Thursday, July 24, 2014

Early Morning Thoughts: Becoming

I have spent much of my life focused on "becoming" what I'm not instead of realizing who I am. This notion of becoming is a great distraction and a great deception. It keeps us from living life with freedom and embracing grace to live an imperfect life full of love. Instead, it has us believing that with more work, more striving, more time, eventually we will arrive where we belong and only then become useful. It holds us in a place of ineffectiveness, fear, and doubt. It is in the becoming process where we counter intuitively abandon the practice of our gifts, waiting for them to be honed by some other process. Eventually, our dreams grow dim, waiting for the day when we arrive at the place we have been training for.
But we already are. I have been blessed with every spiritual blessing. I have been called by name. I have been adopted into the family of the King of kings. My frame has never been hidden from my Creator. He has knit me together perfectly, and instead of hiding until I can do something "useful" with all these things in my life that seem jumbled, unskilled, or less than perfect, I will praise Him with every ounce of my imperfection, every rough edge, every unedited word, because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
I don't need to become. I already am. I am a child of God, who He takes pleasure in, even in my imperfection, even before the world thinks I am ready to be useful.
I am precious in His sight, and I love because He loved me so completely and so amazingly first.
I am no longer waiting to become anything. I am taking everything I am, everything I have been gifted, and pouring it back out as a love offering to the One I was made to reflect. He is altogether good. He is altogether lovely. He is altogether worthy. And I am His.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

The Arms of a Daddy

I woke up this morning to the familiar sound of footsteps, usually scurrying to my side of the bed, cuddling up right next to me.  Lo and behold, when I opened my eyes, I saw two tiny, leftover pigtails hurrying past me and around to the other side of the bed.  My little girl almost never chooses her daddy over me, so I shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep so that he could experience those sweet morning snuggles. 

A moment later, I couldn't resist peeking at them.  There she was, lying perfectly across his chest, her head nestled right next to his heart.  His arm held her there, and the two of them were still and quiet, just enjoying being close.  My heart was so very full before I even stepped a foot out of bed.  There is just nothing like the arms of your daddy surrounding you before you start your day. 

I started thinking about when I was little.  My dad would play a little game with me that we fondly named "Teddy Bear."  He would come home from work and need to snuggle me, his teddy bear, to get to sleep.  After he fell asleep, I would sneak away until he called out for me, and then I would return to his arms.  Clever guy, huh?  What a great way to sneak in a little shut eye after work!  But to me, I looked forward to being wanted, in his arms.  My dad's arms were affectionate and familiar.  They were strong and full of protection.  Even playing these childish games and running away, the best part of the game, the only point of it all, was returning to that safe place.

That's where my daughter chose to run to this morning.  The safe place of her daddy's arms.  I started to think about how we intensely need our dads arms.  See, my hands are constantly busy at home.  I'm cooking, cleaning, changing, bathing, teaching, hugging, kissing, holding, feeding.  But my husband's arms are just as important, if not more so.  He is working, providing, protecting, loving, carrying.  He does what I cannot do.  He lifts the kids out of danger when they are stuck.  He carries them when they're tired or hurt.  He fixes things.  And he uses those strong arms to wrap around these little ones when they run to him, without question.  It comes so naturally to him.  Without batting an eye, his arms scoop up his beloved ones, place them on his chest, and welcomes them in. 

Moms are great, but fathers are essential.  And the greatest gift that we have been given is a heavenly father whose love and protection far surpass anything we can see or experience here on this earth.  His arms are strong, carrying us through whatever life brings us.  He picks us up when we are weary.  He carries us when our wounds are fresh.  He lifts us out of danger and He repairs all the problems that we create.  Without batting an eye, those loving arms scoop us up and hold us close.  And there is no better place to be, then safely resting in Him, feeling His heart beat, and knowing we are safe and loved.

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Saying Thank You While Waiting for A Whisper

Church is not a building.  It’s a beautiful body of believers that stand together in circumstances, both good and bad.  It’s a commitment to loving one another the way Christ loved us.  It’s sacrifice.  It’s compassion.  It’s the most amazing and beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.  And from the deepest place of my heart, I say a big thank you for all of you who have reached out to us and showed us what love looks like.  Love is practical.  Sometimes it’s tangible.  And being on the receiving end is humbling. 


