help me to encourage those around me to seek You too. Let them find You working in their lives, drawing them closer to You and seeking Your face in every way. Turn our hearts, heads, and minds to You. Lord, have Your way in me, in my life, and in the lives of those around me. Let us celebrate Your presence, Your perseverance, Your position as the King of our hearts, minds and lives. In Jesus' name. Amen.


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©2022 Roy Lessin, Meeting in the Meadow. Photo by Marina Bromley, used with permission. All rights reserved.

A Place at His Table is a daily devotional by Roy Lessin, and available at DaySpring and Christian bookstores everywhere.

Friday, July 22, 2022

Like Those Who Dream: Chapter 7, Picking Up Candy Wrappers

Like Those Who Dream: Chapter 7, Picking Up Candy Wrappers
-Roy Lessin, Meeting in the Meadow

Picking Up Candy Wrappers

When God takes us to new heights, He is also preparing us to walk through new depths. Someone has said, “We find the evergreen trees on the mountains, but the fruit trees are found in the valleys.” When we read books of the Bible like Colossians, we find that God begins by taking us to the heights in Christ—we even discover that we are seated with Him in heavenly places. Later on in the book, God brings us down to earth and tells us how our heavenly place with Him impacts our earthly relationships. It is impossible to walk with God and not be concerned about our walk before others.  It has been said, “People who are too heavenly minded are of no earthly good.” The Scriptures tell us just the opposite—we must first be heavenly minded if we are to be of any real earthly good.

One valuable lesson I was to learn from God after my “mountaintop experience” of ceaseless joy, was how practical His work would become in my everyday life…

On one beautiful spring afternoon, after finishing a tasty lunch in the school dining hall, I went to the campus store to pick up a snack. Once inside, I walked to the candy section located near the cash register. My eye quickly passed over the selection; it didn’t take me long to locate my favorite, a Three Musketeers.  I grabbed it from the top of the open box, put it on the counter and dug into my pocket for the necessary change. I planned on eating it immediately and turned down the clerk’s offer to put it in a bag.

Leaving the store, I decided to take a walk in the crisp cool air. My heart was light as I began my walk down the sidewalk that led past the girl’s dorm to the open fields bordering the campus. As I neared the girl’s dorm, I removed the wrapper from my Three Musketeers candy bar and took a bite; without giving it a second thought, I threw the candy wrapper on the ground and kept walking.

At that moment I heard the still, small voice of the Holy Spirit speaking to my heart, “Pick up the wrapper and put it in the trash.” I immediately rejected the idea and kept walking. Once again, I heard His still small voice, “Pick up the wrapper and put it in the trash.” This time I reasoned that it wasn’t important enough to go back and pick up the candy wrapper.

“I could care less about a candy wrapper,” I responded.

His voice spoke again, “You could care less, but I care.”

I decided to obey. I turned around, walked back to the candy wrapper, picked it up and put it in the trash can located near by.

It was my first major lesson in what I call “the school of the Holy Spirit”…a school from which we never graduate. The Holy Spirit is the perfect Teacher. He is patient, He doesn’t rush through things, He stays with our lessons until we learn them, and He never allows us to cut corners or skip over anything that is a part of His work in conforming us to the image of Christ.

The lesson of the “candy wrapper” was the beginning of a two-year training program the Holy Spirit used to build my character. That training included lessons on keeping my room clean, picking up my clothes and hanging them in the closet, and being on time for appointments. I was amazed to discover that God cared about so many “little things” in my life. In time, I came to realize that each lesson learned was a practical way of expressing love to other people. It is a loving thing not to have others pick up after my mess; it is a loving thing to honor the time of others; it is a loving thing to take care of someone else’s property and treat it as if it were my own. The Kingdom of God is a Kingdom of love and a Kingdom of right relationships. When He is having His way in us, we will be an extension of His love to others.

Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude…1 Corinthians 13:4-5 NLB

And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God [do not offend or vex or sadden Him], And become useful and helpful and kind to one another, tenderhearted (compassionate, understanding, loving-hearted), Ephesians 4:30,32 AMP


(Join us next week as we continue this journey of Roy's memoir, Like Those Who Dream. The book is available through DaySpring and Christian retailers everywhere.)

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Wednesday, July 20, 2022

Never Forgotten...Always Loved: The Mind of God Toward You

Never Forgotten...Always Loved: The Mind of God Toward You
-Roy Lessin, Meeting in the Meadow


For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future" (Jeremiah 29:11).

You are not here by chance. He has allowed you to be here at this time in history to fulfill His special purpose for this generation.


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Monday, July 18, 2022

My Monday Prayer: When You Need Him Most

My Monday Prayer: When You Need Him Most
-Roy Lessin and Marina Bromley


When You Need Him Most
-Roy Lessin, Meeting in the Meadow

God is able to make all grace abound toward you, that you, always having all sufficiency in all things, may have an abundance for every good work.
2 Corinthians 9:8 NKJV


His strongest grace
Is for your weakest moment;
His sweetest fellowship
Is for your loneliest journey;
His richest supply
Is for your neediest hour;
His closest embrace
Is for your deepest sorrow;
His brightest light
Is for your darkest day.

My Monday Prayer
-Marina Bromley

Oh Jesus, my Lord and Savior, my "thank you" seems so small, and yet it is everything. You provide for my every need, before I even know it. You are before me, alongside me, behind me—before I even know that I need You there. You are my everything. My simple "thank you" is what I offer You today, and every day. I am forever grateful for Your presence, Your provision, Your protection in my life. Thank You. In Jesus' name...amen.

(Feel free to continue to praise God for the things He is doing and the ways He is making Himself known to you today. You may share your praises in the comments.)


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©2022 Roy Lessin, Meeting in the Meadow. Photo by Marina Bromley, used with permission. All rights reserved.

A Place at His Table is a daily devotional by Roy Lessin, and available at DaySpring and Christian bookstores everywhere.

Friday, July 15, 2022

Like Those Who Dream, Chapter 6: Clothed With Joy

Like Those Who Dream, Chapter 6: Clothed With Joy
-Roy Lessin, Meeting in the Meadow


Joy is not found in pop cans, beer cans, or trash cans. It’s not found in high places or low places. It’s not discovered in music, the arts, sports or entertainment. Joy doesn’t come to you on a good day and flee from you on a tough day. It doesn’t rise with the sun or fade in the clouds. Joy doesn’t embrace you when you win a championship and push you away when you come in last. Joy is not in a “thing” or an “it”. Joy is a state of being, not our state of being, but God’s. Joy is found in a person, not a circumstance. Joy is not something you win or earn; it is something that is given to you. Jesus found joy in going to the cross. If joy can be experienced in that circumstance, it can be experienced anywhere.


During my first three months on campus, Minneapolis was having one of its worst winters in history (the snow amount would go over 60 inches, setting a new record). My heart was as cold as the winter wind. My life was joyless. No joy in class, at work, in the dorm, or at church. I still missed home and the people. I was “sticking it out” but not enjoying the journey, I was incapable of it.

I took out some of my frustration on one of my roommates, who always seemed to get on my nerves. One night, I got so angry with him that I picked up his bedding, including his mattress, and threw it all down the steps of the dorm to the floor below. Life in our dorm room became so rowdy that the dorm monitor came into our room one evening and said, “You guys must know a different Jesus than I know.”

My poor grades, lack of adjustment to the culture, and my wrong attitudes caused some staff members to wonder if I should continue as a student. On two occasions I was called into the office of the President. He was caring, but concerned about my progress. He knew of my struggles and had been in contact with my dad. During those trying days I could have easily been expelled, but the leadership of the school prayed, waited, and extended mercy.

During my second visit to the President’s office he made this comment, “There is something very special about going through the Bible for the first time.” I found his words filled with promise and I sensed he was letting me know he wanted me to stay and complete my studies.

