My kids hate making decisions. Hate it like Kanye West hates to smile.
Seriously.
Sometimes my 8-year-old will walk away with nothing, rather than having to decide between two options.
This was how it went down at Starbucks recently....
Me: Would you rather have a fancy drink, or a snack and water?
Her: Both.
Me: Nope, you know the rule. One or the other.
Her: I want a snack AND a lemonade.
Me: Ok, by not making a choice you choose neither.
Her: I can't decide!
Me: Ok, then neither.
And that's how we leave it. There's tears and pointing, especially when I still place an order and she actually doesn't get anything. This has happened on more than one occasion in many different settings. My son will eventually decide but with a sense of defeat, like he might be making the wrong decision and will forever regret it.
I know, I know. #firstworldproblems
The thing is, their decisions aren't even hard! They're choosing between 2 really great things, or at the very least things that don't have any eternal value or life-changing ramifications. A decision between whether to spend your money on a Lego set or a video game will most likely not keep anyone up at night with buyers remorse or have them wishing for a do-over.
But we're adults.
And adults have to make some pretty tough decisions.
Do you:
Take the job?
Buy the house?
End the relationship?
Accept the offer?
Confront them?
Move away?
Hold your tongue?
Take the risk?
Step out in faith?
How do you make big decisions? Do you go to the Word? Do you have a trusted person or group of people who help you process? List the pros and cons? Cross your fingers and hope for the best?
Where does faith come in? Does it?
Sometimes there isn't a wrong decision. You have two or maybe even three really good options you're deciding between. Two great job offers. Three beautiful homes. How do you know which one to commit to?
Or it could be the difference between a right decision and a wrong decision, but you're torn. Your head says one things but your heart says another. Which do you listen to?
I was recently reading out of Matthew 7 and verse 13 says "Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it."
Granted this verse is speaking of salvation and entering God's Kingdom, but God uses scripture to speak to our hearts in different ways. For me, when I read this last week I was at a point of needing to make a decision. I wanted to make the decision that suited me and my wishes/desires/ideals. The easy decision. This verse reminded me that God doesn't always allow us to make the easy decisions. Sometimes the right option is the toughest one, the one that doesn't feel good, the one that makes us ask, "Really, God?"
In faith I chose the 'less attractive' option so to speak. And now I wait and trust God to do the rest.
I don't know who this is for. Maybe it's just for the sake of me getting my thoughts down in writing.
I do know though, that I'm not the only one with decisions to make, and I pray that whatever your decision is, you'll be able to make it with confidence and peace, knowing that God is faithful and good.
Thanks for stopping by the fishbowl.
Have a great week!
Sunday, June 7, 2015
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Overcoming Fear
Sooooo.......yeah, it's been awhile. I have no excuse, but I do have an apology. I'm sorry it's been almost 2 months since I've written anything.
And in reality, I still haven't. Today, I have for you a guest post from my dear friend Caitlyn.
She is, in my opinion, still officially a newlywed (married for approximately 18 months), and just really one of my favorite people. She and her husband lead worship at a church in Austin and her blog Art & Soul is a great mash up of God-things, hospitality, and delicious food. Check her out.
And in reality, I still haven't. Today, I have for you a guest post from my dear friend Caitlyn.
She is, in my opinion, still officially a newlywed (married for approximately 18 months), and just really one of my favorite people. She and her husband lead worship at a church in Austin and her blog Art & Soul is a great mash up of God-things, hospitality, and delicious food. Check her out.
Helloooo there! It’s so good to be in the Fishbowl! My name is Caitlyn, I’m a friend of Amy’s, a fellow blogger, and a worship pastor’s wife. I am an expert on very few things, but fear is probably one of them. I have some experience being afraid, so you can trust my advice on overcoming it. *please ignore the flawed logic* Case in point…*Caitlyn texts her Mom*Caitlyn: “Mom! There’s a red bump on my leg. Here’s a picture of it. Does that look like a flesh eating bacteria to you? I’m just curious because I was at the creek and I heard this girl got a flesh eating bacteria from a river once and they had to amputate her leg.”Mom: “That looks like an ant bite, baby.”While this is a funny, kind of nonsensical fear (or is it?), some fears are harder to overcome- fear concerning change, debt, the unknown, etc. For those things, I usually use this process. Because when I am afraid I need processes. My logical brain has usually shut down by the point that I remember to do this, so it’s helpful to have this established, where all I have to do is fill in the blanks, pray, and breathe.Tips for Overcoming your Fear (and Keeping your Eye Makeup Intact)1. Identify the Lie behind your Fear.One of my favorite bands, All Sons and Daughters, has a lyric in their song, “Let it Shine” that says, “There are a million truths for every lie/so speak it out loud and let it lift high.” When we submit to fear we are buying into a lie. For me, it’s often believing the lie that God is not good and that He doesn’t want to be nice to me; and also the lie that if I prepare for the worst it somehow won’t happen. In the words of Tina Fey, “I’ll be ready for it to happen and that way it won’t happen. It’s a burden, being able to control situations with my hypervigilance, but it’s my lot in life.” So when I catch myself submitting to fear I take a few minutes to sit and identify, What am I believing right now? What is this saying about my view of God?2. Speak the Truth over that Lie.I like to use an authoritative lawyer sort of inner voice when I do this. That’s optional for you but I think it helps. So after you’ve identified this lie, you go back to the Scriptures and you ask What is God’s truth about this? If you look at Psalm 35:3, you’ll see that the psalmist himself had to ask God to remind him of the truth: “Say to my soul, ‘I am your salvation!’” If you can’t think of anything else, just pray over that phrase, asking that God will speak to you in your spirit, and that you will trust Him not just as your eternal salvation, but as the One who saves you from whatever has risen against you today.3. Meditate on the Truth and Breathe, Child!In her book, Every Bitter Thing is Sweet (READ IT), Sara Hagerty uses adoring God as her response to financial troubles, a struggle with infertility, the loss of loved ones, and as the basis for her conversation with God in mundane, daily life. The best antidote to fear is adoration. So hold onto those truths you discovered and just say them back to God. Thank you God that you are my salvation, thank you that nothing is outside of your control, thank you that you redeem my soul from the pit. Let those fuel your conversation with him, rather than engaging in that frantic, fear-based monologue of “Help-help-help, where are you, do you hear me -HELP!” And breathe. You may now transition from lawyer voice to yoga instructor voice. Deeeeep breaths.When I use this process, I usually overcome whatever fear I’m facing without having a crying breakdown - hence ‘eye makeup intact’- but if you need to cry some happy tears at the end, just fold a Kleenex where it has a point at one end and dab dab dab at the corners of your eyes like they do in black and white movies. If you’re in the car you can just crank the AC and blow the vents straight into your eyeballs.Links to stuff I’ve referenced:Let it Shine: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AXVXOgVxLc0Psalm 35:3, Hebrews 2:8, Job 33:28 (link up to Biblegateway)Every Bitter Thing is Sweet : http://www.amazon.com/Every-Bitter-Thing-Sweet-Goodness/dp/0310339944/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1426086488&sr=1-1&keywords=every+bitter+thing+is+sweetThanks for reading!xo,Cate
Friday, March 6, 2015
Not So Deep Thoughts
I used to keep a family blog back when my kids were funny and I had things I wanted to document and remember (now they're boring less funny and they smell weird, especially the boy), and every once in awhile I'd do a post of just bulleted things, an emptying of my head if you will.
Since the first weekend of February I've participated in DNOW at my church, the IF:gathering, the JustOne online conference (from Leading & Loving It), and the Radiant Conference at Celebration Church (thanks Evelyn!!). If you're keeping track, that's 4 big deal spiritual events in 5 weekends. My brain is SO. FULL.
So much that I'm in, like, a Jesus fog or something. Not a bad place to be, true, but there needs to be an emptying. Reader be warned, randomness awaits; an odd mix of deep thoughts and useless information, or maybe not so useless (I'm talking to you, dry shampoo users). I need to get some of the dumb stuff out to more effectively ruminate on the relevant.
Grab on. This is happening.
I feel sufficiently emptied. Those are all my thoughts. Thank you for reading.
You are now free to roast some broccoli, perhaps while listening to Ben Rector's 'Making Money.'
Since the first weekend of February I've participated in DNOW at my church, the IF:gathering, the JustOne online conference (from Leading & Loving It), and the Radiant Conference at Celebration Church (thanks Evelyn!!). If you're keeping track, that's 4 big deal spiritual events in 5 weekends. My brain is SO. FULL.
So much that I'm in, like, a Jesus fog or something. Not a bad place to be, true, but there needs to be an emptying. Reader be warned, randomness awaits; an odd mix of deep thoughts and useless information, or maybe not so useless (I'm talking to you, dry shampoo users). I need to get some of the dumb stuff out to more effectively ruminate on the relevant.
Grab on. This is happening.
- If God ever calls us north (and this could mean Oklahoma or higher) I'm convinced the only way I'll survive is to become a hermit. I will wear only warm cozy sweats and have my groceries delivered. I will probably develop an online shopping addiction. That's real. It got down to 27 degrees a couple nights ago. I was asleep when that happened, but the next day it was, like, 34 degrees and I thought Jesus was about to come back. This is central Texas, y'all. We don't do cold. Unless it means eating ice cream.
