Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Whiny McWhinerson
I'm in the process of making a list for blog ideas for the next 31 days. I have four things on it, soooo I'll keep working on that.
If you have any bright ideas, I'd be happy to consider them.
I've spent a good portion of the day in the book of Jonah. We are teaching our Bible Clubber's on Jonah for the month of October. This year we are skipping curriculum in favor of teaching whatever we feel God's leading in regarding the kids we have. It's cool to see God working.
I was perusing Pinterest to come up with some extra word search pages and activities. What I found was just a bunch of crafts about a whale. And several lessons titled "Jonah Obeyed God." So I went back and read the story for the 50th time.
I have to say, the point of Jonah is certainly not the whale. Not by a long shot. And you have to use a pretty loose term of "obeyed" to describe dear Jonah. What I DO see, is God's grace on magnificent display in that little book of Jonah. His grace chased after Jonah. His grace saved the sailors, physically and spiritually. His grace in the big fish. His grace to the Ninevites. And even his grace to pouty Jonah at the end of the story.
I'm always annoyed by whiny Jonah. Probably because I am Jonah. God gives me *pretty clear* instructions and first chance I get, I dart the opposite direction. And when He comes after me (which He always does, because: Grace) I like to play the martyr like dear Jonah. Yet He still saves me. And yes, there's people I don't want to share the gospel with because I know God is merciful, and yes it's because there are people I don't want Him to be merciful with. I want justice for them. And again...He redirects my heart. Back to the gospel. Back to mercy and grace and forgiveness that I did not deserve, and certainly didn't earn. But receive over and over and over again.
But my heart doesn't always automatically go there, to grace. It very often is automatically a Jonah. God's grace amazes me. I can't comprehend it, because it's the exact opposite of my own heart and nature.
So, long story short: There will be no whale crafts tonight at our Bible Club ;)
Friday, February 21, 2014
Desperate
We had a blizzard warning yesterday and lost electricity for awhile last night.
My kids are home for their up-teenth snow and/or wicked cold day, this year.
And I spent the morning google-ing churches in Georgia that might need a pastor.
I have no idea why I picked Georgia, annnnd it's not exactly the best way to find a church. But my heart is desperate to escape the cold winter. Desperate enough that uprooting my whole family and moving across the country seems legit.
My wiser self would tell you that making life-changing decisions during times of desperation is a really.bad.idea.
My sick-of-winter self says...so.what.
And as I was google-ing...I couldn't escape a little tune, to a little verse that I learned not long after I was saved.
This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. Psalm 118:24
Rejoice and be glad.
Meh.
It's the opposite of what my heart wants to do in winter. It's always the opposite of what my heart wants to do in situations where the misery feels like it will never end.
And so I choose. And I have to choose constantly to rely on truth rather than my feelings. To be glad in the day before me. No matter the weather, my circumstances, or my feelings. Sometimes I fail miserably at that. And I google and make plans to become a Southerner. (My town will resemble Blue Belle like in Hart of Dixie. Reality much?)
And God gently redirects my ever wandering heart...
I have to choose rejoicing and gladness because if I don't...I end up bringing further misery in the end.
Winter will end. Winter will end. Say it with me, Winter will end.
Monday, January 20, 2014
Marriage Part Dos
Verse on the tongue (Proverbs in literally chuck full of
them): Proverbs 21:23
keeps himself out of trouble.
and those who love it will eat its fruits.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Barfing Preaches
Christmas in general is craziness around here (just like everywhere else.) Add into that sickness among all of us and..BLEH.
I didn't drink coffee for four days. That's how bad.
But as I sit here, I'm sporting my 20 oz coffee mug and life is good again.
Being sick does something really important. It gives me a big-fat-dose of perspective. It's like God's reminder to me of how weak I really am. And how little I really do on my own. Take my health away and I have little to offer as far as accomplishments. Nothing actually.
And this bout of sickness taught me something new. Barfing preaches. I got sick very late on Christmas night. I'll spare you the details, sorta, but it was not nice. I felt gross all night, and then in the morning the barfing finally came.
