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Monthly Archives: August 2011
>Lizard Lie
>Yesterday we had an appraiser coming out to look at our house.
(Yes, we have taken it off the market and are refinancing)
The appraiser is coming, so of course ,we are cleaning the house. Getting everything looking as expensive and perfect as possible.
So she walks in the door and I put our dog up so he doesn’t jump all over the poor woman and then as I am walking down the hall removing all the barricades (the girls’ toy keyboards and our box fan) to the bedrooms (the dog is not allowed in the bedrooms because (1) they are carpet and (2) because he eats things like underwear, socks, plastic toys, and well just whatever he can swallow).
And as I come out of my Bekah’s room there he is… a lizard.
He’s all nice and perfectly still in the corner of our hall. Normally I would scream right now… but the appraiser is in the living room.
I’m thinking “does a lizard in the house decrease the value of a home?????”
I try to stay calm as I ask Bekah to go get me a cup and then frantically motion for her to be quiet when she comes running up with the cup and goes “what is it? it’s a lizard!”
My momma “shhhhhhhh” finger goes to my mouth.
I stay perfectly still in the hall staring down this lizard daring him to move until the appraiser goes out the door to measure the outside of the house first. And then the chase is on. Slippery little sucker that he was I could not catch him!
I was perfectly calm at first. Ready to catch the lizard, but the more he escaped my grasp and wiggled and slithered all around the corner I had him trapped him, he just grew more and more ickkkkkkyyyyy!
He slithered into the closet and so I have to start emptying out the contents of the closet as I try to catch him. By this time I am squealing and then my husband comes over to encourage me in my catching as he cheers me on, laughing at me the whole time. So here me and my husband and both our girls are huddled up at the end of the hall with the contents of the closet scattered around chasing a lizard…
Well my husband decides to jump in due to my squealing and in his manly way of catching the thing he cuts off the poor lizard’s tail… which continues to jump and flip in the middle of the hall floor and now the girls are screaming and I am screaming. “It’s still moving! Why is it still moving?”
And yes this is the exact moment the appraiser walks back in needing to get the crawlspace door unlocked…
So my husband goes out to unlock the crawlspace and I am left with the lizard tail and on the search for the rest of the lizard.
The lizard that we never found.
So then comes bed time. Guess whose room is beside the lizard hunt?
Yes, Bekah’s
Who askes if we caught the lizard as I am tucking her in the bed and giving her a goodnight kiss?
Yes, Bekah.
Who decides this might be a good time for what Jon Acuff called “a polite lie”?
Yes, me.
Well, it might not have been a lie…
I simply said “no I didn’t catch him, he went back under the house.”
He most certainly could have went back under the house… right?
>Will You Love Jesus More
>I received this song in an email from my Precept Leader Developer as an encouragement. The song is beautiful and truly shares my heart. This song sings my prayer as not just a teacher, but as a woman of God in every area of my life.
The song is “Will You Love Jesus More”
I realize more and more as I grow in my walk with Christ and as I travel this narrow path that I must decrease and Christ must increase. It is always nice to know that people like you. It is wonderful to know that people love you, especially when those people are your spouse and children and family and friends.
However, if I lived my life and all I have managed to gain is my husband and children loving me… and everyone liking me, then I have failed.
My purpose is to lead my family and all those I know and meet to love Christ more, not me.
How easy it would be to give my children all they want and never expect anything from them. To build myself up in their eyes and try to earn the #1 Mommy of the World Award and convince them that no one could ever love them like I do… but this would be a lie.
There is someone who loves them more than me. Someone who loves them with a love so intense that I cannot even wrap my mind around it in order to even begin to attempt to explain it.
My husband and I have always told our children that we love them more than they will ever understand (at least until they have children of their own) and then we end this with a “but there is Someone who loves you even more than us and His name is Jesus”
You see we have learned that if we leave our children with us alone as their highest definition and picture of love, if we are their litmus of what so great love is… oh my that scares me. We are not as good as it gets. We are flesh. We will have times that we overreact to situations because we are tired or hurt. We will make mistakes in our attempt to love our children the way God desires us to.
We are here to love them to Christ. We are here to teach them to rest and find security in His love for them, because He is unchanging and His love is unchanging.
My goal as a mother is for God to use me to help my children to leave our home loving Jesus more.
As a wife, if I look at my husband and tell him that no one will ever love him as much as me, then that is a lie. There is someone who loves him more deeply than I ever will be able to conceive. If my love is the litmus for my husband’s worth then I will fail him.
There will be times that I hurt him out of my own hurt and out of my own overwhelment of life. I will misinterpret his words and respond out of a break in communication. I will misread his intentions and will fail to meet needs that I don’t even know exist. I will never be enough to fill his every longing and secure him in every way.
But there is One that will never lash out at him, or snap at him, or fail him in any way. There is One that will always accurately define his worth and secure him. I am to always point my husband to Christ and draw his eyes to Him and not myself. For Christ alone loves him with an everlasting love.