At the core, I was obeying Jesus with my will but not my heart. I was like the little boy who was told by his mother to sit down. The boy refused. The mother insisted. Finally, the boy sat down. All seemed well until the boy replied, “Mom, I’m sitting down on the outside, but I’m standing up on the inside.” My thoughts went back to the words of Al Linder, “Roy, you need to unpack your bags.” The wisdom and the power of those words were going deeper into my understanding.

The crisis came in mid-March. During a Sunday evening service, instead of finding a seat downstairs in the main auditorium of the church, I decided to sit upstairs, in what was called the “Overflow Room” (when mothers took their noisy babies there, the room was called the “Crying Room”).

The room was on the south end of the building. It had doors on each end which provided access to the east and west wings of the boy’s dorm. On the north side of the room was a large soundproof window that went along the entire width of the wall, giving a clear view of the entire auditorium below. There were folding chairs in front of the window and a loudspeaker system attached to the ceiling, making it easy for anyone to comfortably sit back and listen to what was being said from the pulpit.

When I entered the room only a few other people were present, and none of them were holding babies. I found a seat away from the others and settled in for the service. The speaker that night was Leonard Ravenhill—an internationally known evangelist and author who was presently living on Bethany campus. The burden of his ministry focused on prayer and revival. His most widely read book was Why Revival Tarries

I listened as he was introduced and watched as he walked across the wide stage of the auditorium. Before reaching the pulpit he stopped, got on his knees, and began to pray. His voice was like one crying in the wilderness, like an Old Testament prophet pleading for God’s people. The prayer went on for over ten minutes! When he got up from his knees, the atmosphere was electric.

He preached for over an hour. I was glued to my chair, taking in every word. As he came to his closing prayer, the conviction of the Holy Spirit began to settle upon my heart. After prayer, an invitation was given, “If anyone needs spiritual help or wants to get right with God please come up front and kneel at the altar in front of the platform.” People began to respond from all over the auditorium. I knew I should go forward, but I fought God’s voice. My struggle was so great that I decided to leave, go to my dorm room, and hide from God until the meeting was over. 

I waited several minutes but was drawn back to the Overflow Room. Upon returning, I looked out and saw the altar filled with people…at that moment I heard the voice of Leonard Ravenhill say, “I sense there is still one more person who needs to come to this altar tonight. We will wait. Please come.” I was nailed! I could not fight the conviction of the Holy Spirit any longer. I left the Overflow Room, walked down the stairs to the main auditorium, opened the back door, walked down the isle and found an empty spot where I could kneel and pray.

Several moments later, Harold Brokke, the Dean of Men, came and knelt beside me. “Are you having a problem with anything? Can I be of any help?” He asked.

I immediately started talking about my needs and told him my struggles. We talked for a long time and I asked a lot of questions. The Scripture he guided me to was from Romans 12:1-2 I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that you present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable to God, which is your reasonable service. And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God.”

That night, I presented myself to God. I laid at the foot of the cross everything I knew that was pulling me back to my past in LA.

I settled things with a very short, but sincere prayer, “I give it all to you, Lord, completely.”

When I got from my knees I didn’t take anything back. I died to my own way and embraced God’s will with a whole heart. Before leaving, Harold Brokke prayed a final prayer, asking God to fill me with the Holy Spirit. I didn’t fully understand what that meant, but afterwards I earnestly began to seek God’s fullness in my life.

In his book Spiritual Power, Dwight L. Moody states, “I believe many a man is praying to God to fill him when he is full already with something else. Before we pray that God would fill us, I believe we ought to ask Him to empty us. There must be an emptying before there can be a filling.”

My time at the altar, the night Leonard Ravenhill spoke, was God’s way of preparing me to receive the blessing of His promise, “If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask Him!" Luke 11:13


Davyd, one of my roommates, had a very conservative background. He was from England and found my approach to life a bit radical; I found his a bit stiff. In time, we warmed to each other and developed a close relationship. We started sharing our spiritual desires with each other and discovered we both had a hunger to know more of God. Together, we became seekers after the fullness of God’s Spirit in our lives. We read many promises from the Scriptures that encouraged us:

Acts 1:8 “But you shall receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you; and you shall be witnesses to Me in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the end of the earth."