*and this is a side-note, but DUDE how does that stuff stay in your stomach for so long?! I hadn't eaten for a good 15 hours and when the barfing started I thought, "Oh good, I haven't eaten much so I don't have very much to throw up" but NO. I was wrong*
I feel like we need to talk about barfing for a sec. There's different kinds of barfing. The kind where you barf fairly soon after you eat and it's super gross because it's mushed up food and you never wanna eat that food again for as long as you live. But then two days go by and you find yourself eating pizza again. And then there is the acid-barfing. Where you haven't eaten for a long time but your stomach is full of acid and bile and other grossness and when you barf that. Ouch. It burns like none other and leaves your throat super sore.
So, I had the acid-barfing. *shudder* Aren't you glad you stopped by today? A few hours afterwards, I was super thirsty, but dreaded the thought of drinking anything. I grabbed a bottled water out of the fridge, twisted the cap off and took a tiny sip.
It was the worst tasting water ever.
Of course it wasn't really the water that was the problem. It was perfectly fine and the same water that I always drink and have no problem with. If my family were to grab a bottle, and give it a swig, they would think it was great.
The water tasted bad because of my circumstances. My experience. It tasted bad because of a very real event: Acid barfing.
And then it hit me. A very real truth that sometimes the Gospel, Jesus...tastes very bad to people. Believers and unbelievers alike. Sometimes life circumstances or beliefs or whatever distort what really is.
The water I was tasting was the same water as usual, its taste hadn't changed literally, but my taste for it had. Someone could have argued with me about the taste of the water, but would that have changed how it tasted to me?
Absolutely not.
Sometimes, we have to figure out what's distorting our taste. Sometimes, we need to love people and give them some time to heal from the acid-barfing of their life so they can taste again.
Oh, taste and see that the LORD is good! Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him! Psalm 34:8
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Words
Words by Hawk Nelson
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anVweXDcxhA
(Nelson is also the name of our dog. That's just bonus random info for you)
Words can build us up, words can tear us down. Start a fire in our hearts or put it out.
Let my words be life. Let my words be truth. I don't wanna say a word unless it points the world back to you.
I wanna speak Your love not just another noise.
The song speaks some serious truth. I'm not sure we truly realize the power we hold in our words. I'm also not sure that Christians listen to themselves all that much. I mean really listen to what we say in regular conversation on a daily basis.
It often reeks of selfishness, arrogance, pride, harshness and criticism.
Let's stop doing that. It makes us look like idiots.
And if someone points that out to us, we are quick to defend our reasons why we are justified in it...aren't we? Sometimes God whispers to me, do you hear yourself? Stop it.
And sometimes I want to say to other people, do you hear yourself? (but that generally does not go over well ;)
But in my head I'm asking it.
The Bible is clear. This is one of a ton of verses, the Bible is not silent on the tongue.
Proverbs 18:21
We have the power to speak life to those around us, our husbands, children, friends, family, neighbors, community and strangers. And internet land.
Or...we speak death. Which is another way of saying we crush people with our words, or tone, or our blabbering on and on about whatever.
Those around us, they hear us. Whether we want to be honest with ourselves or not is up to us. If you are brave find someone who will be honest with you and ask them the tough questions so that you can hear what you sound like. (and then when they tell you the truth, accept it.)
What consumes my conversations?
Am I quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry?
Who does most of the talking in conversations?
What does my attitude generally portray about me?
Am I an encourager or do I leave people feeling drained after being around me?
Where are my sights and perspectives? Focused on temporal or eternal?
Well, you get the idea. Go ahead, do it. I dare you. When I did it the first time...it wasn't pretty. But through God's grace the answers to those questions are changing.
The weird thing that I didn't expect, is that some people don't want to see you change! They view it as criticism against themselves...and/or other stuff I don't quite understand. So I go back to this truth: God called me from the way I was speaking, and to a way to control my tongue in order to bring life to those around me. I didn't make it up, and I can't do it on my own. In Him and through Him, because ultimately: I want to walk in obedience to Christ. Who gave His life for me.
