Laying Down the Good

Laying Down the Good

Our boys are still at the ages where they like mom to lay down with them at night as they fall asleep. Each night I get the plea,

“ Mom will you please lay down with us?”

“Mom, you have to lay down with me, too!” 

and pretty much each night I do. We are going to sleep these days to the melodious sounds of DC Talk. Each boy gets one song ( unless I inadvertently fall asleep…ahem) to drift off to dream land. Usually, it doesn’t even take the entire song.

There are many nights when I have to choose to stop and do this. I have so many other things that need to be done. Good things. It’s a good thing to clean the kitchen at night. It’s a good thing to make sure we have clothes to wear for the next day. Some days, for my sanity’s sake, it’s a good thing for me to sit and watch a favorite tv show. Threw that one in just in case you thought all my “good things” were so noble as the first two.

I am sure you have your list of “goods” as well–especially if you are a single mom. I have had a few nights here recently when my husband’s work schedule had me solo parenting. Many of you have the same situation. Many of you are single moms for other reasons. Whatever the cause, time is precious to a single mama. She has much to do and not much time to do it in. The list of “goods” doesn’t just battle for the time of mamas, but of so many of us just as women. We have “good” things that need to be done that limit our time with others. Time that they may so desperately need and we will be called to lay down. When that girlfriend calls and you can tell her heart is heavy, but you were just on your way to do this or that. When your aging parents require a trip to Wal-Mart, a trip you know will take an entire afternoon that you really just don’t feel like you have to spare. When that neighbor needs to be run here or there, calls you last minute to see if you can facilitate him or her, and completely changes your plans for the one day you had off.

There are lots of “good” things that we need to be doing. Scripture tells us to keep doing the good (Galatians 6:9).  It does not, however, tell us to get caught up in it. The Word does not tell us to place doing the “good” above all else. Above love. Above relationship. Above investing into others.

This week I have been to a fundraiser for a father of 3 fighting cancer. His list of “goods” has probably changed. This week one of the boys in the AWANA group I work with lost his mom to cancer. His “good” is different now, as is his entire family’s. You have similar experiences I am sure. The family whose child requires more than they ever thought. The couple fighting for their marriage. The spouse carrying the load of the family, due to some injury or illness that has come upon his or her loved one. All of their “good things” they thought needed to be done before have changed.

What I pray for us all is that it doesn’t take a major event to put our “good” things into perspective. I pray we would have hearts that seek what God esteems above what we think He does. I pray our desire to be seen as a good friend, a good mother, a good wife, a good whatever doesn’t trump the very ones we are trying to be good to.

While we continue to do the “good” things on our list, as we should, Lord helps us to remember what You desire. Give us sensitive spiritual ears to hear the nudgings of Your Holy Spirit that we may know when to lay down our “good” things for holy opportunities, no matter how small they seem to us, You place before our feet and hands.

 

 

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Lots of Good Things are Just More Things

Lots of Good Things are Just More Things

Lots of Good Things are Just More ThingsSo it has been a couple of days into my fast from social media, and just as I expected, God is using a highlighter, bold print and italics everywhere to make a statement to me.

Clarity is the nature of fasting.  If you have never before fasted, I challenge you to consider it. There is nothing like removing the things we rely upon and exchanging those experiences for reliance on the Lord to gain perspective–insight even–into what has been turning our wheels.

Thematic in purpose, the statements I am hearing at a heart-level from God all amount to the same point. For all the striving I have done in the past couple of years through various venues, the outcome is the same…it falls short of God’s best for me and my family.  It is not His heart for me.

They are all lots of GOOD things, sure.  But in effect, they are just MORE things that amount to NOTHING–nothing that will last.

Down the road, they are like tumbleweeds blowing across the field. Perhaps someone will spray paint it white for a snowman centerpiece on their dining room table. But they will never grasp what its original intent was in my hands nor will it carry on the same story. Not to say that it wasn’t good or beneficial.  It was!  But in the long run, it was ineffective and a distraction for me from my main purpose.

And what is my main purpose??  Ah now, that is a very good question–the BEST question even!  It is a question we all should ask ourselves…and take the time to listen for the answer. My main purpose is to be soft clay in God’s hands, ready to obey Him and willing to let Him shape and mold me for the path on which He has placed me.

What path?

The path is the one God has wrought–which I can choose or not choose at any time.

With whom and for whom?

Well first, I am His daughter. He knows me–through and through.  He loves me.  He is closer than my breath–no need for long distance. He thinks about me all the time.  He is constantly setting me up for success–not in the world’s eyes, no–but for the plans He has for me.  He makes a way in my desert.  He listens for my voice.  He loves to hear from me…and I talk with Him all the time. We are close, like that.