John 7:37 “"If anyone thirsts, let him come to Me and drink. He who believes in Me, as the Scripture has said, out of his heart will flow rivers of living water." But this He spoke concerning the Spirit, whom those believing in Him would receive; Mark 1:8 “ I have baptized you with water, but He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit.

Ephesians 5:18 And do not be drunk with wine, in which is dissipation; but be filled with the Spirit,”

There were many nights when we would sneak away to a private prayer place we discovered underneath the stage of the church auditorium. There we would call upon God to meet us.

God did answer those prayers, but in a way I did not expect. It happened on a day when I got sick. Instead of going to class, I decided to stay in bed and rest. While resting, I picked up a book about the Christian life. I looked through the table of contents and saw a chapter titled “The Holy Spirit.” I opened the book to that chapter. As I read, I came across an illustration that helped me understand how willing God was to give me the desires of my heart...“Suppose a man visited a bookshop to buy a reference book that came in two volumes. The person took the two volume set to the clerk, paid for the books, put the receipt in his pocket, hurriedly picked up the bag from the counter and went home. When the person arrived home and opened the bag he discovered, that unknowingly, he had left one of the volumes of the reference book at the bookshop.  The man returned to the bookshop and saw the other volume sitting on the counter. He went to the clerk, produced his receipt, and explained what had the happened. The clerk remembered him and gave him the other volume without hesitation. The man did not have to beg for the other volume because it was already his by purchase; he only needed to return to the bookshop and pick it up.”

That simple illustration helped me see that I had been asking and asking for God’s fullness in my life, but I had never received His promise by simple faith. I got out up and knelt beside my bed. “Father, thank you for your promise to fill me with the Holy Spirit, I receive your promise now. Thank You for filling me with the Holy Spirit.” It was settled, I had picked up the second volume!  I discovered that the Spirit-filled life was not something I must earn, but a gift I received by faith.

The next day, at our school chapel, I stood up and told the students what had happened to me in my room the day before.

For the next three days nothing significant had changed, that is until I went to work that afternoon...

My job assignment was not very glamorous. I was assigned to punch out holes in a round piece of sheet metal. These pieces of metal were then used in the assembly of the Lefse Grills that were manufactured on campus. To do my job I had to place a round piece of metal into a punch press and pull down firmly on a handle  that lowered the press and punched in the holes.

I was doing the job for about an hour, when suddenly, waves and waves of joy began to pour over me. I was so elated that my production rate began to increase. The sheet metal pieces began to fly off the press. I must have set the production record for a single day of work. For the next two weeks I lived in what I can only describe as “a baptism with the Holy Spirit and the fullness of joy!”  The aftereffects of that experience impacted me in many ways. I found out sometime later that the dean of women had said, “The school staff has never seen a student’s life change as much as Roy’s”.

Although I was still a babe in Christ, there was a new power upon me, a new joy within me, and a new vision before me. I began to press into God’s heart. I still had a lot of growing and maturing to do, but I was seeing through a new set of eyes and hearing with a new set of ears. I couldn’t wait to discover what plans God had in store.


(Join us next week as we continue this journey of Roy's memoir, Like Those Who Dream. The book is available through DaySpring and Christian retailers everywhere.)

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Wednesday, July 13, 2022

AS: A new devotion from Roy Lessin

-Roy Lessin, Meeting in the Meadow

As you lean upon the Lord, lean trustingly.  

As you call upon the Lord, call confidently.

As you wait upon the Lord, wait quietly.

As you depend upon the Lord, depend completely.

As you cast your cares upon the Lord, don’t take them back.

As you look upon the Lord, you will see the face of a caring Father. 

As you make a decision, have His approval.

As you hear God’s voice, listen with your heart.

As you abide in the vine, you won’t produce sour grapes.

As the deer pants for water, let righteousness create your thirst.

As you ask God for help, know how helpless you really are.

As you ask God to weed the garden of your heart, allow Him to pull up the roots.