That's it.
Friday, February 1, 2013
Eleven Days
(Actually, it's now 14 days since my last post. I started this one three days ago and then something else *hit the fan* so to speak.) So it's a little inaccurate now. Whatever.
*Deep, deep sigh*
Today all the kids are finally back to school and the flu has hopefully left our house for good.
We had an ice storm, and then last night we had a thunderstorm. In January. Weird. It's like the weather is matching all the other crazy stuff going on.
(No worries though, because we also had a snow storm and school was cancelled three days this week...that's just part of the update for you. Confused yet? I am.)
Our tiny little church was a part of two funerals in the past two weeks.
And some things you think would never happen. Happen.
And you pray. And pray and pray and pray some more.
Because life sometimes...well, it's terribly messy. And hard. And sometimes walking with people through their hard stuff brings a unique kind of pain.
And sometimes you just want to blame it on the terrible month of January, and let yourself believe that if you can just make it to February 1st, it will be better.
Because maybe it will.
A few weeks ago, I came across this verse from our Bible Study and although I'd heard it before, I heard it that time in a new way.
John 16:33
Jesus sets the bar at trouble. "You will have trouble" Period. It's like He said to me, expect it. Don't be shocked, and certainly stop trying to live life in ways to avoid the trouble. Life is trouble. But Jesus has told me the things I need to know and hear, so that I can have peace. And then He gives a big, fat, fresh dose of perspective by reminding me that these current troubles, are just itty bitty in the scheme of things.
Big picture: He has overcome the world.
The world, and all the crap that it has to offer and throw at me...I can deal with because of Jesus.
He has won already.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Keeping it Real
I'm convinced that God uses the frustrating relationships in my life to refine me, and change me. I'm also convinced He uses them to help me value and appreciate those whose weirdness is compatible with mine.
As I look at my inner-circle of people, I can't help but smile at their weirdness. All unique. All crazy. And completely different.
I read an article awhile back about relationships, and it said something to the affect that we become a lot like the combination of the five people we spend the most time with. It went on to talk about Jesus, and His ministry to the masses as well as how he interacted with the few that were in His inner-circle. And it got me thinking. Who are my 5? Who's 5 am I in? And how are they affecting me and me affecting them?
Do I leave those in the inner better than I found them? Do I rub off on them positively or negatively? How do my mannerisms, thoughts, words, beliefs, actions change them? Are they better for having been in my presence?
Or...
Do I leave them feeling discouraged? Annoyed? Frustrated? Do I complain too much and listen too little? Is our relationship about my agenda, my needs, my everything?
Tough questions...but crucial. Sometimes tough questions require tough answers, and tough answers mean even harder changes.
Philippians 4:8
I want my mouth and my life to match when it comes to this verse. I want to think and speak on those things FAR more than I vent and complain about their opposites. And that is hard.
But I didn't make it up. God did. And it sounds lovely.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Just Thinking...
My response: That's the story of everyones life.
That's life. I tend to try to keep a check and balance thing going, finding some contentment if the "good things" side of the scale outweighs the "bad." But that's not how life works. And it's certainly not how my God intends me to view it. Life is always good stuff and hard stuff going on simultaneously.
My perception of the bad is often what He intends for good.
I can't shake the words of Paul, in the book of Philippians where he says,
for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all things through Him who strengthens me. (4:11-13)Contentment is not easily attained. Especially in today's society, even among believers.
We sing a song at church...Count Your Blessings. Count your blessings, name them one by one...count your many blessings see what God has done. Even in the hard stuff of life, there is blessing from Him to be found. Sometimes we just need to look at it through His perspective.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Prodigal
That's me today.
I started a bullet point list of all the things that are making me cranky (you know, in attempt to justify it)...turns out, the list just ended up annoying me so I deleted it :)
Turns out, there really is no reason...no really good one anyway. Dang it. It's so much nicer when I can blame my heart condition on some outside circumstance...like the ungodly weather right now...