- Roasted broccoli is delicious. Salt and olive oil, 375 degrees for an hour. You're welcome.
- Christine Caine is officially one of my favorite people, third only to my family (they count as one) and Jen Hatmaker. If I'm being honest, Jen is probably more favorite because I know her, so that helps. If I didn't, she and Christine would definitely have to have a street fight to determine their ranking. That's really the only logical way to settle it. For the record, I asked Jen and she said Chris wins hands down. I'm not convinced.
- Speaking of Chris Caine, I heard her speak twice last weekend and realized that twice in one day is more than enough. I thought my head would explode. I definitely only heard half of what she said because I must write it ALL down, and I can't listen and write at the same time. Here's some of what I got though:
- You can hear 48,000 sermons about how loved you are, but until you fall passionately in love with Him and serve out of that passion, it's just obligation.
- We've made Christianity a behavior modification program. We need a generation of Christians who will stop acting like Christians and BE ONE.
- We are not called to live life and "do witnessing"; we are called to live lives that bear witness.
- We are not here on this earth for self actualization. We are indentured servants to Christ.
- My hair is growing and with that comes a weird texture that requires me to actually spend some time on it. With a lot of sweet talk and
emptypromises to protect it with that thermal spray stuff I can sometimes get some waviness. After an unholy amount of time on pinterest, I was convinced that sea salt spray would be a wise purchase. On clean hair, I am a fan. However, please hear me for the love of all that is soft and silky; on day two, following a healthy dose of dry shampoo, it is a tool of the devil. Dry shampoo and sea salt spray are not friends. Please don't test me on this. Just trust.
- Starbucks now has coconut milk. I'm dairy-free so I'm always grateful when alternatives are offered in the mainstream market. I've been happily drinking soy lattes for years, but was intrigued at the prospect of a coconut milk latte. Never again.
- Last week I started Donald Miller's new book Scary Close. It's a good read. On page 54 he mentions Ben Rector, a singer/songwriter. Please go right now and listen to some of his music. You won't be sorry. A voice like buttah.
- I've said it before and I'll say it again, IF:equip (and all other things IF:) has been such a blessing in my life over the past 5 or so months. I love getting up in the morning and having a daily reading with a community of believers who process through the scripture and share what the Lord is teaching them. I always come away with a new perspective on something.
I feel sufficiently emptied. Those are all my thoughts. Thank you for reading.
You are now free to roast some broccoli, perhaps while listening to Ben Rector's 'Making Money.'
Friday, February 20, 2015
Rest in the Storm
My parents have had dogs since forever. I don't remember a time growing up when animals weren't a part of the family. When I was a teenager my dad gave my mom a miniature pinscher and they've been loyalists to that breed ever since. They currently have a little chocolate brown minpin named Nellie. She was a rescue dog, and is therefore skittish and wary of pretty much everything, and she hates storms. My memaw, who lives with my parents, wraps Nellie up in a towel and holds her whenever a big one rolls thru their area. This gives Nellie a sense of comfort and safety while the storm rages outside.
As much as I'd love memaw to wrap me up in a blanket and hold me during the storms of this life, she's got 47 years and minus 30 pounds on me. It's just not practical. And it would probably be awkward.
So, how do we find rest in life's storms?
When we've lost a loved one.
When our marriage is struggling.
When our children are rebelling.
When we don't know how the bills are going to get paid.
How do we rest??
I was up at my parents church several weeks ago and their pastor was wrapping up a series on rest. The morning I was there he was talking about how we rest in the storms.
In Mark 4:35 Jesus gets into a boat with his disciples and as a (literal) storm comes up on the water, Jesus is asleep in the back of the boat. How is it that Jesus was able to sleep during a "fierce storm"? He knew he was in his Father's hands.
We can rest in the storm because we know who's in control. Is it scary sometimes? You bet. But God is bigger than my fear. We tend to get a bit irrational in times of trouble. We think in extremes, make decisions based on emotion, play out worst-case-scenarios.
The disciples did this too.
The last part of verse 38 says, "The disciples woke him up shouting, 'Teacher, don't you care that we're going to drown?'"
Duh, guys. Of course he cares. He's Jesus.
But they were irrational.
"When Jesus woke up, he rebuked the wind and said to the waves, 'Silence! Be still!' Suddenly the wind stopped, and there was a great calm. Then he asked them, 'Why are you afraid? Do you still have no faith?'"
You see, at this point the disciples had been traveling with Jesus long enough to know who He was. They'd heard him preach. They'd seen him perform miracles; casting out demons, healing the paralyzed and the leprous.
But in this storm...in their storm, they're afraid.
"This is different, Jesus, because it's happening to us."
If we know who Jesus is, if we believe he is who he says he is, then we can rest in the storms. There will be storms. "In this world you will have trouble." But Jesus is bigger than any storm we will face. So, will I be like the disciples who over-reacted and became irrational?
Or will I follow my Father's example and rest?
I want to share with you this devotion from Jesus Calling by Sarah Young.
John 16:33- "I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world."
Deuteronomy 31:6- "Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of [your storm], for the Lord your God goes with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you."
Jesus cares. He's with you. And you're not going to drown.
As much as I'd love memaw to wrap me up in a blanket and hold me during the storms of this life, she's got 47 years and minus 30 pounds on me. It's just not practical. And it would probably be awkward.
So, how do we find rest in life's storms?
When we've lost a loved one.
When our marriage is struggling.
When our children are rebelling.
When we don't know how the bills are going to get paid.
How do we rest??
I was up at my parents church several weeks ago and their pastor was wrapping up a series on rest. The morning I was there he was talking about how we rest in the storms.
In Mark 4:35 Jesus gets into a boat with his disciples and as a (literal) storm comes up on the water, Jesus is asleep in the back of the boat. How is it that Jesus was able to sleep during a "fierce storm"? He knew he was in his Father's hands.
We can rest in the storm because we know who's in control. Is it scary sometimes? You bet. But God is bigger than my fear. We tend to get a bit irrational in times of trouble. We think in extremes, make decisions based on emotion, play out worst-case-scenarios.
The disciples did this too.
The last part of verse 38 says, "The disciples woke him up shouting, 'Teacher, don't you care that we're going to drown?'"
Duh, guys. Of course he cares. He's Jesus.
But they were irrational.
"When Jesus woke up, he rebuked the wind and said to the waves, 'Silence! Be still!' Suddenly the wind stopped, and there was a great calm. Then he asked them, 'Why are you afraid? Do you still have no faith?'"
You see, at this point the disciples had been traveling with Jesus long enough to know who He was. They'd heard him preach. They'd seen him perform miracles; casting out demons, healing the paralyzed and the leprous.
But in this storm...in their storm, they're afraid.
"This is different, Jesus, because it's happening to us."
If we know who Jesus is, if we believe he is who he says he is, then we can rest in the storms. There will be storms. "In this world you will have trouble." But Jesus is bigger than any storm we will face. So, will I be like the disciples who over-reacted and became irrational?
Or will I follow my Father's example and rest?
I want to share with you this devotion from Jesus Calling by Sarah Young.
"Give up the illusion that you deserve a problem-free life. Part of you is still hungering for the resolution of all difficulties. This is a false hope! As I told My disciples, in the world you will have trouble. Link your hope not to problem solving in this life but to the promise of an eternity of problem-free life in heaven. Instead of seeking perfection in this fallen world, pour your energy into seeking Me: the Perfect One. It is possible to enjoy Me and glorify Me in the midst of adverse circumstances. In fact, My Light shines most brightly through believers who trust Me in the dark. That kind of trust is supernatural: a production of My indwelling Spirit. When things seem all wrong, trust me anyway. I am much less interested in right circumstances than in right responses to whatever comes your way." (From Jesus Calling by Sarah Young)
John 16:33- "I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world."
Deuteronomy 31:6- "Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of [your storm], for the Lord your God goes with you; He will never leave you nor forsake you."
Jesus cares. He's with you. And you're not going to drown.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
7:03
I spent Friday night and all day Saturday at the IF:gathering in Austin.
There aren't words to adequately capture the experience.
We were blessed.
We were called.
We were challenged.
We were equipped.
We were prayed over.
We were sent out.
A friend of mine told me before I left on Friday that she was praying IF:gathering would be my DNOW. And that's exactly what it was.
Adding to the sweetness of the weekend was the fact that I had led a group of 7th grade girls at our DNOW the weekend before, and the topic was the SAME THING y'all.
God is crazy and awesome and He's hammering me with the challenge to be brave and courageous.
I told my girls this morning in Bible Fellowship that my challenge actually came at IF:, rather than at DNOW, but I have no doubt that leading at DNOW last weekend and hearing the messages from our speaker laid the ground-work and prepared my heart to receive this weekend.
So I'm sharing with all of you my confession and my act of bravery.
Actually 2 acts of bravery.
The first one, and the easiest of the two, is something Ann Voskamp challenged everyone to do.
1 Samuel 7:3 says, "So Samuel said to all the Israelites, 'If you are returning to the Lord with all your hearts, then rid yourselves of the foreign gods and the Ashtoreths and commit yourselves to the Lord and serve Him only, and He will deliver you out of the hand of the Philistines.'"
So every morning, at 7:03, I'll pray. I'll pray for my heart and soul and mind to be pointed to the Lord. I'll pray that I don't allow any foreign gods to take up space in my heart and in my life.