As you use your hands to serve the Lord, moisten them with the lotion of joy.

As you pray, speak as a child, not as an orator. 

The wise will hear and increase their learning, And the person of understanding will acquire wise counsel and the skill [to steer his course wisely and lead others to the truth], Proverbs 1:5 AMP


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Monday, July 11, 2022

My Monday Prayer: Everyday Tips for Living

My Monday Prayer: Everyday Tips for Living
-Roy Lessin, Meeting in the Meadow


The wise also will hear and increase in learning, and the person of understanding will acquire skill and attain to sound counsel [so that he may be able to steer his course rightly]. Proverbs 1:5 AMP

  1. Don’t ever lose heart; God will never give up on you.
  2. Never let your heart run out of thankfulness.
  3. Don’t feel inferior to anyone. God made only one of you.
  4. Don’t carry around worry, fear, or anxiety. They are the thieves of peace.
  5. Hold things loosely. They are temporary.

My Monday Prayer
-Marina Bromley

Thank You, Father, that You have not given up on me. Continually remind me that You have created me, chosen me, chased after me, and cherish me more than anyone or anything else in this world. You made me uniquely, and no one else is like me. Your creation of me was intentional and with care. You have set this day— this week, before me, and I am grateful that You will walk with me no matter what is coming my way. 

Father, remind me that I do not have to hold worry, fear, or anxiety in my hands. You alone know what the future holds, and I can trust You to bring good things to pass. The things I am worried about may not turn out the way I am wanting them to, but they will certainly turn out the way that You want them to. Increase my faith to believe that the way things will go are the best for me today and every tomorrow. What I ask for today is so short sighted—but You alone can provide the best for me long term. I trust You with my future. I need You for today. I trust You with all my tomorrows, until I am with You in the heavenlies.

In Jesus' name, amen.
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Everyday Tips for Living is adapted from Roy Lessin's devotional, A Place At His Table, available at DaySpring and Christian retailers everywhere.

Friday, July 8, 2022

Like Those Who Dream: Chapter 5, ...Even If It Kills You

Like Those Who Dream: Chapter 5, ...Even If It Kills You
-Roy Lessin, Meeting in the Meadow

Through me let there be kind words,
A warm smile, a caring heart.
Through me let there be a willingness to listen
And readiness to understand.
Through me let there be dependability, steadfastness,
Trust, and loyalty.
Through me let there be compassion, forgiveness,
Mercy, and love.
Through me let there be
Every quality I  find, O Lord, in Thee.

Someone has said, “It’s not the parts of the Bible I don’t understand that trouble me, it’s the parts that I do understand.” In my life, there has never been anything as convicting, as disturbing, as cutting, and as life-giving as Scripture. At key times, at crisis moments, at turning points, the Word of God was there to point the way, to not let me off the hook, and to demand my all. I couldn’t argue with it, out-reason it, pretend I didn’t hear it, or make it go away. It was there with love if I would embrace it; there with comfort if I would welcome it; there with guidance if I would follow it; there with hope if I would trust it; there with wisdom if I would accept it; there with promise if I would obey it—this truth would press in heavily upon me within a few short days after leaving LA.

As the plane taxied down the runway, I settled into my window seat and watched the city grow smaller as we began to ascend.  We immediately headed west over the Pacific Ocean before circling back to the East en route to Minneapolis. The sky was a brilliant blue and I could still make out a few surfers trying to catch an early morning wave. “Days like today make Southern California a great place to live,” I thought, “no wonder people move here by the droves.” In a few hours I would have an even deeper appreciation for the January weather in Southern California.

We were soon at cruising speed. I pressed the round, steel button on my armrest and leaned back on the seat as it moved into a more comfortable position. I smiled as my mind reviewed the events that took me from Valley College to my acceptance at Bethany Fellowship, “God had truly given me a treasure chest of memories over these past six months!” 