As many of you know, we had a major sewage backup last Friday that filled our entire basement with inches of sewage water.  But the storm that we’re in actually started before then.  I’m not exactly sure when it officially changed from sunny to stormy, but I know it’s been awhile.  I’m not exaggerating when I say we have experienced one immensely stressful situation after another for months.  There are a few things that I don’t feel comfortable sharing publicly.  But know that they have challenged every ounce of what we believe and hope for.  And after being challenged over and over and over in every way I can imagine, I was proud to say that we were walking through these storms hand in hand, trusting God…that was until last Friday.


I have never really cared about having “stuff.”  I think we might be the last people on earth without smart phones or a tablet of some sort.  We do not have flat screen televisions.  All of our clothes come from resale.  And most of our furniture and things are hand me downs.  We rather fill our home with children who laugh (and cry), grow (and eat), and play (and break things).  There are those moments of intense jealousy when I’m at someone’s house that is beautifully decorated, spacious, and seemingly perfect.  Just keeping it real.  But truly, I am content most of the time.


That is why last Friday came as a surprise.  All of a sudden, losing my children’s playroom, my home office, my home schooling storage and library, my laundry room area, and a lot of our things in storage, really shook me.  And then I felt so much shame.  It’s just stuff, after all.  But that wasn’t all.  It wasn’t just the stuff.  It was the immense amount of work ahead of us.  We already feel like time is short.  We already have 2 major house projects, one of which is a result of another home fiasco.  We had 1200 square feet of living space to start with in this home, plus that precious basement, and now we’re reduced to no basement, and one bedroom off limits, plus 4 active kids with one on the way in 20 weeks.  The salvageable items line our walls in every free space in our home.  Our kids have the living room and a small area in their bedroom to play.  This is what is shaking me.  My house is completely a wreck, and it’s overwhelming.And just when we think we are making progress, there is a setback. 


We’re looking at weeks and weeks of clean up and repair before we can even start putting our home back together.  If this were all we had to deal with right now, it’d be enough.  But it’s not.  It’s just the latest.  Somehow I think we’ve evolved to deal with and expect stress.  But it’s not easy.


End rant.


Life is hard, but God is good.  So cliché, right?  I literally chanted that this weekend.  But in that chanting, here’s what I learned.  He is good, which means He is not bad.  And if He is not bad, then all the bad we live through isn’t Him.  It’s not.  Let me tell you, from the time I was a little girl, I’ve lived through a heck of a lot of bad.  I’ve never been one to shake my fist at God.  Even in the fall, when we lost our precious baby #5, I was hurt, upset, angry…but not with God.  This was the first time in a long time, possibly ever, where I literally said out loud “What did I do wrong?  Where did we miss you?  Why are you not rescuing us?”  But He was.  He is.  It is true He allows us to walk through bad things, but He does not cause them.  He has no place in them.  He only desires our good, not our bad.  Why?  Because He is good.  He works all things together for the good of those who love Him.  And if this is so, He doesn’t work the bad in.  How counterproductive, then, is it for us to shake our fists, yell up at heaven, or separate ourselves?  He wants to partner with us always, in every moment. 


Now, to be clear, despite this fabulous epiphany that I’m sure you all have had and I’m just late to class, I have had some VERY human moments in the last week.  I’ve cried, I’ve snapped at my kiddos, and I’ve doubted so very much.  I’ve literally had to overcome despair on a daily, if not hourly, basis.  And I don’t use the word despair lightly. It’s hard to be knocked down by wave after ominous wave and not feel alone, even betrayed.  And those feelings pull out some very human moments and reactions. 


I was driving to the store to buy even more garbage bags on Saturday, and all of the sudden the story of Elijah on the mountain popped in my head.  As soon as I had a moment, I quickly re-read it.  It’s found in I Kings 19 and worth a re-read.  Elijah ended up running away, fearing for his life, and hiding in a cave.  He just wanted the Lord to take his life.  He literally uttered “I have had enough, Lord,” in verse 4, the very thing I was uttering when this story invaded my conscious thought.  If you’re familiar with the story you know that God told Elijah to go out and stand on the mountain because He was about to pass by.  In verses 11-13, we find this well-known part of the story:

“Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave.

