October 12, 2013
October 11, 2013
As they continued their travel, Jesus entered a village.
A woman by the name of Martha welcomed him and made him feel quite at home. She had a sister, Mary, who sat before the Master, hanging on every word he said.
But Martha was pulled away by all she had to do in the kitchen.
Later, she stepped in, interrupting them. “Master, don’t you care that my sister has abandoned the kitchen to me? Tell her to lend me a hand.”
The Master said, “Martha, dear Martha...
you’re fussing far too much and getting yourself worked up over nothing.
One thing only is essential, and Mary has chosen it—it’s the main course, and won’t be taken from her.”
October 10, 2013
Earlier this summer, I read the book So Long Insecurity by Beth Moore. It was a fabulous, which spoke right to me in a season where I felt... well... insecure. I was making huge life decisions, such as where we would live, and was struggling with feeling like my worth or value depended on something outside of me.
Which, in reality, it does.
It depends on God's adoption of me. A daughter of the king.
That is where I hope and pray I find my value day in and day out. I need to be honest, this is hard work for me. I fall prey to comparison and the but they did this and they did that game when it comes to deciding what is best for me. I am not quick to be quiet. Not quick to wear the blinders to even Christian culture in order to hear of God's best for me.
But that is not where I intended to go here. This book gave an example of mind over matter that I have found so freeing. Now I understand that I might sound like a crazy person to those who don't struggle with comparison and insecurity (there must be someone in the world who doesn't, right?), but in the name of freedom, I'm going to share this.
In so many words, Beth described the woman who walks in a room and immediately sizes herself up to every other woman in there. Physically. Spiritually. Emotionally. I do this. Beth did this. You might. You kind of quickly evaluate where you stand and you either feel good, or you feel down. You see that you may be dressed more stylish that some, and it elevates yourself a bit. But there's that person who you really admire spiritually, and God, if I could be more like her (really?).
This is the straight-up-raw-honesty folks. I do this.
The first problem, is this is pride at. it's. core. Acting as if the world revolves around me. The hierarchy of spirituality or attractiveness or something revolves around where I'm at. And where I stand is all that matters.
You see how ridiculous this is when I say it out loud?
This hinders us so much from loving well. From being confident in our identity in Christ. From stepping out in faith and boldness to pursue relationship, encourage other women, or step alongside the outcast.
I now see this.
Beth's advice? Just stop it.
Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.
The very best thing about identifying these ridiculous habits of comparison and pride, our ability to see it in the moment and put an end to it. Cut your mind off from going there, and ask for the Lord's eyes to see all of His children. We all need him desperately. Cute skinny jeans, boots, and sweater or sweatpants. Eloquent speaker or not. Confident and bold and captivating, or shy, reserved, and quiet. We all need Him.
In comparison to His son, that is the only place we stand.
So stop the ridiculousness. Let your mind be transformed by truth. Make sure you are filling your mind with the things that are good and trustworthy and honorable. Truth-reading. Reject the comparison. The self-deprecation. Or the self-elevation. Whatever it may be, we need Jesus. End of story.
I find so so so much freedom here.
October 9, 2013
Today was the day we swapped diapers for underwear for the big boy. I had a lot of anxiety leading up to it for some reason. I put it off and kept making excuses. But when it came down to it, I did it like I do many things. Just pull the plug one day and say, "okay, that's it!"
So, today was that day.
It went much better than I anticipated. The day wasn't without accidents, but he had a cluster of about 4 accidents shortly after drinking a huge cup of juice, which they said to do to give them opportunity to go. I guess he had to go TOO bad. But other than that little cluster in the afternoon, he was dry. That, and the time he did a #2 in his underwear. How is that for mommy talk?
Seriously, I don't know what I was afraid of. It's potty training. Accidents happen. Life goes on. I imagine the worst. As if it is a slow-mo NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! every time he doesn't make it to the potty. That's not how it goes. It's always fine. And he will learn.
But it kind of got me thinking about how I approach things that are different or new. It is often with anxiety. With imagining the worst. I just pray that when it comes to being bold about my kids, I choose to be bold and not fear.
Truth is, accidents will always happen in life. Decisions will not always be the best ones, but they are the ones we make. And God can use our mess to bring glory to Him, if we let him.
I want the kind of life that isn't afraid of taking risks. That boldly steps out in faith into whatever he has next. Trusting. Instead of fearing the worst. Because, even if the worst happens, there is still grace. There is still hope. There is still a God who stoops the lowest and he is found there.
Don't let fear keep you captive.