As we descended into the Minneapolis Airport the sky was gray and the ground was white. In about thirty minutes I would also discover that it was bitterly cold outside. I shivered as I left the warm shelter of the terminal for the parking lot. I got into a dark, four door sedan driven by a Bethany Fellowship staff member who was assigned to pick me up. As we drove through the streets of Minneapolis everything looked bleak. The driver pointed out a few landmarks to show off the city, but I was unimpressed. Snow was falling and traffic was light. I observed a manmade ski jump out the driver’s was quite a contrast to the surfers I saw on the beach only a few hours earlier.

Our route took us out of the city and eventually onto a country road that worked its way past some barns and open fields. We followed a curved road past a few farm houses, and then unexpectedly, the campus of Bethany Fellowship was in view. To a city boy like me this was definitely the boonies. We drove onto the campus and I was dropped off at the boy’s dorm. It was located on the second floor of a two story brick building. On the main floor was Bethany Fellowship Church, a large facility that could seat around 500 people. I was briefly shown the church and then taken upstairs to the room assigned to me by the Admissions Department. It was a disaster!

There were more boys attending school that semester than dorm space would allow. As a result, a larger room was converted into living space for five students. I was the last to arrive and was given the only remaining unoccupied upper bunk. There I was, in an overcrowded room with four complete strangers and no privacy.  One of my roommates was a farm boy, another was an Englishman, another was from Wisconsin, and the other was from another planet. 

The next day I met with the Admissions Department, went through orientation, given a tour of the campus and then given a handbook, which included the school rules. They had rules for everything—when to get up; when to go to breakfast, lunch and dinner; when to eat snack; when to go to class; when to work; when to do homework; when to have devotions; and when to turn out the lights. I also discovered I was not allowed to have a car; was not allowed to leave campus without permission; was not allowed to date my freshman year; was not allowed to grow a beard or mustache; and was not allowed to slam the dining room door.

By the end of the second day on campus I was miserable! I missed LA, Eagle Rock Church, my family and everything else that meant home. When I was given my work assignment and told to report there each afternoon, my homesickness grew worse. I didn’t like my boss or the job I was given and couldn’t imagine doing it for an entire semester. In a place where I came for spiritual light, darkness was setting in all around me. I was getting desperate and felt something needed to be done, and soon. I had enough cash left from my trip to make some long distance calls and decided to put an exit plan into action.

Before the end of my first week on campus I had made several calls home. On my second call to my dad, I decided I would be firm about my desire to come home. I went on and on about how bad things were, hoping to gain his sympathy. All of it was intended to lead to my emotional plea for help...

“Dad, I really believe that I have made a big mistake in coming here. I would like to return to LA, and I was hoping you could help me out with a plane ticket?”

For a moment, things got very quiet on the other end of the line. Then the silence was broken. Instead of words of sympathy and support for my decision, I heard a response I was not wanting or expecting to hear...

“Roy, there is no question that God has called you to Bethany. He has confirmed it in many ways. It would be a great mistake for you to return home. You need to stay there, even if it kills you!”

He then concluded by sharing the following passage of Scripture from Luke 9:62 Jesus said to him, No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back [to the things behind] is fit for the kingdom of God.”

I was stunned. Once again, the Word of God penetrated into the deepest part of me, and like a steel arrow, pinned me to the wall. I had no wiggling room. It was “yes” or “no” to God’s call. No other options remained.

My dad’s journal entries reveal a deeper insight into his concerns for me during that time.

Wednesday, January 10, 1962...

Much burden for Roy today— the enemy is certainly after his faith…Great travail and intercession by all the brethren at prayer meeting tonight for Roy.

At this point I knew I could not turn back, or even look back, and expect to follow God’s call upon my life. I told the Lord I would follow Him, yet struggles remained. I was there, at Bethany, in body but not in heart. I was enduring, but not enjoying or delighting in the place God had placed me. The struggle would continue for many weeks. During those weeks my attitude was terrible and I remained uncooperative with the school rules and work program. I went from job to job and boss to boss. Eventually, I wound up in the Lefse Department, a place where the school manufactured electric cooking grills, often used for the making of Lefse, a favorite Norwegian bread in the shape of a large tortilla.