Then a voice said to him, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”

I always took this passage to mean that God’s voice doesn’t have to be mighty and powerful, but we are to be quiet before Him to hear that gentle whisper.  I always took it to be a lesson to be still before the Lord.  I’m reading it differently now.  One thing Elijah had going for him was familiarity with His maker and His ways.  You see, Elijah was done.  He was throwing in the towel.  He had retreated and given up.  But God wasn’t done with Him.  Calling Him out to the mountain, God was waiting for Him to respond to His voice.  But Elijah’s response required him to drown out all the noise.  The wind that shattered the solid rock before Him was just a distraction. God was not in the wind. The earthquake that literally shook Elijah as he firmly stood waiting for the Lord was not mistaken as a punishment or a redirection or an answer to a prayer to end his life.  And no, God was not in the fire that raged after the other waves of destruction had invaded Elijah’s territory.  How long was he standing there I wonder?  Does it matter?  After having been called out on a mountaintop with a promise to hear the voice of God, only to experience the elements betraying everything you can see around you, I don’t think it would take long to get discouraged and feel betrayed.  But Elijah waited, knowing God isn’t bad.  He is good.  And He wouldn’t call us to the mountaintop to leave us disappointed. 

Elijah had to wait through the wind, through the earth shaking, through the blazing heat of a fire to hear a whisper. 

So, here we are, standing on our mountaintop.  We’ve been blown by the wind. We’ve been shaken by the earth.  We’re feeling the fire.  And we’re waiting for the whisper. 

 And in waiting for that whisper, we have seen an amazing outpouring of love and support by so many around us.  In just a few days, we have received enough financially to clean and repair our basement.  We have been well fed, which is great because all the air movers in our basement literally have rendered our kitchen appliances useless, causing a blown fuse with even use of our toaster!  We have people donating toys to my kids who have lost their playroom full of toys.  Old friends, new friends, and many I don’t even know are reaching out to us.  And though it’s “just” a basement flood, to us, it’s a mountaintop moment.  We’ve been standing up here awhile and are growing weary.  And the sacrifice and kindness of so many people who love the Lord and are being obedient to His whispers are sustaining us.


Thank you to everyone who have sustained us. We do not take one meal, one toy, one dollar lightly, knowing how much sacrifice each one is.  Though we are weary, our hearts our full of encouragement.  This is the church.  It’s beautiful.

Monday, October 21, 2013

Trading My Ashes for His Beauty

“I’m beginning to believe that you won’t leave me here, God.  Just help me to trust all the words you say.  And I’m learning to surrender, I’m learning to forgive.  I’m learning to receive all the love, all the love you have for me.” –lyrics from Isa Couvertier

Tomorrow, it will be two weeks since we learned that our little baby no longer had a heartbeat.  The days that followed have been hard, physically, emotionally, and psychologically.  I honestly do not know how to answer everyone who is asking me how I am doing. I’m pale and tear stained.  I feel empty and heartbroken.  My throat has a constant lump in it.  I’m grieving.  And that might confuse those who have never lost in this way, because I never actually thought through this process before walking through it, but I will tell you that this loss is real and painful.  I’m walking around in a fog, knowing full well that what I see is not all that exists.  That there is heaven, and whatever it is that separates this earth from that glorious place is the threshold to meeting my precious little one.  I often find myself “checked out” of what is going on in front of me because of what is going on inside of me. 

By sheer mechanical habit, my kids are getting dressed and fed and schooled.  Through the kindness of friends, we haven’t been forced to solely rely on cereal as our only means of nutrition.  My husband has been amazing.  He’s so quiet, but I know just how much more of a load he’s carrying because I know what I’m not doing, and how much is still getting done.  But still, he’s grieving too.  And as I’ve watched him moving about the days in strength, I’ve watched his eyes fill with tears at night.  I’ve never been more thankful for his arms around me. 

But in the midst of all the tears and the difficulty just making it through the day, there’s a beautiful, mysterious peace that I’ve found.  It doesn’t take away the sorrow.  It doesn’t take away the process, but it’s made me reexamine who God is.  And let me tell you, He is amazing.  “My lover is radiant and ruddy, outstanding among ten thousand…His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely.  This is my lover, this is my friend…” (SOS 5: 10, 16) 

I’ve had so many friends tell me it was o.k. to be angry with God.  To those friends, I say thank you for loving me and letting me grieve, but I came to a point very early in this process when I knew I was angry, but it seemed like a waste of energy to aim that anger at God.  If it was God who caused this, then everything that I know of Him, all that I believe, would be null and void.  It would lead to a crisis of faith.  But I know His word is true, so I knew that the target of my anger could be explained in a better way. 