This is brave thing number one. It's brave because I like to sleep. Like, a lot. And mornings are from the devil himself.
But I will be brave. I will set my alarm, and I will actually wake up when it goes off, and I will pray.
My second act of bravery first required a realization and confession. I had to have my eyes opened to what was happening in my heart before I could step out in faith and commit to the brave thing God was telling me to do. As I talked through some of the discussion questions with my friends at the gathering, God showed me that I've been keeping Him at arm's length for several months, because I've been afraid of what He'll want me to do if I draw close to Him and listen.
Have I been spending time with Him?
Absolutely.
Have I been praying and learning?
You bet.
Have I been putting my whole heart into it? Have I been all in?
Nope.
I'm afraid.
Of being uncomfortable.
Of being pushed beyond myself.
Of being told to do something that would require me to put my faith to work.
But, believing in God takes courage. Living in faith, living out our faith, makes us uncomfortable. But faith, real true God-sized faith, overcomes the doubt and the fear and the insecurity.
Jen Hatmaker said this weekend that "We live out God's kingdom to the same level we believe in it." So, what do I believe about God's kingdom?
Do I believe it's worth being uncomfortable for?
Do I believe that what God can do through me if I'm willing, is greater than my fear of being pushed beyond myself?
Do I love God enough to put my faith to work? To take that next step?
YES.
So, in following the leading and equipping of all things IF:, I'm going to open my home and invite my neighbors to eat at my table. I'm going to ask questions. I'm going to talk to them about God. It might get uncomfortable, but I want to hear their hearts, and their stories, and I want them to know that this is a safe place.
And the bottom line; it's not my responsibility to get results. I need only to respond to the call, and let God do the rest.
So I'm going to be brave.
"But you belong to God, my dear children. You have already won a victory over those people, because the spirit who lives in you is greater than the spirit who lives in the world." 1 John 4:4
What's God asking you to do?
***I actually do want to hear from y'all on this. For some reason many people have trouble commenting and I don't know why!! It has come to my attention that you can comment anonymously, but sign your name in the body of the comment. Or not. Either way.***
There aren't words to adequately capture the experience.
We were blessed.
We were called.
We were challenged.
We were equipped.
We were prayed over.
We were sent out.
A friend of mine told me before I left on Friday that she was praying IF:gathering would be my DNOW. And that's exactly what it was.
Adding to the sweetness of the weekend was the fact that I had led a group of 7th grade girls at our DNOW the weekend before, and the topic was the SAME THING y'all.
God is crazy and awesome and He's hammering me with the challenge to be brave and courageous.
I told my girls this morning in Bible Fellowship that my challenge actually came at IF:, rather than at DNOW, but I have no doubt that leading at DNOW last weekend and hearing the messages from our speaker laid the ground-work and prepared my heart to receive this weekend.
So I'm sharing with all of you my confession and my act of bravery.
Actually 2 acts of bravery.
The first one, and the easiest of the two, is something Ann Voskamp challenged everyone to do.
1 Samuel 7:3 says, "So Samuel said to all the Israelites, 'If you are returning to the Lord with all your hearts, then rid yourselves of the foreign gods and the Ashtoreths and commit yourselves to the Lord and serve Him only, and He will deliver you out of the hand of the Philistines.'"
So every morning, at 7:03, I'll pray. I'll pray for my heart and soul and mind to be pointed to the Lord. I'll pray that I don't allow any foreign gods to take up space in my heart and in my life.
This is brave thing number one. It's brave because I like to sleep. Like, a lot. And mornings are from the devil himself.
But I will be brave. I will set my alarm, and I will actually wake up when it goes off, and I will pray.
My second act of bravery first required a realization and confession. I had to have my eyes opened to what was happening in my heart before I could step out in faith and commit to the brave thing God was telling me to do. As I talked through some of the discussion questions with my friends at the gathering, God showed me that I've been keeping Him at arm's length for several months, because I've been afraid of what He'll want me to do if I draw close to Him and listen.
Have I been spending time with Him?
Absolutely.
Have I been praying and learning?
You bet.
Have I been putting my whole heart into it? Have I been all in?
Nope.
I'm afraid.
Of being uncomfortable.
Of being pushed beyond myself.
Of being told to do something that would require me to put my faith to work.
But, believing in God takes courage. Living in faith, living out our faith, makes us uncomfortable. But faith, real true God-sized faith, overcomes the doubt and the fear and the insecurity.
Jen Hatmaker said this weekend that "We live out God's kingdom to the same level we believe in it." So, what do I believe about God's kingdom?
Do I believe it's worth being uncomfortable for?
Do I believe that what God can do through me if I'm willing, is greater than my fear of being pushed beyond myself?
Do I love God enough to put my faith to work? To take that next step?
YES.
So, in following the leading and equipping of all things IF:, I'm going to open my home and invite my neighbors to eat at my table. I'm going to ask questions. I'm going to talk to them about God. It might get uncomfortable, but I want to hear their hearts, and their stories, and I want them to know that this is a safe place.
And the bottom line; it's not my responsibility to get results. I need only to respond to the call, and let God do the rest.
So I'm going to be brave.
"But you belong to God, my dear children. You have already won a victory over those people, because the spirit who lives in you is greater than the spirit who lives in the world." 1 John 4:4
What's God asking you to do?
***I actually do want to hear from y'all on this. For some reason many people have trouble commenting and I don't know why!! It has come to my attention that you can comment anonymously, but sign your name in the body of the comment. Or not. Either way.***
Thursday, January 8, 2015
Trusting God
I hope everyone had a good break and great time with their families and loved ones over the holidays. I'm slowly but surely getting back into the swing of things after 3 weeks of laying around and sleeping in. I'm at least to the point where I'm setting my alarm, but I'm not yet actually getting up when it goes off. Not that I've ever been one to jump out of bed in the morning. This girl likes her sleep.
As the new year starts, thoughts of resolutions, goals, intentions, plans, etc, are a hot topic. Many people don't make resolutions, but still have some things they would like to change this year. This is still, more or less, a resolution. Just saying.
What I'd like to know, is not what you're resolving to do in 2015, but what you're trusting God with this year. Or what do you need to trust God with, and you're maybe not quite there yet? I've talked to some friends about this over the last week, and our pastor spoke about it on Sunday. In my circle I've heard finances, health, job decisions, issues within the family, and that's just a sampling.
We have a lot going on in our lives, and there are times when it would be great to have an "easy" button. Personally, I'd love to hit auto-pilot and coast to summer break right about now. But when we trust God with the things that are daunting, the 'Goliaths', we see His faithfulness at work.
I'm reading Jesus Calling this year, and this morning I read, "Let your weakness be a door to My Presence. Whenever you feel inadequate, remember that I am your ever-present Help."
I'm trusting God to give me patience as I teach my kids each day, and wisdom to make the best decisions for their education.
I'm also trusting Him to give our church direction as we begin the search for a new worship pastor.
He is faithful.
What are you trusting God with this year?
As the new year starts, thoughts of resolutions, goals, intentions, plans, etc, are a hot topic. Many people don't make resolutions, but still have some things they would like to change this year. This is still, more or less, a resolution. Just saying.
What I'd like to know, is not what you're resolving to do in 2015, but what you're trusting God with this year. Or what do you need to trust God with, and you're maybe not quite there yet? I've talked to some friends about this over the last week, and our pastor spoke about it on Sunday. In my circle I've heard finances, health, job decisions, issues within the family, and that's just a sampling.
We have a lot going on in our lives, and there are times when it would be great to have an "easy" button. Personally, I'd love to hit auto-pilot and coast to summer break right about now. But when we trust God with the things that are daunting, the 'Goliaths', we see His faithfulness at work.
I'm reading Jesus Calling this year, and this morning I read, "Let your weakness be a door to My Presence. Whenever you feel inadequate, remember that I am your ever-present Help."
I'm trusting God to give me patience as I teach my kids each day, and wisdom to make the best decisions for their education.
I'm also trusting Him to give our church direction as we begin the search for a new worship pastor.
He is faithful.
What are you trusting God with this year?
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. --Romans 15:13
Saturday, December 13, 2014
Thoughts on Holidays
A couple of months ago Allen sent me a link to a blog entry titled 6 Things I Bet You Don't Know About Your Pastor's Wife. I've shared things like that on here before, so I won't beat the proverbial dead horse. However, there was one I would like to spend a few moments on. The number 5 'Thing' was:
5. Holidays are Lonely
In other words Christmas and Easter. They're Super Bowl moments for the church. They're 2 of the most likely times when people will come to church each year. So when everyone else is hanging with family and celebrating holidays together, my husband is at church. We don't get to travel and be with family. We don't get to be together on Christmas Eve.
This is indeed true. At least for us.
This year our church is hosting two Christmas Eve services; 4:00pm and 6:00pm. Allen will leave around 3:00. Maybe 3:15. He will get home around 8:00 right as the kids are going up to their rooms for reading time before the 8:30 lights out.
I remember one year when the kids were about 4 and 6 the church did three services, so Allen wouldn't be home until very late. I hadn't thought through the evening well, and on the way home from the Christmas Eve service the kids and I attended, the only place open was Golden Chick. I drove thru, got chicken strips and fries and a jug of sweet tea, and the kids and I ate on paper plates at the kitchen table and I put them to bed by myself. And then I had a small pity party.
