Jesus, You're My Superhero- by Chuck Dubbe

Recently I was sharing with my man that my upcoming guest bloggers will be writing in answer to the question, "Who is Jesus to you?" He jumped on it right away, and volunteered to write the very first guest post on the topic. I am over-joyed to welcome my incredible husband on the blog today. Thank you Babe for supporting my gifts, and helping me thrive in Jesus, even when things might feel scary. I'm your number 1 fan. I love you mucho. (said with an accent)



Jesus, you're my superhero!
 
That’s the name of a song, by Hillsong Kids, that was stuck in my head this morning. Works perfectly for the title of my post. J
 
 

Who is Jesus to me?

Abigail often teases me because I add an accent to ethnic names. Having grown up in Germany, I commonly roll the r, which comes up in many languages. I love Jesus’ Hebrew name – Yeshua HaMashiach. (Try pronouncing the ch as if something got stuck in the back of your throat.) Ab once thought I made that name up, in an attempt to sound Jewish. Haha!

The meanings behind names are important to me. Yeshua or Jesus means “Jehovah is salvation.” Having committed my life to Christ as a child, I didn’t realize Jesus wanted to save me from more than a life apart from God. He invites us into His kingdom (the king’s-domain) to have a rich and satisfying life (John 10:10). “Save” is my new favorite word, which is sozo in Greek (as in John 3:17). It means forgiven, delivered, healed, rescued- all of which are in constant demand here on this earth. Man, I sure need His healing (physical, emotional, and spiritual) and forgiveness on a regular basis.

Mashiach in Greek is “Christos,” which is obviously where we get the word Christ. It means Messiah or The Anointed One having been anointed with God’s authority. Isn’t that so rich? Throughout the Bible when someone is anointed, it shows God’s special favor and blessing on that person. Jesus received special favor from His Father, especially with such a rich and awesome name. I love His name! (Psalm 119:132)
 
 

Jesus Christ is a name to be loved and blessed. Did you know WE can bless Jesus? Psalm 100:4b says, “Enter his gates with thanksgiving, and his courts with praise! Give thanks to him; bless his name!” Wow! If Jesus likes to be blessed, how much more should we bless each other regularly. We bless You, King Jesus!

His name is powerful and literally life-giving. “But these are written so that you may continue to believe that Jesus is the Messiah, the Son of God, and that by believing in him you will have life by the power of his name.” (John 20:31) The “these” refers to the miracles and testimonies compiled in the Book of John. Jesus gave all His followers (including me and you) the authority and power to do the same the things He did and more, simply by the power of His name (John 14:12-13). That’s remarkable! I’m just now learning to wrap my mind around that goodness.

 I will end with this old praise and worship song, which brought me to tears when I heard it recently. It perfectly sums up what I wrote. We actually sang it in Germany growing up, but it's lyrics didn’t have nearly the significance they have on me today. Jesus Christ means much more to me now, so much more!

 Majesty worship His Majesty
Unto Jesus, be all glory,
Power and praise
Majesty, Kingdom authority
Flow from His throne,
Unto his own, His anthem raise.

So exalt, lift up on high
The Name of Jesus
Magnify, come glorify,
Christ Jesus the King
Majesty, worship His Majesty
Jesus who died, now glorified,
King of all Kings.

Who Is Jesus To Me?

Over the next several months, when I host a guest on here, they will be writing in response to the question, “Who is Jesus to you?” Thought it would be fitting if I share my own heart’s answer.  

Would it be too cliché to say Jesus is everything to me? If I whittle it down to my deepest core, I am living because of Jesus. His Father God gave me breath- created my mind, soul, emotions and body, and His Son brought me life. I was destined to live a life riddled with selfishness, anger, betrayal, bitterness, immorality, fear, anxiety, and worry. But Jesus took it all, and paid the price through His death on the cross- for me. For my freedom. (For you, too!)
What astounds me is His Victory over death. Not even death can defeat my Jesus! Right now, in my daily world, Jesus is Victor. Most of the time that means He is victor over the fears and anxieties that plague my mind. I’m afraid of physical diseases on a regular basis. I’m afraid an illness is going to take the life of someone I love. I’ve learned this fear comes out of the fact I cannot control my own health, or anyone else’s health. What Jesus has been teaching me is the more I trust Him, the more I let go of the control I think I have, and the more freedom I live with. It’s counter-intuitive, but it works. Jesus says over and over in the Bible, “Do not worry about anything! Trust in the Lord! Lean not on your own understanding! Do not fear! Do not be anxious! My peace I leave with you, my peace I give.”