John 10:10 says “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.”  I have an enemy who is very real.  I forget this when I get wrapped up in life.  I blame him when something goes wrong with our finances, or our hard days with the kids….and that’s not displaced blame.  But I forget that he is much more harsh, more cunning, more destructive than I tend to remember.  And just because I have a relationship with the Lord does not immunize me from his hatred.  I would argue that it makes that hatred all the more real.  And that is what happened.  I had to see and experience death last week.  It was gruesome and cruel.  It was heartbreaking and horrifying.  And it was nothing new.  This has been happening since the serpent came to Eve in the garden and whispered “Did God really say…?”  And that same whisper invaded my ears last week.  “Oh, God is good?  Really?  Then why is this happening?  Did God really say…?” 

Yes, yes, God did say that He came that we may live and live full, abundant lives.  Yes, God said that Jesus is the way, the truth, and the life.  Yes, God said that He will go before us and hem us in behind and before.  He said that He is a refuge to us and that He is near to the brokenhearted.  He said that He would work all things according to His purpose for the good of those who love Him.  He said he would never leave us or forsake us. 

And He hasn’t left me.  He is so near and so good.  Though there is death and sadness, this was not His intended, created order.  And He doesn’t just throw His hands up in the air and say “Oh well…you sinned and this is what you get!”  No, our God is so good that He gave His son, which I realize more now how amazingly sacrificial that was, so that my little baby who never got to be held or kissed by me, can live forever in the arms of a loving God, never knowing sickness or sadness or sin.  And in the midst of my grief, He is taking what the enemy of my soul has intended to destroy me, and He’s turning it into something He can use to work something deep into my heart.

I have a choice.  I can stay angry, closed up, and distract myself into numbness.  Or, I can grieve, cry, and trade these ashes for His beauty.  It seems like the obvious choice, but it’s not simple. 

I want to be alone right now, and in my loneliness, I want to feel sorry for myself.  I want to turn on the tv and get lost in whatever is on, no matter if I like it or not.  I want stay daydreaming about my baby and what we would have been like a year from now, a family of 7 instead of 6.  I want to tantrum sometimes like a little kid who didn’t get her way.  But God is drawing me to something better. 

He allows us to grieve and ask why.  In the garden of Gethsemane, Jesus said “My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death…My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me.”  But in the midst of that overwhelming sorrow and grief, in His very next breath he uttered, “Yet not as I will, but as you will.”  God did not create death.  But he chose to use it through His son to work something deep into the hearts of men for ages to come, so that we might be spared and spend eternity with Him.  What a good and loving Father.  And I personally am thankful that He overcame the grave!  Now I don’t have to wonder where my little one is.  I know.

So though you might see me with tear stained cheeks, tired and overcome with grief and sorrow, I can say God is good.  He has been working deep things in my heart.  He sits enthroned in the heavens, and my little one gets to see Him face to face.  There is no greater gift I could have given my child but Him.  And for eternity that little one gets to rest in His perfect arms of love because we allowed her life into our lives, even for a short time.

“Blessed are those whose strength is in you, who have set their hearts on pilgrimage.  As they pass through the Valley of Baca [tears], they make it a place of springs; the autumn rains also cover it with pools.  They go from strength to strength, till each appears before God in Zion.”  Psalm 84:  5-7

This verse has been prayed over me many times during my life, but never did I receive it with such clarity as I do now.  My heart is forever set on a pilgrimage and my very life’s goal is to draw closer to the heart of God, always sojourning until the day I see Him face to face.  But in this journey, there will be tears.  Jesus warned us that in this life, there are many troubles.  But we are blessed when we make this journey through hardships and allow Him to turn our tears into a place of springs…life!  But here’s my new favorite part:  “the autumn rains also cover it with pools [blessings].” 

You see, I learned of my baby’s passing two days before my birthday.  My actual birthday and the days surrounding this year were filled with so much pain, physically, emotionally, and psychologically.  Three years ago, during the same week, my cousin suddenly passed away. When I was younger, my grandfather also left this earth around the time of my birthday.  A few other hard things have happened during the very same week.  So, my initial reaction to the timing of all this was “What in the world are you trying to say to me about the week I was brought into the world!?!” 