We don't spend Christmas eve with family, because we have to be here, and my dad is also a pastor (in the Dallas area) and has to be at his church. The parents are driving down on Christmas day.
Please hear me: I'm not complaining. I know it sounds like I am. Five or six years ago when my kids where much younger I probably would've....or did. The holidays have been like this for almost as long as I can remember. I grew up in a pastor's home. I married a pastor. This is my life.
My point in all of this is to hear from other pastors' wives.
What do you do to make Christmas Eve (and while we're at it, Easter as it is much the same) special?
Do you save it all for Christmas Day?
Do you have a special Christmas Eve breakfast/brunch/lunch before your husband heads up to spend the last half of his day at church?
Does your family attend all the services (if there are multiples)to be kind of together, or do you pick the one that best fits you and/or your kids?
Some of you have told me that you're not able to comment, or it wants you to set up a google account and you don't want to. I think you can comment anonymously for free, but sign your name in the comment box so I know who you are....unless you want to remain anonymous. Then I will anonymously be annoyed. Kidding.
You can also email me your comment and unless you tell me otherwise, I'll paste it in the comment section myself. twig478@yahoo.com
This is just something I'm really curious about. That's why I'm being specific with the comment thing.
Let me hear from you!
Not sure if I will post again before 2015, so in the event I don't get another chance to say it...Merry Christmas!!
5. Holidays are Lonely
In other words Christmas and Easter. They're Super Bowl moments for the church. They're 2 of the most likely times when people will come to church each year. So when everyone else is hanging with family and celebrating holidays together, my husband is at church. We don't get to travel and be with family. We don't get to be together on Christmas Eve.
This is indeed true. At least for us.
This year our church is hosting two Christmas Eve services; 4:00pm and 6:00pm. Allen will leave around 3:00. Maybe 3:15. He will get home around 8:00 right as the kids are going up to their rooms for reading time before the 8:30 lights out.
I remember one year when the kids were about 4 and 6 the church did three services, so Allen wouldn't be home until very late. I hadn't thought through the evening well, and on the way home from the Christmas Eve service the kids and I attended, the only place open was Golden Chick. I drove thru, got chicken strips and fries and a jug of sweet tea, and the kids and I ate on paper plates at the kitchen table and I put them to bed by myself. And then I had a small pity party.
We don't spend Christmas eve with family, because we have to be here, and my dad is also a pastor (in the Dallas area) and has to be at his church. The parents are driving down on Christmas day.
Please hear me: I'm not complaining. I know it sounds like I am. Five or six years ago when my kids where much younger I probably would've....or did. The holidays have been like this for almost as long as I can remember. I grew up in a pastor's home. I married a pastor. This is my life.
My point in all of this is to hear from other pastors' wives.
What do you do to make Christmas Eve (and while we're at it, Easter as it is much the same) special?
Do you save it all for Christmas Day?
Do you have a special Christmas Eve breakfast/brunch/lunch before your husband heads up to spend the last half of his day at church?
Does your family attend all the services (if there are multiples)to be kind of together, or do you pick the one that best fits you and/or your kids?
Some of you have told me that you're not able to comment, or it wants you to set up a google account and you don't want to. I think you can comment anonymously for free, but sign your name in the comment box so I know who you are....unless you want to remain anonymous. Then I will anonymously be annoyed. Kidding.
You can also email me your comment and unless you tell me otherwise, I'll paste it in the comment section myself. twig478@yahoo.com
This is just something I'm really curious about. That's why I'm being specific with the comment thing.
Let me hear from you!
Not sure if I will post again before 2015, so in the event I don't get another chance to say it...Merry Christmas!!
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Who'sYour Community?
A consistent topic of discussion in our home over the last few months has been that of community. Our church has really been focusing on community groups (home group, life group, small group, etc.) and getting our church families plugged into a group that they can grow deeper with, whether that be in a Sunday morning Adult Bible Fellowship class, or a community group outside of 'church hours.'While I completely get the idea of growing and multiplying, as is our church's goal, a revolving door with visitors coming and going and the (ideal) possibility of multiplying every few months is not, in my opinion, conducive to building deep relationships. When talking about this with someone at church recently, she said, "I want a tribe."
Yes! I need a tribe. A village. A group of people that is solid, consistent, not changing all the time.
We (Allen and I) don't get small group at church.
We're teaching, mentoring, discipling, leading.
So how do we find a balance?
Where do we as pastors' families find the opportunity for true community?
It's necessary.
It's Biblical.
In Hebrews we're told to meet together and encourage one another. In Galatians we're told to bear one another's burdens. In Acts the disciples broke bread in fellowship and prayer.
I'd love to hear your thoughts, pastors and wives of pastors. And whoever else might be reading this.
What's a community group look like to you? What should it be?
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Even in the Little Things
I can only definitively speak for myself, of course, but I think a lot of people feel like they're useless unless they're doing something ground-breaking that's changing the world.
I used to feel that way. If I was going to help people, I mean really help people, I needed to be a big deal. I needed to publish a book, or be a famous singer, or a renowned teacher or speaker if I was going to make any kind of difference.
But we all matter.
Every. Single. One of us.
So often people ask, "What is my purpose?"
We want to know why we're here.
What's the end game?
When we're gone, what will we be remembered for?
My pastor just finished a series called Improving Your Serve.
He taught a few weeks ago from Matthew 25:14-30.
The master is going away and entrusts 3 of his servants with varying amounts of his property while he's gone. Two of them put to work what they were given. One did not.
The two who were faithful with what they were given, were rewarded by the master. The servant who chose to hide his one talent (the value of the money) was called worthless and thrown outside "where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth." (v. 30)
Friends, we have a purpose. We have been given gifts, talents, blessings by our Father in Heaven. Just like the servants were given their master's property, everything we have been given ultimately belongs to the Lord, and He has entrusted us with it. Everyone has varying gifts in varying amounts. But we are all called to be faithful with what we've been given.
That's our purpose. That's why we're here. To take care of what our master has entrusted to us.
And when He returns we will give an account of what we did with what we were given.
Are we being faithful?
Are we using our gifts and talents to make an eternal difference?
Or are we just sitting on them?
Are we so afraid that we might mess something up, that we opt to do nothing at all?
Are we guilty of doing nothing with what we've been given, because our options aren't what we've imagined them to be?
"Sure, being a sunday school teacher is helpful, but I'm waiting on a call to be the next Beth Moore."
"Yeah, I could sing on the praise team, but I'm pretty sure I need to be recording albums and leading people to the throne of worship from an arena stage."
"I'm kind of a big deal."
Except that I'm not. And you may not be.
And, yeah, there are really amazing people doing some crazy awesome world-changing things, and that's fantastic!! But if we're all doing crazy awesome world-changing things, who's going to do the little things? Who's going to pray with the girl at youth camp who just confessed to cutting? Who's going to sit on the floor at church and play with the 2-year-olds? Who's going to unlock the gym and play basketball with the neighborhood kids so they know that someone out there loves them?
I read something recently, and I wish so badly I could remember where so I could quote it exactly, but the general idea was, a stay-at-home mom may feel like she's doing very little to change the world just by packing her son's lunch everyday, but that son may grow up to be the president of the United States, and she's the one making sure he has a good meal to get him through the school day.
The little things are big things to those they impact.
Jesus was a servant.
Mark 10:45-- For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life as a ransom for many.
If we're going to be like Christ, we need to stop making it about ourselves and our purpose, and start making it about His purpose. Humbling ourselves and using what He's entrusted us with to serve others and bring Him glory.
That's what I want to be remembered for; using what my Master has given me to serve and point others to Him.
I used to feel that way. If I was going to help people, I mean really help people, I needed to be a big deal. I needed to publish a book, or be a famous singer, or a renowned teacher or speaker if I was going to make any kind of difference.
But we all matter.
Every. Single. One of us.
So often people ask, "What is my purpose?"
We want to know why we're here.
What's the end game?
When we're gone, what will we be remembered for?
My pastor just finished a series called Improving Your Serve.
He taught a few weeks ago from Matthew 25:14-30.
The master is going away and entrusts 3 of his servants with varying amounts of his property while he's gone. Two of them put to work what they were given. One did not.
The two who were faithful with what they were given, were rewarded by the master. The servant who chose to hide his one talent (the value of the money) was called worthless and thrown outside "where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth." (v. 30)
Friends, we have a purpose. We have been given gifts, talents, blessings by our Father in Heaven. Just like the servants were given their master's property, everything we have been given ultimately belongs to the Lord, and He has entrusted us with it. Everyone has varying gifts in varying amounts. But we are all called to be faithful with what we've been given.
That's our purpose. That's why we're here. To take care of what our master has entrusted to us.
And when He returns we will give an account of what we did with what we were given.
Are we being faithful?
Are we using our gifts and talents to make an eternal difference?
Or are we just sitting on them?
Are we so afraid that we might mess something up, that we opt to do nothing at all?
Are we guilty of doing nothing with what we've been given, because our options aren't what we've imagined them to be?
"Sure, being a sunday school teacher is helpful, but I'm waiting on a call to be the next Beth Moore."
"Yeah, I could sing on the praise team, but I'm pretty sure I need to be recording albums and leading people to the throne of worship from an arena stage."