As a wife, I am to allow God to use me to draw my husband ever closer to Him. If in my death I leave this earth before my husband, I pray that my husband will be able to say that I helped him love Jesus more.
My purpose is not to get them to like me and enjoy my company.
My purpose is to so glorify and magnify the awesomeness of my Christ that they do not even see me at all, only Him. I had rather they never even remember my name as long as they leave my class unabashedly and incorruptibly in love with the name that is above all names, Jesus.
My goal as a teacher is for God to use me to help you love Jesus more.
My goal as a friend, or even as someone met only once and never seen again, is that somehow God has used me to help them love Jesus more….
If I myself can remember that the goal and purpose of my life is for those I come in contact with to love Jesus more then I am free of me…
>Go, Make, Disciple, Teach, Give
>My church is in the process of a transformation. We are working toward shedding some dead weight. We are trying to become more outwardly focused and putting our energy into where Christ called us to put it… in our Jerusalem, our Samaria, and to the world. We are evaluating our programs and budget and making sure we are being good stewards of the resources of time, money, and people that God has gifted us with. We are working to get our church lined back up with the plumb line of God’s Word and God’s Command and Christ’s Commission.
and the Son and the Holy Spirit,
From doing your own pleasure on My holy day,
And call the sabbath a delight, the holy day of the LORD honorable,
And honor it, desisting from your own ways,
From seeking your own pleasure
And speaking your own word,
Then you will take delight in the LORD,
And I will make you ride on the heights of the earth;
And I will feed you with the heritage of Jacob your father,
For the mouth of the LORD has spoken.””
This Is Discipling
>Peace Breeze
>I love how God gives us little bleeps of Himself with reassurances out of nowhere.
I had a few errands to run today at “the bottom of the mountain” as we like to call it. As I was driving back up the mountain with the windows down and enjoying the rare coolness of this Alabama August day I couldn’t help but worship my God and the beauty of His creation.
At that moment somehow He flooded me with a much needed wave of peace that just came out of nowhere. I actually had not been particularly “stressed” today. My God has pulled me through my latest faith breakdown and now on this side of it… comes this beautiful peace breeze.
It was kind of like God just coming up and giving me a hug for no reason other than just to let me know that He was there and that He still loved me. Yep, that’s my Abba Father 🙂
After the peace breeze, my mind went back to the beauty of the mountain, as my mind went to the mountain, I then was reminded of Elijah when he was on the mountain, after running from Jezebel, after defeating the priests of Baal. I would say that at this time Elijah was probably a little stressed.
Then the Spirit of God reminded me of what Elijah had said after he left that mountain…
Make smooth in the desert a highway for our God.”
How Long, How Wide, How Deep, How High
I wrote this poem of praise after I studied through the book of Ephesians… praise Him with me 🙂
Grant me O God, according to the riches of Your glory, to be strengthened in my inner man
Strengthen me with power, with the power of Your Spirit, so that in Your grace I might firmly stand
O my Savior, my glorious Christ, come dwell freely in my heart,
Come in and have Your way in every hidden part
Through faith You have Your entrance
And through faith
The love with which you captured me may be grounded and take root
O that I might know the wonders of Your love,
How long, how wide, how deep, how high
Are the riches of Your mercy and the kindness of Your will
O that I might understand the vastness of Your grace,
How long, how wide, how deep, how high,
And that with all Your fullness my Creator God my self You would fill
For I know there is no limit to the power that You hold
I cannot even fathom the glory of Your greatness that is of yet untold
You have given me Your Spirit,
How deep, how low He had to come
He resides, how long, within this decaying flesh
In order that I more like Christ might become
How could I not declare Your glory
How could I not sing loud Your praise
How could I not fall down in worship
How could I not be humbled by Your grace
My Jesus, I am Your prisoner, I am Your willing slave
Oh that I might walk in a manner worthy of all that you have gave,
How wide, Your arms outstretched in order me to save
You called me out of darkness and snatched me from the fire
I was dead in my trespasses, living according to my flesh,
Held in chains by the evil one, the power of the air
Yet You in Your rich mercy lavished me with grace
You made known to me the Gospel, the power of salvation to all who would believe
You called to me,
You saved me,
And now alive I am,
And now how high, I am seated in my Jesus, forever with Thee I’ll be.
>One True World Champion
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>Beatitudes For Every Woman
>My family spent this weekend having a yard sale.
I do not like yard sales.
I like going to other people’s yard sales, but not having my own. I always have this looming dread in the back of my head that I am going to waste all this time and energy packing and pricing and arranging and end up just sitting out in the hot Alabama sun for nothing.
Then I still have to do something with all the things that do not sale.
My husband tried to encourage me… to no avail.
So Thursday morning through Saturday afternoon we sat out in our driveway praying that someone would see our excess and make it their treasure.
While I was walking around the tables and re-arranging things, the way my mother-in-law showed me how to do to encourage the sales, the wind blew open one of the cookbooks that we had on a table.
I looked down on the table to close the cover and read God’s recipe for salvation. So I thought hmmm maybe I’ll flip through this one.