And in the Lord’s kindness, He revealed a little more about this passage.  It’s these autumn (some versions say early, but mine actually says autumn) rains that bring blessings.  And with each terrible hardship, each year, I’ve walked away with immeasurable blessings.  Not in an outward sense, no not at all.  In fact, it seems each autumn (or close to it) brings loss.  But it’s in this loss that God chooses to draw me closer than ever before and give me a glimpse of His eternal glory.  I’d rather have that than a birthday cake any day.

This year, my blessing has been a renewed commitment to maintain possession of nothing on this earth.  I own nothing, and I am nothing apart from Him.  He alone sits enthroned in my heart.  But I found how easily it is that I allow things that He has blessed me with, good things, to take His place.  How quickly my family became so important to me that it threatened to take that place of most importance.  And like Abraham who was asked to offer up His only son, my Father has challenged me with whether I’d be willing to give up these good and perfect little blessings if He asked me to.  Unlike Abraham who had unwavering faith, I was quite a bit more hesitant.  But His kindness led me to a place where I realize that if I truly want to possess all of Him, to know Him in His fullness, than I must possess nothing else.  And though Abraham was rich and owned many things, he possessed nothing.  That is the cry of my heart as I continue to walk through the Valley of Baca.  That I might come out receiving His blessings that these autumn rains are bringing, but still possessing nothing. 

But whatever former things I had that might have been gains to me, I have come to consider as [one combined] loss for Christ’s sake.

Yes, furthermore, I count everything as loss compared to the possession of the priceless privilege (the overwhelming preciousness, the surpassing worth, and supreme advantage) of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord and of progressively becoming more deeply and intimately acquainted with Him [of perceiving and recognizing and understanding Him more fully and clearly]. For His sake I have lost everything and consider it all to be mere rubbish (refuse, dregs), in order that I may win (gain) Christ (the Anointed One),

And that I may [actually] be found and known as in Him, not having any [self-achieved] righteousness that can be called my own, based on my obedience to the Law’s demands (ritualistic uprightness and supposed right standing with God thus acquired), but possessing that [genuine righteousness] which comes through faith in Christ (the Anointed One), the [truly] right standing with God, which comes from God by [saving] faith.

[For my determined purpose is] that I may know Him [that I may progressively become more deeply and intimately acquainted with Him, perceiving and recognizing and understanding the wonders of His Person more strongly and more clearly], and that I may in that same way come to know the power outflowing from His resurrection [which it exerts over believers], and that I may so share His sufferings as to be continually transformed [in spirit into His likeness even] to His death, [in the hope]

That if possible I may attain to the [spiritual and moral] resurrection [that lifts me] out from among the dead [even while in the body].

Philippians 3: 7-11, Amplified
Thank you for praying for us.  Though this post is long, there is so much more to say!  So many victories and kindnesses and lessons.  All of us have been walking through this with a heart to see God’s purpose in our pain.  We ask for continued prayer.  I personally ask that you pray against fear that is so quick to enter my mind.  And also for energy to accomplish the day to day tasks of this family that I am so blessed to be a part of for as long as He lets me.  For my husband to be blessed, because I do not exaggerate when I say that he has been the most excellent husband and father I could have imagined, while all the while his heart has broken as well.  Finally for my kids…it was my oldest’s first reaction to pray for a miracle when he heard the news.  I love that I got a glimpse of his faith.  I ask for prayers for them, that their faith is increased beyond measure and that in their sadness, they find comfort.

If you’ve read to this point, I thank you for letting me pour out my heart to you.  I pray that He blesses you and that you walk with a deeper understanding of how near He is to us always. 

Many tears are still being cried, and each and every day is difficult, but He is good.  He is good.

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

My Deep Sorrow

I feel like I’m having an out of body experience, and yet I feel every bit of pain, both real and emotional, that hits me like unrelenting waves.  I think this is just a really, long, bad dream, but there’s no waking up.  There’s no going to sleep either.  Where I once felt life, I feel hollow.  Where there was joy, there is so much sorrow.  So much. 

And yet…

 Though I said “I will never be shaken,” I am.  Not in who or what I believe in.  But in who and what I am.  And what is just? And what is fair?  And why does it all matter?  Because in light of the thousands of tears I cried, and the countless prayers I’ve prayed, He’s still the same, yesterday, today, and forever.  He is still good.