"I'm kind of a big deal."
Except that I'm not. And you may not be.
And, yeah, there are really amazing people doing some crazy awesome world-changing things, and that's fantastic!! But if we're all doing crazy awesome world-changing things, who's going to do the little things? Who's going to pray with the girl at youth camp who just confessed to cutting? Who's going to sit on the floor at church and play with the 2-year-olds? Who's going to unlock the gym and play basketball with the neighborhood kids so they know that someone out there loves them?
I read something recently, and I wish so badly I could remember where so I could quote it exactly, but the general idea was, a stay-at-home mom may feel like she's doing very little to change the world just by packing her son's lunch everyday, but that son may grow up to be the president of the United States, and she's the one making sure he has a good meal to get him through the school day.
The little things are big things to those they impact.
Jesus was a servant.
Mark 10:45-- For even the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life as a ransom for many.
If we're going to be like Christ, we need to stop making it about ourselves and our purpose, and start making it about His purpose. Humbling ourselves and using what He's entrusted us with to serve others and bring Him glory.
That's what I want to be remembered for; using what my Master has given me to serve and point others to Him.
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
This is Only a Test
The idea of God testing us is not something I've ever spent a lot of thought on, but over the course of the last week or so, it's been a recurring a topic.
I've often heard people say, "God is testing me," and it's referred to in the Bible, even asked for at times:
Psalm 26:2- Test me, Lord, and try me, examine my heart and my mind.
Psalm 139:23- Test me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts.
James 1:12- Blessed is the one who perseveres under trial because, having stood the test, that person will receive the crown of life that the Lord has promised to those who love Him.
Psalm 66:10- For you, God, tested us; you refined us like silver.
I've been reading thru the Bible on If:Equip (such a great experience), and a few days ago, I read in Genesis where God asks Abraham to sacrifice Isaac. The title of that story is (at least in my Bible) God Puts Abraham to the Test.
Not. Even. A little bit.
God is all-knowing. He knows our hearts, our minds, our faith. He knows exactly where we stand.
In the comment thread on If:Equip that day, someone gave a really great perspective that I hadn't considered before, and she put it beautifully:
I've been locked in on this since Thursday. God wants to display His faithful provision. And He is always faithful.
I think this will forever alter my thoughts when I hear, "Why is God testing me," or "Why is is this happening to me," or any other version of that question.
He wants to show us that He's faithful. He wants us to believe what His word tells us:
Hebrews 10:23- Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for He who promised is faithful.
2 Thessalonians 3:3- But the Lord is faithful, and He will strengthen you and protect you from the evil one.
How have you been tested? Can you share something you've walked thru that has strengthened your faith?
I've often heard people say, "God is testing me," and it's referred to in the Bible, even asked for at times:
Psalm 26:2- Test me, Lord, and try me, examine my heart and my mind.
Psalm 139:23- Test me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts.
James 1:12- Blessed is the one who perseveres under trial because, having stood the test, that person will receive the crown of life that the Lord has promised to those who love Him.
Psalm 66:10- For you, God, tested us; you refined us like silver.
I've been reading thru the Bible on If:Equip (such a great experience), and a few days ago, I read in Genesis where God asks Abraham to sacrifice Isaac. The title of that story is (at least in my Bible) God Puts Abraham to the Test.
Genesis 22
1 After these things God tested Abraham and said to him, “Abraham!” And he said, “Here I am.” 2 He said, “Take your son, your only son Isaac, whom you love, and go to the land of Moriah, and offer him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains of which I shall tell you.” 3 So Abraham rose early in the morning, saddled his donkey, and took two of his young men with him, and his son Isaac. And he cut the wood for the burnt offering and arose and went to the place of which God had told him. 4 On the third day Abraham lifted up his eyes and saw the place from afar. 5 Then Abraham said to his young men, “Stay here with the donkey; I and the boy will go over there and worship and come again to you.” 6 And Abraham took the wood of the burnt offering and laid it on Isaac his son. And he took in his hand the fire and the knife. So they went both of them together. 7 And Isaac said to his father Abraham, “My father!” And he said, “Here I am, my son.” He said, “Behold, the fire and the wood, but where is the lamb for a burnt offering?” 8 Abraham said, “God will provide for himself the lamb for a burnt offering, my son.” So they went both of them together. 9 When they came to the place of which God had told him, Abraham built the altar there and laid the wood in order and bound Isaac his son and laid him on the altar, on top of the wood. 10 Then Abraham reached out his hand and took the knife to slaughter his son. 11 But the angel of the Lord called to him from heaven and said, “Abraham, Abraham!” And he said, “Here I am.” 12 He said, “Do not lay your hand on the boy or do anything to him, for now I know that you fear God, seeing you have not withheld your son, your only son, from me.” 13 And Abraham lifted up his eyes and looked, and behold, behind him was a ram, caught in a thicket by is horns. And Abraham went and took the ram and offered it up as a burnt offering instead of his son. 14 So Abraham called the name of that place, “The Lord will provide”; as it is said to this day, “On the mount of the Lord it shall be provided.” 15 And the angel of the Lord called to Abraham a second time from heaven 16 and said, “By myself I have sworn, declares the Lord, because you have done this and have not withheld your son, your only son, 17 I will surely bless you, and I will surely multiply your offspring as the stars of heaven and as the sand that is on the seashore. And your offspring shall possess the gate of his enemies, 18 and in your offspring shall all the nations of the earth be blessed, because you have obeyed my voice.”
Why does God test us? Is it so he can know for sure how we feel about Him? Does He need reassurance that our faith in Him is legit?Not. Even. A little bit.
God is all-knowing. He knows our hearts, our minds, our faith. He knows exactly where we stand.
In the comment thread on If:Equip that day, someone gave a really great perspective that I hadn't considered before, and she put it beautifully:
"I look at this story and I wonder if it wasn't so much a test for God to see if Abraham would be obedient- God knows all things and knew the extent of Abraham's love for Him without putting him through this- but if it was more for Abraham and Isaac's sake. To experience the provision that follows radical obedience. God showed Himself faithful in that moment of absolute tragic surrender. Abraham surely didn't walk away from this thinking, 'Wow, I am so obedient', but rather, 'The Lord is faithful to provide.' When God calls us to radical obedience, maybe the test isn't so much to see whether or not we will obey, but for God to display His faithful provision in our lives in a way that we walk away confidently knowing 'The Lord will Provide.'"
I think this will forever alter my thoughts when I hear, "Why is God testing me," or "Why is is this happening to me," or any other version of that question.
He wants to show us that He's faithful. He wants us to believe what His word tells us:
Hebrews 10:23- Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for He who promised is faithful.
2 Thessalonians 3:3- But the Lord is faithful, and He will strengthen you and protect you from the evil one.
How have you been tested? Can you share something you've walked thru that has strengthened your faith?
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
New Sister in Christ
This week we are rejoicing because my daughter Molly gave her life to Jesus on Sunday night!!!
She's mentioned this to us several times over the last few years, but we've never let her do it. Before you send me ugly emails or judge me for not letting my kid make that decision when she wanted to, let me explain.
The decision to give your life to Christ is a big deal. It's the most important decision you'll ever make. We wanted to make sure that both of our kids really understood exactly what they were choosing to do. This isn't just asking Jesus into your heart. Asking Jesus into our hearts is not what saves us. It's repentance from our sin and faith in Christ. It's a commitment to follow Christ and his teachings, and rely on him day after day thru the good and the bad. It's not just, 'I want to go to heaven.'
This is what we wanted them to understand.
Up until last night, her interest in the decision was limited to the subsequent baptism and excitement that was sure to follow. A new Bible. A phone call to the grandparents and friends.
She had seen her brother make this decision and wanted the same attention he received.
Typically her statement was, "I want to be baptized." It was usually at an inopportune time, or it would be said just to me, and I would tell her, "Let's talk about it tonight when Daddy gets home." If she brought it up again that evening, we'd talk about it. She never did.
Until last night.
We were at a community-wide worship service and she approached me during one of the songs. She looked like she was crying a little bit, and I asked if she was OK.
"I want to give my life to Jesus," she said.
I responded with, "Go tell Daddy," to which he responded, "We'll talk about it when we get home."
On the way home I was talking to Allen, and said I was going to get right in my car and go to the grocery store while he put the kids to bed.
In a little voice form the backseat, "But we need to talk about that thing!"
"What thing?" I asked, knowing full well what she meant, but needing her to say it.
"Me giving my life to Jesus," she said.
And so we did.
We asked her what she was thinking, feeling, why tonight, was it a song, something she heard, something someone said?
"I just felt in my heart like God was telling me it's time to give my life to Him."
This was different.
She had never articulated it like that before.
There had never been emotion behind her words.
She meant it.
So we prayed.
We listened as she shared her heart with her savior.
And now my daughter is my new sister in Christ.
Welcome to the family, sweet girl.
She's mentioned this to us several times over the last few years, but we've never let her do it. Before you send me ugly emails or judge me for not letting my kid make that decision when she wanted to, let me explain.
The decision to give your life to Christ is a big deal. It's the most important decision you'll ever make. We wanted to make sure that both of our kids really understood exactly what they were choosing to do. This isn't just asking Jesus into your heart. Asking Jesus into our hearts is not what saves us. It's repentance from our sin and faith in Christ. It's a commitment to follow Christ and his teachings, and rely on him day after day thru the good and the bad. It's not just, 'I want to go to heaven.'