I never randomly flip through a cookbook. I had rather look and see what we have in the kitchen and then go to google and search a recipe for whatever item I have found. My husband is the one who looks to see what’s in the cookbook and then goes to the store to search out the items for the recipe he has found.
This particular cookbook was from around 1987 and was put together by a Christian’s women group in Tennessee, L.i.f.t., Ladies In Fellowship Together. I thought the acronym was quite good so I carried the cookbook with me to my shade chasing chair.
As I turned through the pages I came across a page titled Beatitudes For Homemakers. Before I share these “beatitudes” I think it’s pretty important to point out that the term homemaker has been possibly misused a little. I say that because I believe that every wife, every mother- whether they are a “housewife”, a “stay-at-home mom” or a “career woman” or a “working mom”, are all still the home makers. So really this should just be Beatitudes For Every Woman.
Now before I typed all these out I considered conveniently leaving out the one’s I’m not so good at… and well I just went ahead and put them all in… 🙂
>Drawstring Stress
>I opened up the mail the other day and I read “Are the stressful events in your life drawing you closer to God?” This was the heading in some mail from Marriage Today with Jimmy and Karen Evans.
I almost laughed out loud.
Hmmmm, do the stressful events in my life draw me closer to God?
Well I suppose if you count me filling up my journal pages with all the the things that I think are wrong with my life and with just life in general and asking God when or if He’s going to do something about it as drawing closer to Him… I would say yes.
However, somehow, I don’t think that what was what the question meant.
As I read further Jimmy Evans went on in the letter to say, “When you’re under stress, the enemy can tempt you to doubt God’s goodness or His motives. Many people think it’s wrong to doubt and are hard on themselves for having doubts about their marriage. Doubt is something God wants to use for your benefit, not make you feel guilty about. He wants to strengthen your faith and show you just how trustworthy He is.”
As I continued skimming through this intriguing piece of mail I read, “Doubt isn’t sin until it causes you to disobey God in unbelief. Doubt and unbelief are not the same thing. Unbelief is what happens in your heart when you don’t bring your doubts before Jesus.
Doubt says, ‘I don’t know if I can do this. It’s so hard to trust God.’
Unbelief says, ‘I won’t do this! There’s no way God can help me.’“
I continued skimming through this mail and then laid it down where I could come back to it… I knew I would need to.
It’s been a stressful time. Life has been hard. My family has been through a lot, not in just the past few days, but the past few years. I know that most likely your family has faced it’s own struggles as well. In these days of struggles. These wilderness years, I have had many moments of doubt, many moments of confusion, many moments of weak flesh, many moments of frustration… but my Redeemer has always seen me through.
I was reminded once again as I listened to the Precept video on Isaiah 53 that I am to count all suffering as all joy. Enduring whatever suffering I am going through for the joy and the hope that is set before me. I was reminded that if I am suffering it is because God is at work in me.
I was reminded that Jesus was not a victim. He willingly subjected Himself to suffering so that God would be glorified, so that I would be saved, so that you would be saved.
I had to ask myself- “How often do I take on the victim role when suffering comes my way?” I have to admit that when suffering hits I seem to immediately respond as the victim, not the suffering servant that I am called to be in Christ.
May it be drawstring stress.
Drawing me closer to Your waist where I can lean into the strength of Your arms and rest in Your embrace. My Jesus, You endured so much suffering for my sake.
You went to the cross so that I could be a person of Your own possession.
You created me in You to be a woman for Your renown, for Your praise, and for Your glory.
How can I glory You in the depths of self-pity?
I can’t.
You deserve more than that.
You are worthy of more than that.
I believe my ears are open. I am listening. I am learning. I cannot promise that I will never again feel doubt. I cannot promise that I have finally got it, but at this moment in time, my sweet sweet Savior, I get it and I bow down before You in reverence and awe as I rest in Your faithfulness.
>Burden Dump
>This week has been and will continue to be a week of dumping burdens.
I know what I am supposed to do with these burdens and even though I rest on one day and lay them down at my Saviors feet and cast them upon His strong shoulders… I will catch myself running to them and grabbing them back up and trying to carry them all over again in a spilt second.
When I grab all these up I find my focus scattered.
I find myself unable to even think straight because I am trying to keep account of all my burdens.
In my inability to focus I become unable to hear my family clearly and I can’t find enough quiet in my own head to complete a single thought and then I find myself frustrated and spewing irritability on everyone.
Believe it or not I think I have discovered that these times are what set me into a migraine. It begins with me being dizzy and light headed and unable to focus my eyes and then the dull throbbing begins behind my eye and wraps around my neck and up the back of my head to my forehead.
Yes, I do believe that our attitude physically affects us.
My husband and I just finished having a conversation about attitude and about the fact that we are in complete control of how we choose to respond to certain things. You see I have chosen to respond to some of the things he has said to me this week with hurt and anger and I have chosen to hang on to each instance so that I could let the justification of my irritability build with what I call hard core facts.