My heart has never been as broken as it is right now.  I cannot comprehend how to move on in this moment.  But He is good.  And He will gently lead me.  I’m so sad, and I’m angry, and I’m confused.  But He is good.  And He still holds my heart. 

Selfishly, I want to hold and kiss something that I cannot.  I feel robbed.  I feel violated.  I feel empty. 

And yet…

He is near.  So near.  My soul is downcast, but I will praise Him yet.  Because without Him, without His love, I could not have possibly loved another precious, tiny one whom I have never met this much.  My love for this life lost is supernatural and inexplicable.  It comes from something much greater, much wiser, more powerful than I.   It’s in those tender arms of perfect love that I imagine my little one right now, separated from me, but forever in His presence. 

Oh, my soul is weary.  I am nothing apart from Him.  I am sad, and angry, and confused.  But I will trust in that unfailing love that I had the privilege to experience and that I will never forget.


Thursday, August 8, 2013

What Extravagant Love Looks Like

Tomorrow is going to be a great day.  But before you start wondering what’s on our agenda, I’ll just stop you there.  It’s not going to be great because of something we have planned.  It’s not going to be great because of something we’ve done. 

Tomorrow is going to be great because there’s a woman who lives far away from us that is going to endure one of the most selfless acts I have heard of, and there will be much rejoicing because of her actions flowing out of such a beautiful heart.

Tomorrow, a wife, a mom, a sister, a friend is checking herself into a hospital, and giving away a part of herself so that another young man, whom she never knew, could live. 

Tomorrow, this woman is setting aside her agenda, her social life, her expectations, and her body so that another person could have the opportunity to have an agenda, a social life, expectations, and live in his body.

Tomorrow, three children, one very young, will watch their momma walk out Scripture in a way that so many of us only talk about.  Tomorrow a man is loving others in such a sacrificial way that he is giving his wife up for a period of time so that they can together fulfill a call on all of our hearts: to love each other as Christ has loved us.  Tomorrow, family and friends will wait and watch a beautiful act of selfless love enter this world. 

Tomorrow is going to be a great day.

A very good friend of mine’s sister-in-law heard about a young boy who desperately needed a kidney to save his life.  Not knowing whether she was a match, she boldly and courageously asked the question, Why not me?  She didn’t use her busyness as an excuse.  She didn’t use the odds of matching this need as a reason to stay away.  She was moved in her heart to help another, like so many of us are moved.  The difference is that she went way beyond being moved, and instead moved herself into action.

I don’t know this woman personally, but I’d love to meet her.  She’s a hero, although I’m sure she’d never consider herself as such.  She’s an example, although the motivation of her heart was not to lead, but to love.  We talk a lot about how much we love the Lord, but eventually this love should overflow into life changing encounters with others.  Her intense love for her Maker inspires me, and draws me to a place where I desire to extravagantly love.

Tomorrow, she is giving life to a child, but she is giving glory to God.  Matthew 25: 31-46 says this:

31 “When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will sit on his glorious throne. 32 All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate the people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. 33 He will put the sheep on his right and the goats on his left.

34 “Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. 35 For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’

37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’

40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’


Her name is Kim.  Pray for her and her family tomorrow as she does this amazing act of love for a boy who needs extravagant love, but ultimately for her King. 

Tomorrow, let’s love others extravagantly right alongside of her, however you feel led.

Tomorrow is going to be a great day!


Tuesday, July 30, 2013

When We Lose Confidence

When is it, exactly, in our lifetime when we start to lose our self confidence?  When is it that we start to feel self conscious?  When is it that we start to lose sight of what makes us come alive, and rather choose to act in a way that we feel “safe” in the eyes of those around us?

Just a few weeks ago, I realized that my oldest child, a mere 6 ½ years old, is starting to feel less than adequate in some areas.  And my heart broke in a whole new way.

Twice a week, we try to quick clean the whole house.  It’s amazing how quickly things around here can clutter up and get grimy!  To make it fun, we play some upbeat tunes, set a timer, and see if we can finish cleaning the room in the allotted time.  It’s become our favorite way to get our chores done, and I’m often asked on non-cleaning days if we could “just do timer cleaning on just one room, pleeeeaaaase!” 

Once the timer is set, and our playlist is queued up, dust rags, vacuums and mops join the chorus of many voices singing, little fists pumping in the air.  Yes, cleaning day over here is wild and loud, but we don’t mind getting our chores done!