This is what we wanted them to understand.
Up until last night, her interest in the decision was limited to the subsequent baptism and excitement that was sure to follow. A new Bible. A phone call to the grandparents and friends.
She had seen her brother make this decision and wanted the same attention he received.
Typically her statement was, "I want to be baptized." It was usually at an inopportune time, or it would be said just to me, and I would tell her, "Let's talk about it tonight when Daddy gets home." If she brought it up again that evening, we'd talk about it. She never did.
Until last night.
We were at a community-wide worship service and she approached me during one of the songs. She looked like she was crying a little bit, and I asked if she was OK.
"I want to give my life to Jesus," she said.
I responded with, "Go tell Daddy," to which he responded, "We'll talk about it when we get home."
On the way home I was talking to Allen, and said I was going to get right in my car and go to the grocery store while he put the kids to bed.
In a little voice form the backseat, "But we need to talk about that thing!"
"What thing?" I asked, knowing full well what she meant, but needing her to say it.
"Me giving my life to Jesus," she said.
And so we did.
We asked her what she was thinking, feeling, why tonight, was it a song, something she heard, something someone said?
"I just felt in my heart like God was telling me it's time to give my life to Him."
This was different.
She had never articulated it like that before.
There had never been emotion behind her words.
She meant it.
So we prayed.
We listened as she shared her heart with her savior.
And now my daughter is my new sister in Christ.
Welcome to the family, sweet girl.
Monday, October 20, 2014
IF:
I participated in something pretty great last week. IF:Table.
The IF: movement is something that has transpired from the heart and mind of Jennie Allen, a writer and speaker, among other things. The goal is to "equip and unleash the next generation of women to live out their purpose."
I was invited to attend a home simulcast of the first ever IF:Gathering in Austin earlier this year, but Allen was out of town at a speaking engagement and as much as I would've loved to hole up for the weekend with some ladies, the cost of a 2-day or even a 1-day-all-day babysitter was not part of the budget, so I sat that one out.
So, while I haven't been directly involved with this amazing ministry that's been gaining momentum over the last year, I've definitely been aware of it. I actually tried to get a ticket to the upcoming February IF:Gathering in Austin but it sold out in 2 HOURS! What?!?
Is this real?
So, on the heels of weeks of blogs about friendship and that whole thing, imagine all the feels when I checked my email a few weeks ago and found an invitation to an IF:Table.
Really?? An opportunity to sit around and eat and chat with 5 other women for 2 hours?
And then do it again? Every. Month.
Uh, yesplease.
And so we did.
We sat.
We ate.
We laughed.
We were honest.
We talked about community and weakness and delighting in the Lord.
Some of the ladies I know well, and some I'm only just getting to know, but they're all sisters in Christ, and we're all 6 of us flawed and real and wonderful.
Thank you, IF: for challenging and equipping us to come together in our places. Thank you for blowing wind into our sails.
Check out IF: and all their fabulousness HERE.
The IF: movement is something that has transpired from the heart and mind of Jennie Allen, a writer and speaker, among other things. The goal is to "equip and unleash the next generation of women to live out their purpose."
I was invited to attend a home simulcast of the first ever IF:Gathering in Austin earlier this year, but Allen was out of town at a speaking engagement and as much as I would've loved to hole up for the weekend with some ladies, the cost of a 2-day or even a 1-day-all-day babysitter was not part of the budget, so I sat that one out.
So, while I haven't been directly involved with this amazing ministry that's been gaining momentum over the last year, I've definitely been aware of it. I actually tried to get a ticket to the upcoming February IF:Gathering in Austin but it sold out in 2 HOURS! What?!?
Is this real?
So, on the heels of weeks of blogs about friendship and that whole thing, imagine all the feels when I checked my email a few weeks ago and found an invitation to an IF:Table.
Really?? An opportunity to sit around and eat and chat with 5 other women for 2 hours?
And then do it again? Every. Month.
Uh, yesplease.
And so we did.
We sat.
We ate.
We laughed.
We were honest.
We talked about community and weakness and delighting in the Lord.
Some of the ladies I know well, and some I'm only just getting to know, but they're all sisters in Christ, and we're all 6 of us flawed and real and wonderful.
Thank you, IF: for challenging and equipping us to come together in our places. Thank you for blowing wind into our sails.
Check out IF: and all their fabulousness HERE.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Vacation All I Ever Wanted
We just returned (last week) from our family vacation to Virginia/DC and had such a great time!! We had never been, so we crammed as much into that week as we possibly could.
We started with a couple of days in Colonial Williamsburg and Jamestown. We're studying that period of time in history this year, so the kids loved seeing history come to life in the costumes and reenactments of the pre-revolution years.
Next we headed up to a town in northern Virginia near DC to stay with Allen's cousin and his wife. They moved up there about a year ago, and it was great to see them and hang out for a few days. They did a great job tour guiding us around the city. There's SO much to see and do up there, there's no way to hit it all in one vacation, but we saw everything on our list, and made another list in case we ever get to go back!
Something that really struck me while we were there was the beauty and detail of the architecture. The fact that it was all done by hand so perfectly and with such attention amazes me. I read a statement somewhere recently about the irony of the Capitol, our country's symbol of freedom, being built by slaves. Seeing the houses for 'the help', the slave quarters, and the war memorials gave me a renewed respect for the thousands and thousands of people that served our country some by choice, and some not. Their fingerprints are all over that city, and the city is more beautiful because of them.
We started with a couple of days in Colonial Williamsburg and Jamestown. We're studying that period of time in history this year, so the kids loved seeing history come to life in the costumes and reenactments of the pre-revolution years.
Next we headed up to a town in northern Virginia near DC to stay with Allen's cousin and his wife. They moved up there about a year ago, and it was great to see them and hang out for a few days. They did a great job tour guiding us around the city. There's SO much to see and do up there, there's no way to hit it all in one vacation, but we saw everything on our list, and made another list in case we ever get to go back!
Something that really struck me while we were there was the beauty and detail of the architecture. The fact that it was all done by hand so perfectly and with such attention amazes me. I read a statement somewhere recently about the irony of the Capitol, our country's symbol of freedom, being built by slaves. Seeing the houses for 'the help', the slave quarters, and the war memorials gave me a renewed respect for the thousands and thousands of people that served our country some by choice, and some not. Their fingerprints are all over that city, and the city is more beautiful because of them.
We hold these truths to be self evident: that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights, among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, that to secure these rights governments are instituted among men. We solemnly publish and declare that these colonies are and of right ought to be free and independent states...and for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine providence, we mutually pledge our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor.
-Thomas Jefferson
Thursday, September 25, 2014
Nine Secrets Your Pastor's Wife Wishes You Knew
I will be taking a break from blogging for a few weeks to rest and regroup. Today I want to share this little nugget with you.
This is a blog entry from Shattered Magazine that I've reposted with permission from Rachael Jackson, the Founder and Editor in Chief of the Magazine.
I would love to hear if there's anything on here that you disagree with or really relate to. Or maybe there's one you'd like to add??
Give me some feedback.....
This is a blog entry from Shattered Magazine that I've reposted with permission from Rachael Jackson, the Founder and Editor in Chief of the Magazine.
I would love to hear if there's anything on here that you disagree with or really relate to. Or maybe there's one you'd like to add??
Give me some feedback.....
She’s always there. Sometimes in the background, sometimes with a welcoming smile up front, sometimes noticed and appreciated, sometimes being silently judged. Your pastor’s wife; the powerful force behind most church leaders often perceived as a mystery by the rest of the church. It doesn’t have to be that way.
What if we just asked our pastor’s wife to candidly, honestly, even anonymously share some of their secrets? What if we invited them to share their hearts and tell us what they wished the church knew?
I posed a simple, open ended question to a panel of pastors’ wives in different states, from different denominations, with various years of service, “If you could tell the church a few things about your role as a pastor’s wife, what would you say?”
The women selected are the wives of music ministers, children’s leaders, senior pastors and youth pastors. Some of them serve in churches with large staff and even larger budgets, others in newer church plants, and even some from old and barely surviving congregations. Despite such different backgrounds, their responses were strangely similar and in several cases, almost identical.
I’ve sat for coffee, exchanged emails and had lengthy conversations with many who freely shared their secrets with me in exchange for the promise of anonymity. What follows is a condensed collection of their words.
1) “I wish people knew that we struggle to have family time.”
There was one common response that I received from every single pastor’s wife. Every. Single. One. Over and over again, many pastors’ wives shared numerous occasions where planned vacations had been cut short (wouldn’t that be hard?). They told me tales of family evenings being rearranged for crises of church members, middle of the night emergencies and regular interruptions. A true day off is rare; even on scheduled days off their husbands are essentially on call 24/7.
2) “Almost every day I’m afraid of screwing it all up.”
They don’t have it all together. They battle many of the same issues every other woman battles: marriage issues, extended family difficulties, sickness, finances, children who make poor decisions, fear and insecurities. Some seasons of life are obviously harder than others; but remember, ministry wives are not Wonder Woman with special powers. Please have a little mercy and extend grace.