The manager of the department was Al Linder. He was the perfect person for me to report to. He was even more stubborn than I, and decided he would stick with me regardless of my attitudes and unwillingness to work. Al was tough but loving, and genuinely cared about me. When I came to work each day he put me in a corner of the work area where a large barrel of Lefse Grill handles needed to be assembled. He left me there to sulk as much as I wanted and never said a word. There I sat, hour after hour, all by myself, slowly assembling Lefse handles, listening to the sounds of machines grinding metal, and wondering if I would ever know joy again.  One day, as I sat in my wooden, straight back chair in the corner of the shop, Al walked up to me and said, “Don’t you think it’s time to unpack your bags?”

He didn’t wait around for an answer, he just left me there to think about what he had just said.

The Lord taught me many things through Al, but one of the greatest lessons I learned was that when you speak a word from God into someone’s life, you don’t have to defend it, explain, argue it or debate it, but deliver it, like a pony express  agent riding up to the station with the mail. Once delivered, the best thing you can do is ride away and let the Holy Spirit unpack the mail within a person’s heart. That day, in the early spring of 62, in a smelly, oily, noisy factory, Al Linder delivered the mail.

(Join us next week as we continue this journey of Roy's memoir, Like Those Who Dream. The book is available through DaySpring and Christian retailers everywhere.)

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Wednesday, July 6, 2022

Never Forgotten...Always Loved: The Mind of God Toward You

Never Forgotten...Always Loved: The Mind of God Toward You
-Roy Lessin, Meeting in the Meadow


O LORD, you have examined my heart and know everything about me. You know when I sit down or stand up. You know my thoughts even when I’m far away. You see me when I travel and when I rest at home. You know everything I do. You know what I am going to say even before I say it, LORD. You go before me and follow me. You place your hand of blessing on my head. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too great for me to understand! (Psalm 139:1-6 NLT).

God is working in more ways than you have asked Him.
He is doing more things for you than your faith can imagine!


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Monday, July 4, 2022

My Monday Prayer: He Is Near

My Monday Prayer: He Is Near
-Roy Lessin and Marina Bromley

He Is Near
-Roy Lessin

The Lord is close to all who call on Him, yes, to all who call on Him in truth (Psalm 145:18 NLT).


Don’t doubt His presence for a single moment. He is the true and faithful God. You can be certain of Him fulfilling His promises. Don’t doubt it. Let your heart be quiet with this assurance! He is near you because He cares about you, because He loves you, and because He desires to have fellowship with you.


There will never be a time, a moment, a second when you are without Him. He is with you now; with you tomorrow; with you in the dark times; with you in the hard times; with you in the glad times; with you through all the times of your life—when you are young, when you are old, when you are busy, when you journey, and when you return home.


My Monday Prayer
-Marina Bromley

Father, thank You that You are always with me. When the road is difficult to discern, You make my way straight. When the dark of night frightens me, Your Light shines before me. When I feel alone and as if no one else cares, You are with me and You do care! When I have joy and celebration in my heart You are with me, and You are with me to dry my tears of disappointment. 

In all of life's circumstances the one thing I can be sure of is Your care and presence in my life. You show up in big ways, like towering mountains and roaring rivers, and You are in the small and quiet ways too—the whisper of a breeze on a hot summer afternoon and the shooting star across the night's sky. You are with me always.

Thank You for Your promises, and help me to memorize them so I can dispel fear and lies from the enemy who seeks to kill and destroy. You are my everything. My Rock, my Strong Tower, my Deliverer, and I can trust in You alone. Father, help me to trust You in every aspect of my life. Help me to share my mustard seed faith with those whose faith is even smaller. Help me to remember every promise You have made, and help me to take claim of them in scripture as promises that You have made, not just for the church of old, but for me, today. Thank You for being near. In Jesus' name, amen.


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©2022 Roy Lessin, Meeting in the Meadow, DaySpring. Used with permission. Photo by Erin Story, used with permission. All rights reserved.