Just a few weeks ago, as I sprayed everyone’s dust rags during one of our favorite cleaning songs, I noticed one less voice joining our chorus.  There stood my oldest, cleaning, but clearly feeling awkward, restraining himself from joining in our family fun. 

I took him aside to see what the matter was, thinking he wasn’t feeling well or that perhaps he had something else on his mind.  I didn’t expect him to say, “Mom, it’s just that I don’t sing as well as you or Noah, so I thought I wouldn’t be a bother and not sing at all.”  Of course, my first response was, “Honey, of course you’re as good as us!  You should still sing!”  His little brother was listening and also rushed into the scene, attempting to encourage big brother and tell him he sings beautifully. 

Later that day, my dear son said he wanted to talk.  “I know I’m not as good as you are at singing.  I also know that I am good at other things.  I just don’t want to do the things I’m not good at anymore.” 

Time to be honest:  as much as I absolutely, beyond a shadow of a doubt, LOVE to hear my son sing, it’s true that he’s not going to be recording a Billboard hit in his future.  But my heart was to encourage him not to quit.  Singing is praising, and the Lord only requires us to make a joyful noise, not a perfectly harmonic noise.  Besides, who is to say who is good and who is better?  And furthermore, who says that you can’t improve if you just keep trying?

These are all the things that were whirling through my head, but all that came out of my mouth was “for now let me pray about this and we’ll talk later.”  Thank you Lord for teaching me a little restraint!  The more I thought about it, the more I realized, our choice to restrain ourselves, sometimes resulting in fear, comes from our inability to realize who we were created to be.  The truth is, we were each designed specifically by the Creator of the Universe, who chose to place stars in the sky, give me my curly hair, and give my son the voice He gave him (which by the way is one of the sweetest sounds I have ever heard in my life).

I realized that I am just now entering into a season of knowing who I am, and not in the sense of what I want to be or do with my life.  No, in being who I am unapologetically.  In knowing that my sense of humor is a gift, and that my intelligence is not a bad thing.  In feeling comfortable in my own skin and with my own voice. In passionately following things He placed in my heart with no excuses, no restraint.  I will not be the best at anything I do.  There is always going to be someone more creative, more proficient, smarter, more organized.  And I have let that silly truth stop me in my tracks so many times.  But my Creator has made me exactly who I am, and has told me in 2 Timothy 1:7 that I have not been given a spirit of fear, but of power, love, and a sound mind. 

And the more I prayed about what to tell my son, I realized that I would be supportive no matter what he chooses, as long as he walks along in the confidence that God intended for him.  There are other ways to praise, and he is my one who reads and loves the Word.  He speaks truth over each one of us.  I know that he desires a relationship with the living God, rather than religion.  But still, he is 6.  He has a lot to learn, develop, and practice.  So we sat down and examined some Scripture together to figure this one out.  Here’s a sampling of what we discussed:

1 Peter 2:9 says “But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people belonging to God, that you may declare the praises of Him who called you out of darkness in to his wonderful light.”  (emphasis added)

Psalm 139:13-16
“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.”

1 Samuel 16:7
“But the LORD said to Samuel, ‘Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.’”
Matthew 5:13-14
"You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled by men. You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden.”

1 Peter 2:5
“You also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house to be a holy priesthood, offering spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ.”

I looked at his little face and told him how precious he was not just to me and our family, but to His King who made him just the way he is.  As his smile spread across his face, it seemed like a light bulb came on.  He apologized for not singing…indeed, he wants to sing…and dance…and play instruments…this boy was a fountain once we tapped into him!  I reminded him he doesn’t sing for us, but for His King…I think he gets it now.  He’s been singing louder and longer ever since, even writing some of his own songs.  I cannot help but ask myself what if we never talked this one through?  What would have happened to this passion that I see in him now?

When do we lose our confidence?  When is it that we abandon what is in our hearts for something that is seemingly acceptable? 

When we lose sight of who we are living and breathing for.  When we choose to please the created rather than the Creator.  When we have enough self awareness to finally learn what sacrifice might be.  But in sacrificing what others think of us, we rest in a place of true joy, walking in confidence, and becoming the person we were destined to become.

Here are some of my boy’s latest worship lyrics:

            God, you are my King,
            The best King,
            The only King.
            You are more powerful than anything.
            You are my King.
            You are my King.