3) “Being a pastor’s wife is THE loneliest thing I’ve ever done and for so many reasons.”
Personally, I think this is surprising to many (it was to me). Several ladies shared the difficulties of finding friendships that are safe, being looked at (or treated) differently and even the desire to be invited for an occasional ladies night out. One woman shared, “Invite us to something just to get to know us. We like being known.” People in the church often assume that the pastor’s wife is always invited and popular. In reality, for whatever reason, many ladies fear befriending them. On Sunday mornings pastors’ wives are often sitting solo and those with children are essentially single parenting.
4) “It is okay and welcomed to have conversations with me about things that do not pertain to church, or even Jesus. There I said it!”
They have a variety of interests. Believe it or not, many pastor’s wives went to college and had full time careers before becoming “Mrs. Pastor’s wife.” They have hobbies, likes and dislikes, and though they often serve beside their husband, they are individuals with their own unique gifts. Do not make the mistake of assuming your pastor’s wife has the same personality as their husband. One wife shared that as newly weds when they announced their engagement people regularly commented on how good of a singer she must be (because her husband to be was a music minister). When she shared that she sounded more like a dying cat than an elegant song bird the shock on their faces was evident.
5) “Sundays are sometimes my least favorite day. Wait– am I allowed to say that?”
Sundays are hard. And long. And there is no rest. To a pastor’s wife, Sunday means an early morning of rushing around to have the family ready in their “Sunday Best.” Although you may not see your pastor’s wife on the platform, rest assured, Sunday is equally tiring for most (all) of them.
6) “It’s hard to not harbor resentment or to allow your flesh to lash out at members who openly criticize his ministry.”
They hate church criticism more then anything. It’s hurtful. Offensive, and yes, it’s very hard not to take it personally. It is one of the most damaging things they witness regularly inside the church whether it be through emails, social media or gossip. They wish people understood how serious God’s word speaks on the danger and power of our words. And how much it injures the pastor’s family.
7) “Please don’t look down on me or assume I don’t support my husband just because you don’t see me every time the churches doors are open.”
Most wives are not paid staff. They are wives, mothers, and some are employed outside the home and need to be allowed the freedom to pray and choose ministries they feel called to.
8) “I wish people knew that we taught our children to make good choices, but sometimes, they don’t.”
Jokes about pastor’s kids should be avoided at all costs. The risk of rebellion in a “preacher’s kid” is no secret. They aren’t perfect, and never will be (are yours?). They have to learn to walk in their faith just like other children and need encouragement and love to do so. Again, extend grace.
9) “What I can tell you is I have been blessed beyond measure, I have been given gifts, money, love and prayer, so much prayer… by so many.”
They love their church and understand the role comes with special challenges and special blessings; it is fulfilling and brings them great joy.
One Extra Thought
Though it was not a common response, there was one that stood out. The top of the list of one seasoned pastor’s wife simply read, “I deleted my number 1.” Some secrets are so difficult to share, even the promise of complete confidence is not enough to bring them out.
These Godly women have something they want us to know and as a body of believers working together towards the same goal I think we might gain a better understanding of how to appreciate our leaders by listening. All of these responses point to a singular truth. Your pastor’s wife is a human being that desires to be known, just as you do.
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
And the Winner Is......
Congrats to Caitlyn Wymer, who won a copy of Jen Hatmaker's book Girl Talk: Getting Past the Chitchat. I didn't even have to draw; she was the only commenter on last week's post.
Her shiny new book will be delivered directly into her mailbox in approximately one week. She has suggested we meet up to talk thru the book, so we can be convicted together, but also laugh. And drink coffee. Two out of three ain't bad.
On a side note, Caitlyn has a lovely blog about being artsy and soulful and fabulous. I love her candor and her wit. She's one of my favorite people. Check out her stuff here.
No 'meaty' post this week, unless I surprise myself in the next couple of days.
Hope you're having a good one!!!
Her shiny new book will be delivered directly into her mailbox in approximately one week. She has suggested we meet up to talk thru the book, so we can be convicted together, but also laugh. And drink coffee. Two out of three ain't bad.
On a side note, Caitlyn has a lovely blog about being artsy and soulful and fabulous. I love her candor and her wit. She's one of my favorite people. Check out her stuff here.
No 'meaty' post this week, unless I surprise myself in the next couple of days.
Hope you're having a good one!!!
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Freed Up for Joy
The thematic posts on friendship are coming to an end. I think.
I still have another week left in the book, so I'm not promising it won't leak into another post sometime in the near future.
The Lord has taught me a lot about myself thru this study, and I'm actually still in process mode to some extent.
He's been so faithful to allow me to cross paths with some people over the last few weeks that have been so encouraging. Whether it be a blog or Facebook comment, an email, a text, or a kind word in person, I appreciate everyone's sentiments and honesty in their struggles with friendships.
I've realized that my issue isn't so much a lack of people to be friends with, but rather my mindset and ideas of friendship.
And while I have been wounded in the past and it has tended to color my view of how relationships work, I need to forgive and move forward.
Jen Hatmaker says, "Forgiveness leads to vulnerability, which feels too risky after a betrayal. But your forgiveness does not open you back up to injury. It frees you up for joy again. It allows you to release the hurt and bitterness; they are so heavy to carry."
I intend to be freed up for joy.
How about you??
Leave a comment on this post about 1) something the Lord is teaching or has taught you about friendship, or 2) something that gives you joy in a friendship.
I'll pick a comment at random (There are generators for that. It's legit.) and that person will win a copy of Jen Hatmaker's book Girl Talk: Getting Past the Chitchat.
I'll pick and post the winner next Tuesday, September 16.
Until next time......
I still have another week left in the book, so I'm not promising it won't leak into another post sometime in the near future.
The Lord has taught me a lot about myself thru this study, and I'm actually still in process mode to some extent.
He's been so faithful to allow me to cross paths with some people over the last few weeks that have been so encouraging. Whether it be a blog or Facebook comment, an email, a text, or a kind word in person, I appreciate everyone's sentiments and honesty in their struggles with friendships.
I've realized that my issue isn't so much a lack of people to be friends with, but rather my mindset and ideas of friendship.
And while I have been wounded in the past and it has tended to color my view of how relationships work, I need to forgive and move forward.
Jen Hatmaker says, "Forgiveness leads to vulnerability, which feels too risky after a betrayal. But your forgiveness does not open you back up to injury. It frees you up for joy again. It allows you to release the hurt and bitterness; they are so heavy to carry."
I intend to be freed up for joy.
How about you??
Leave a comment on this post about 1) something the Lord is teaching or has taught you about friendship, or 2) something that gives you joy in a friendship.
I'll pick a comment at random (There are generators for that. It's legit.) and that person will win a copy of Jen Hatmaker's book Girl Talk: Getting Past the Chitchat.
I'll pick and post the winner next Tuesday, September 16.
Until next time......
Thursday, September 4, 2014
The FriendSHIP. Yep, I just went there.
I've really been struggling over the last several days with this idea of trusting God with my friendships and what that looks like exactly.
I asked a question at the end of my last post:
Is not trusting others the same as not trusting God?
I can't remember what it's like to not live in a full-time ministry household. Between my dad being a worship pastor and my husband being a youth pastor, I'm a good 20 years into it. So while I don't really have a fair grasp of 'non-ministry life' to compare it to, I would venture to say that making friends is a lot different for pastors' wives than, say, an engineer's wife or an electrician's wife.
When your husband is more or less put on display week in and week out, it affects the way you interact with people. I'm protective of my husband and my family and I want to be sure that the people I'm letting into my life are safe, not seeking an audience or having ulterior motives or agendas for being friends with the pastor and/or his family.
Yes, of course I need to trust God, but there are people that it's just not safe to be friends with. I breathed a sigh of relief this week as I realized God was not asking me to blindly step off a cliff.
I've been friends with some unsafe people over the years, but the Lord has revealed to me as I've been on this friendSHIP (See what I did there?I should absolutely go back and delete it, but I'm not going to because it's awesome, and undoubtedly illicited a response of some sort, yes? Probably an audible groan.), that I too have been an unsafe friend to many.
I've been consumed with myself.
I've avoided closeness and connection.
I've been defensive and judgmental.
I've complained.
I've been jealous.
Yuck. Who wants to be friends with that person? Not me.
And then it hit me this morning as I was praying and journaling.
I need to be the kind of friend I want someone to be for me.
It seems so simple, and so...well, duh. It was really an epiphany for me, though. I've spent years on an island, waiting for someone to get in their friendSHIP (See? It works there.) and sail out to get me, wanting to see that they really want me before I'm willing to get in their boat. '
I've been waiting for someone to....work for it??? While I put little to no effort into the relationship until they've proved themselves?!?
That's so arrogant on my part. And while it hasn't been a conscious decision to go about it that way, that's more or less what I've been doing.
No wonder I'm stranded.
True authentic friendships have give and take, and they certainly don't happen overnight. We need friends who will go the distance with us, and that only happens as life happens.
Paul says in Romans 15:5, "May the God who gives endurance and encouragement give you the same attitude of mind toward each other that Christ Jesus had."
Friendship takes endurance. We are all imperfect people. We have issues. We have baggage.
But by the grace of God we can come together in unity and love and maybe a little bit of sarcasm and a lot of hilarity, and walk this road together.