Then I am wife and best friend to my Chris. He loves me and makes me better than I am.  He causes me to laugh–all the time.  I only ever want to dream with him about our future. We are and have always (since we have known one another) been together in this journey with God, living before God. In tandem, we cycle through this race for the goal. We raise the bar for one another. We share words with our eyes all the time.  And we laugh at the same things, which no one else would get. We love each other deeply–in good times and in bad.  We are close, like that.

Then I am mother to four, wonderfully-made and diverse children. My main focus during these growing years for them is to keep my hand on the pulse of their hearts and to continually spur them on toward following God’s path for them. My Chris and I shape their hearts and hone their minds, so that they walk in the light of God’s best for them.  They will walk, as we do–so my job, too, is to keep honest before God and ask for His help in walking out some very difficult and also diverse trails. I share with them unconditional love.  I spend myself to teach them to love and serve by how I love and serve them. And I listen to them. I make time to be available to hear their hearts.

Everything and everyone that comes beyond these three points MUST align with the first three…must PROMOTE the first three.  With intention and purpose, I have choices to make about what makes up the rest. I cannot assume here that I have no choice.  I DO have a choice.  I cannot control the circumstances, no.  But I can control how and where I build–how and where I focus–how and where I steward every part of myself.

Because lots of good things are going on–opportunities have presented themselves, motives have come to light and goals, which may or may not support my main priority–I must choose among them.  So I have to ask myself, are these just MORE things or are they purposed for promoting my main agenda (those first three points)?

Along the same lines, I do believe we are to walk with God and do the next thing He brings.  The hardest part is determining if THIS is the next thing He has for me OR is this a distraction, which will diffuse my passion for the main things. How do we know?  Well, trial and error is not the best method here.  What I believe IS the best method can be found in James 1:5-8.  Ask God believingly for wisdom…

If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask God, who gives generously to all without reproach, and it will be given him. But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea that is driven and tossed by the wind. For that person must not suppose that he will receive anything from the Lord; he is a double-minded man, unstable in all his ways.

Because rather than tumbleweeds, I want to forge some deep roots into the soil, which will develop a strong family tree that continually retrieves nutrients and bears not only MUCH fruit, but GOOD fruit–the lasting kind that will not blow away and be repurposed.

That, my  friends, is enough to keep me looking, walking and thriving — for it really does matter what I do and how I think and what I will be (not leaving those I love and care for in the hands of Que Sera Sera–what will be will be).  It matters for all eternity.

Choosing Best with Jesus’ Help,

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Purposefully Pausing

Autumn Wreath

Over the past couple of years, my time in the “foyer” of my own home has been unhurried and peaceful. After getting our MCs off to school, I had time to dig deep into the Word. I had time to sit at the feet of Jesus without feeling rushed. I could linger over Scripture and not see a million things I needed to wash, pick up, fold, organize or clean.

As of 13 weeks ago, those days are now long gone. Going back to work has altered my time in the foyer, and not for the better. These days, the foyer in my home is simply something I need to hurry up and get out of so I can be where I need to be on time. It is something I scurry the kids through to catch the bus. An area where I just make sure all the other stuff I need to do is not directly in the way, or at least to the side enough I can step over it to get out.

Coming in is not much better. Walking through the door I am bombarded with the facts that there are clothes to be washed and dishes to be done. In plain sight are the stack of paper work I need to go through and a pile of laundry to be folded. I see folders with homework that needs to be done and know that for these MCs, I am required to be right there with them every step of the way. Let me not forget my husband, who is convinced he needs to eat every night… and not just sandwiches.

My days of lingering over scripture have been few. The un-hurried pace I had before is gone. Some days, it is full on survival mode. If I can just make it to the weekend….If I can make it just until Thanksgiving… Summer….if I can just make it until summer.

Does any of this sound familiar? Does my routine seem to shadow yours? Good, then we can both know we are not alone.

One of my biggest frustrations has been the little voice in my head that keeps repaeting,

There has got to be a way you can do this better. You have got to figure out how to run this home more effeiciently.  You have got to get it together and soon.

See the problem?

All my scurrying has caused me to be focused on me. What do I need to do? How can I fix this? When will I ever have a system down pat? Answer is I won’t.

But Jesus can. If I will stop long enough to let Him. His fix may not look like what I thought. His efficicency may not be the June Cleaver model I hold to so strongly in my head. It will be better.