Truth is...my heart has wandered from it's true source of joy, wisdom, hope...truth...which only comes from one person....my Jesus.
I know this doesn't make sense to some...but when I met him 16 years ago, He gave me a new life.
He replaced anger with joy, and rationality with faith, and selfishness with love. But my heart...it's forever wandering...trying to run back to what it was...because that's easier.
Sometimes I let it. And then become miserable. And then, like a child, I realize where I'm at...and turn back for home.
The prodigal in the story.
But Jesus...always the Father in the story...always.
*The story can be found in Luke chapter 15 verses 11-32*
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Rebuked...
In our little family, Ben and I have an order to life.
God - First
Family - Second
Ministry - Third
The rest of the list varies for each of us, but the first three are the same, and have to be in that order. Within that order, life works. It doesn't mean it's always smooth and easy, it just means that it works, because for us, that is the order God has given. We know that without a doubt.
This week, we (mostly me) have jumbled the order sometimes...and that does not work. At all.
In the wrong order, I begin to get irritated with all three. Seems silly, but it's true. It took me a few days to figure out what the problem was. At first, I was pretty sure the problem was just my kids being naughty and my husband not paying enough attention to me...so I informed them of this.
My husband, of course, listened and apologized while my children stared at me with blank expressions, wondering who this crazy lady was standing before them. I was sure it would be better now that I informed them of their wrong-doing.
But the next day...I still felt the same. Irritated with them.
Puzzling. And then God gave me that list...that order, and the vast knowledge that it was not my husband and children that were the problem...it was me. Ouch. I was the one shuffling the order of things. And once again, I am thankful that I can go before a gracious God, repent, and start fresh.
This morning I opened to Luke 6, and read this verse...(41&41)
"And why quibble about the speck in someone else's eye - his little fault - when a board is in your own? How can you think of saying to him 'Brother, let me help you get rid of that speck in your eye,' when you can't see past the board in yours? Hypocrite!"
Just His gentle, loving reminder for me as I begin a new day :)
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
So Good to Me...
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Suddenly
It's been one of those mornings...again. Amidst the craziness, my mind is constantly trying to find something "bloggable" about it all. Nothing. Nothing very original anyways.
So I sat down with my Cheerios, Bible, Sansa, and ginormous mug of coffee, and handed it over to God. Finally. And He took me to two things simultaneously. Both are things I've read/heard countless times...but today, I heard them differently.
The first was in John 17. It's the passage where Jesus is praying and pouring out his heart to his heavenly father. There's something about it that is so intimate...and amazing. Today, I was plugging along and then got to verse 10. It so struck my heart that I sobbed. Immediately! Now...I'm a crier...I cry easily, but not usually like this. God hit me with this.
V10 (The Living Bible) " And all of them, since they are mine, belong to you; and you have given them back to me with everything else of yours, and so they are my glory!"
...we are His glory...I am His GLORY!?!? What? I thought this version must have it wrong, so I pulled out my NIV, and it pretty much said the same idea. Wow. Today, He hit me with just what I needed...that awesome reminder of how HUGE His love is for me. He knows me inside and out...all the ugly stuff, and still...because I'm covered in Him....I bring Him glory. Something to think about...
The second thing that made my heart stop, was the song Suddenly by Toby Mac. I've heard it a million times...I love it, but today it's as if I heard it differently. It's a fun song...and then suddenly, in the middle, it changes a little and there's this huge block of amazing truth...and it hit me today!
Here it is...
"Sometimes it’s in an instant, Sometimes we wait for years
But it comes down to the moment when faith eclipses fear
Your wandering is over The other side is real
You’ve broken through Your mountain moved
And mercy is revealed His mercy is revealed, yeah "
In case you want to hear the song, here it is. Fair warning: video and sound quality are not the greatest, but you'll get the idea :) I wish I could have you all over, to my mini-van...then we could ride around my tiny town listening to Toby Mac, while my children cover their ears and beg me to turn it down. Good times.