Jesus is peace to me. And if His peace is reigning in my heart, I can face the day. If His peace is ruling my mind, I can truly live. I wish I could say the peace of Jesus reigns so strongly in my heart and mind I never have to battle those fears/anxieties anymore. But the truth is, I am regularly overwhelmed with anxiety. Thankfully, I have grown tremendously in this area, but the struggle is still there. What I believe is someday, I will stand completely healed from the disease of anxiety. Whether it happens by a miraculous healing through The Spirit on earth, or through a continual healing process- I will be healed.

 
My desire is that here on earth, I will stand healed. Just like the man in Acts 3-4 who could not walk. God used Peter to heal him, “It is by the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, whom you crucified, but whom God raised from the dead, that this man stands before you healed.” When I can’t seem to find peace from Jesus in a given moment, the peace I have because He reigns on the throne of my life is enough.

Loving and following Jesus in this life never means things are perfect and I’m happy all the time. It means I’m living because I have hope in The One who saved me from myself.

The Write Space




This week, I have the fun opportunity to share some of my blogging experience with the writer's group I'm apart of called, "The Write Space." If you live in the area, please contact me and I will share more details about when, where, what time, etc. It would be a privilege to serve anyone who would like to come! I'm honored to have been invited to do this.

The leadership of TWS has asked me to share several aspects of what my blog journey has been like. These are the questions I will be answering, as well as any others that may come up.

~What was the blog about for the first 9 years, and what is it about now (in the last year)?

~How does blogging get you closer to God?

~What is frustrating about blogging?

~How do people react to posts?

~What have I learned about myself? God? People? through blogging.

If interested, please come on out! Thankful for this group.

When He Says Go, Part 2

Thank you to those of you who have prayed for me as I’ve transitioned to a new Mom’s group. I am grateful for the outpouring of support on this decision, especially from my M2M girls.

Two weeks ago today, I was incredibly nervous, as predicted, to drive across the neighborhood and walk into a house full of complete strangers. Many people have asked me why I was so nervous. I guess I only know my own personality, so it’s hard for me to fathom why anyone wouldn’t understand the nerves? Being shy by nature, but friendly by nurture (thank you Mom and Dad!), I think those who meet me (but don’t truly know me well) are surprised at my social anxieties. Simply put, I was nervous because this was a huge change, an unknown situation, with unknown people, with unknown outcomes, and I was dragging my kids right along with me.

The night before I went to the new group, I didn’t sleep well. I tossed and turned. The next morning I got even more anxious and took those emotions out on Chuck. I believe I may have snapped at him over his wrong technique at heating up a breakfast sandwich in the microwave. His response was to pull me into a hug and pray over me. This was the first time I cried. After he prayed, I noticed how excited the kids were to head over to the new group. Jase kept saying, “Play with new friends!” while jumping and smiling. This really did make my heart happy. God was showing me through Jase this was something I could be excited about, too.

When we pulled up to the house to park, I got tears in my eyes again. It was so hard to get out of the car and walk, but God gave me the Audacity (Beth Moore) to move my legs. That’s all it took. I just had to move. A sweet little blondie greeted us by yelling “Hello!” from the front porch. My kids were excited to run into the new house, and their spirit was contagious.
 
Bristle blocks!
In the end, we had a lovely time. The kids had endless toys to play with, a bounce house to jump in, a swing set to climb on, and this Mama even made a craft (Now that’s hilarious, if you know me!) while drinking coffee.
Oh my. Serious about my crafting.
Throughout the morning there, I had the privilege of meeting 4-5 other Moms, and about 7 kids. On the way home, I had more tears in my eyes, but for a different reason. Each one has a story. Each one has a destiny. Each one has needs. Each one needs love- and I absolutely mean the love of Jesus. Each one needs Jesus Himself- some may already know Him, others may not. So yes, my heart is all in. If God uses me to spread His love, and His gospel it would the greatest joy I could imagine.

It might be strange to say, but I love those girls already.

Baby Girl loved crafting.

He was laughing hysterically at the sounds this gun makes.... ;)