So here is my challenge to myself, and if you need to, I hope you will join me. In all my goings and doings, may I be purposful in stopping in the foyer to sit at Christ’s feet. To let Him prepare me for the day as I walk out and to let Him carry the burdens I picked up as I come home. If it means shutting the door to my room for just a few minutes, or locking myself in the bathroom for a quick respite (because honestly it is one of the few places I am alone), let me be deliberate in doing so. Though my days are not as carefree as they once were, the One who cares for me is still very much the same. Each day, may I allow the Holy Sprirt to remind me of this fact. May I pause to listen, may I pause to pray, and may I choose, in all my hustle and bustle, to stop in the foyer of God’s home and let Jesus guide my way.

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A Protestant’s Look at Lent

Easter Lily

As an evangelical protestant, my particular denomination of Christianity does not recognize or participate in Lent. In fact, it would surprise many people that I know that I have for the last couple of years participated in some kind of fast in recognition of the Lenten season.

The Lord has really spoken to me about fasting over the last couple of years about the benefit of fasting to hone my focus on Him. I have done periodic fasts from food during the lunch hour as I have felt it appropriate, timely or have felt called to such a fast. And each time, the Lord has been completely faithful to tend to what needed tending as I gained more specific focus on Him during that fasting period.

Last year during the Lenten season, I fasted from Twitter. That may seem small to some of you, but it’s a big part of my communication with the outside world during my work hours. I can work a little and tweet a little. Yes, it can get a little distracting sometimes, which is why I think I felt the call to fast from it completely during Lent last year. I used the time that I would have spent going to twitter during off times at work to read or work on Bible study.

This year, I didn’t anticipate that I would participate in a fasting for Lent. However, the week before Lent was to begin, out of nowhere it seems, I got the sense that I would. I really felt the Lord calling me to fast from all beverages other than milk and water. Wow. I know that has to be from God because 1) it is so specific and 2)I would never in my own thoughts come up with that. I love my mid-morning cup of coffee, my Dr. Pepper to go with a salty snack or spicy entree , my Sonic Raspberry Unsweetened Iced Tea, and my occasional glass of wine or cocktail too much to ever come up with this on my own.

But I love my Jesus so much more and too much to disobey on something this simple.

It has come to my attention that many give themselves the day off from their specific fast on Sundays with the reasoning that penance is not appropriate on the Lord’s resurrection day.

Maybe my approach is not in the original spirit of Lent, but this is not about penance for me. It’s about focus and purification. Much in the same way a Jewish family might begin cleaning their house and ridding it of any yeast for weeks before Passover, I believe that I have been called, at least for this season, to a period of time of cleansing and purification before the Lord.

As such, I don’t think I will take Sundays off from my fast.

I don’t participate in all facets of Lent. I don’t refrain from meat on Fridays and I did not attend an Ash Wednesday service to get ashes on my forehead. However, after reading an article (found here) by my sister in Christ and internet friend, Sister Lynn, I have made a point to include a facet of prayer (to deepen my spiritual and prayer life) and alms-giving along with my fast this year.

For prayer, I added an additional verse to memorize and meditate upon during the Lenten season. The verse that I am memorizing is Jeremiah 23:29 from the Amplified Bible and it is reminding me of the power of God’s Word.  For alms-giving, we gave some additional money for disaster relief efforts through a particular relief aid group that we know and trust. A group that, in many cases, will go and provide water purification systems and filters so that people can have a fresh clean cup of water.

So as I began my fast, I realized that as I have found myself desiring that cup of coffee with my muffin, that Dr. Pepper with a bowl of popcorn, or a root beer with my barbeque, I pour myself a glass of water and ask the One who gives streams of Living Water to fill me up. I want to desire Him and nothing else.

“Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them.” John 7:38

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Heart Prompt #11

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“The holidays” has lost its true meaning of holy days. Gifts, decorations, frantic preparations, and too many obligations often overshadow the Prince of Peace. What can you and others in your family do to make sure the true meaning of Christmas isn’t lost?

Go after a life of love as if your life depended on it—because it does. Give yourselves to the gifts God gives you. Most of all, try to proclaim his truth. If you praise him in the private language of tongues, God understands you but no one else does, for you are sharing intimacies just between you and him. But when you proclaim his truth in everyday speech, you’re letting others in on the truth so that they can grow and be strong and experience his presence with you. 1 Corinthians 14:1 The Message

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Heart Prompt #7

Rio de Janeiro, Corcovado Mountain

The Holidays are beautiful times but often can be very distracting with the rush of it all. Slow down and breathe and fix your eyes on Jesus who is the reason for the season. 

Hebrews 12:2 Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. 

Hugs and love!

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