In the spirit of safety in friendship, let's sing together....
This makes me want to watch The Labyrinth. Or Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
I asked a question at the end of my last post:
Is not trusting others the same as not trusting God?
I can't remember what it's like to not live in a full-time ministry household. Between my dad being a worship pastor and my husband being a youth pastor, I'm a good 20 years into it. So while I don't really have a fair grasp of 'non-ministry life' to compare it to, I would venture to say that making friends is a lot different for pastors' wives than, say, an engineer's wife or an electrician's wife.
When your husband is more or less put on display week in and week out, it affects the way you interact with people. I'm protective of my husband and my family and I want to be sure that the people I'm letting into my life are safe, not seeking an audience or having ulterior motives or agendas for being friends with the pastor and/or his family.
"Just because Jesus heralded relationships does not mean we should cultivate intimacy with every person. Jesus wasn't an idiot. Some people are dangerous; they can't be trusted with the treasure of you." --Jen Hatmaker
Yes, of course I need to trust God, but there are people that it's just not safe to be friends with. I breathed a sigh of relief this week as I realized God was not asking me to blindly step off a cliff.
I've been friends with some unsafe people over the years, but the Lord has revealed to me as I've been on this friendSHIP (See what I did there?I should absolutely go back and delete it, but I'm not going to because it's awesome, and undoubtedly illicited a response of some sort, yes? Probably an audible groan.), that I too have been an unsafe friend to many.
I've been consumed with myself.
I've avoided closeness and connection.
I've been defensive and judgmental.
I've complained.
I've been jealous.
Yuck. Who wants to be friends with that person? Not me.
And then it hit me this morning as I was praying and journaling.
I need to be the kind of friend I want someone to be for me.
It seems so simple, and so...well, duh. It was really an epiphany for me, though. I've spent years on an island, waiting for someone to get in their friendSHIP (See? It works there.) and sail out to get me, wanting to see that they really want me before I'm willing to get in their boat. '
I've been waiting for someone to....work for it??? While I put little to no effort into the relationship until they've proved themselves?!?
That's so arrogant on my part. And while it hasn't been a conscious decision to go about it that way, that's more or less what I've been doing.
No wonder I'm stranded.
True authentic friendships have give and take, and they certainly don't happen overnight. We need friends who will go the distance with us, and that only happens as life happens.
Paul says in Romans 15:5, "May the God who gives endurance and encouragement give you the same attitude of mind toward each other that Christ Jesus had."
Friendship takes endurance. We are all imperfect people. We have issues. We have baggage.
But by the grace of God we can come together in unity and love and maybe a little bit of sarcasm and a lot of hilarity, and walk this road together.
In the spirit of safety in friendship, let's sing together....
This makes me want to watch The Labyrinth. Or Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
I Am My Own Worst Enemy (also, Part 3 of an Apparent Friendship Theme)
Ok, this is getting hard. Which is good. I guess.
I apologize in advance if this is a little scattered. As I work through my hang-ups in the area of friendship, I'm learning a lot about myself, and while in the grand scheme of things it's all helpful, it's not all fun, and I haven't completely processed everything.
Let me first say, I do have friends.
I don't want people thinking, "So, Amy, what am I? Chopped liver??"
I have many people in my life that I consider my friends. We hang out with different families and have people over for dinner and all that good stuff. I'm not this person.....
Last week I learned that I am selfish, and that's kind of the bottom line and where this whole thing stems from. A result of the selfishness though is fear. Or maybe they're partners?? Because I'm selfish, I'm afraid? I don't know how that works exactly, but they are both getting on my nerves in a major way.
I hate being afraid.
What am I afraid of?
I'm afraid of not being wanted.
I'm afraid that I'll put myself out there and it won't be reciprocated.
I'm afraid of being left out.
I've felt left out a lot. I still feel left out a lot. I know 99.9% percent of the time it's all in my head. I'm probably not actually, intentionally being left out. I seriously doubt that people sit around as they're planning their get togethers and say, "Let's NOT invite Amy. She's sooooo lame. She used to have a mullet."
But, you see, I overthink everything. I draw conclusions. I make assumptions. It's one of my biggest character flaws. I am my own worst enemy. I won't go into specifics, because I don't want to use a hypothetic (or maybe not so hypothetic) example and have someone assume I'm talking about them. I'm the only one allowed to assume things about people; never the other way around.
I kid, I kid....sort of.
But if I don't have close friendships, if I'm not close enough to anyone to warrant an invitation to their party/girls' night out/playdate/barbecue/game night then I won't get my feelings hurt when I'm not invited. Even though I still do.
Blech. I'm annoying myself again.
That fear has become so ingrained in me that it affects the way I interact with people, the amount of control I allow them to have in a relationship, the degree that I let them in.
And then, as I continued thru the scripture and the chapters last week, this is what I landed on:
I. don't. trust. God.
Now, let me assure you this is not a conscious decision. I'm not arguing and prostrating and yelling at God, "I don't trust you!!"
I actually feel good about my relationship with Him. If you asked me if I trust God, I would say with complete sincerity, "Yes! Of course I do!"
My actions in the area of friendship however, would suggest otherwise.
My actions say, 'You can have every part of my life, God. I trust you in all things....except this little area over here. That friendship thing? That one's mine. I'm going to take care of it myself, because I know better than you."
Yep, that's pretty much spot on.
And ludicrous.
So I guess, at this point I'm trying to figure out what it looks like to trust God with my relationships.
I know God wants to heal this thing in me; fear, distrust, selfishness....all of the above. He wants me to have community, a best friend, a 'soul sister' if you will. I've known for a long time that I have that need. If I wasn't aware of it I wouldn't be sitting here typing this blog post for all of you wonderful people.
If I really believed God, I would have to sacrifice my fear and my pride.
Is not trusting others the same as not trusting God?
Is there a difference?
John13: 34-35--I give you a new command: Love each other deeply and fully. Remember the ways I have loved you, and demonstrate your love for others in those same ways. Everyone will know you as my followers if you demonstrate your love to others. (The Voice)
I apologize in advance if this is a little scattered. As I work through my hang-ups in the area of friendship, I'm learning a lot about myself, and while in the grand scheme of things it's all helpful, it's not all fun, and I haven't completely processed everything.
Let me first say, I do have friends.
I don't want people thinking, "So, Amy, what am I? Chopped liver??"
I have many people in my life that I consider my friends. We hang out with different families and have people over for dinner and all that good stuff. I'm not this person.....
Last week I learned that I am selfish, and that's kind of the bottom line and where this whole thing stems from. A result of the selfishness though is fear. Or maybe they're partners?? Because I'm selfish, I'm afraid? I don't know how that works exactly, but they are both getting on my nerves in a major way.
I hate being afraid.
What am I afraid of?
I'm afraid of not being wanted.
I'm afraid that I'll put myself out there and it won't be reciprocated.
I'm afraid of being left out.
I've felt left out a lot. I still feel left out a lot. I know 99.9% percent of the time it's all in my head. I'm probably not actually, intentionally being left out. I seriously doubt that people sit around as they're planning their get togethers and say, "Let's NOT invite Amy. She's sooooo lame. She used to have a mullet."
But, you see, I overthink everything. I draw conclusions. I make assumptions. It's one of my biggest character flaws. I am my own worst enemy. I won't go into specifics, because I don't want to use a hypothetic (or maybe not so hypothetic) example and have someone assume I'm talking about them. I'm the only one allowed to assume things about people; never the other way around.
I kid, I kid....sort of.
But if I don't have close friendships, if I'm not close enough to anyone to warrant an invitation to their party/girls' night out/playdate/barbecue/game night then I won't get my feelings hurt when I'm not invited. Even though I still do.
Blech. I'm annoying myself again.
That fear has become so ingrained in me that it affects the way I interact with people, the amount of control I allow them to have in a relationship, the degree that I let them in.
And then, as I continued thru the scripture and the chapters last week, this is what I landed on:
I. don't. trust. God.
Now, let me assure you this is not a conscious decision. I'm not arguing and prostrating and yelling at God, "I don't trust you!!"
I actually feel good about my relationship with Him. If you asked me if I trust God, I would say with complete sincerity, "Yes! Of course I do!"
My actions in the area of friendship however, would suggest otherwise.
My actions say, 'You can have every part of my life, God. I trust you in all things....except this little area over here. That friendship thing? That one's mine. I'm going to take care of it myself, because I know better than you."
Yep, that's pretty much spot on.
And ludicrous.
So I guess, at this point I'm trying to figure out what it looks like to trust God with my relationships.
I know God wants to heal this thing in me; fear, distrust, selfishness....all of the above. He wants me to have community, a best friend, a 'soul sister' if you will. I've known for a long time that I have that need. If I wasn't aware of it I wouldn't be sitting here typing this blog post for all of you wonderful people.
If I really believed God, I would have to sacrifice my fear and my pride.
Is not trusting others the same as not trusting God?
Is there a difference?
John13: 34-35--I give you a new command: Love each other deeply and fully. Remember the ways I have loved you, and demonstrate your love for others in those same ways. Everyone will know you as my followers if you demonstrate your love to others. (The Voice)
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
More on Friendship....also I'm already so tired of this subject.
Last week I shared with you a little bit about my struggle with having good, quality friendships, and one of my reasons theories excuses as to why I thought this might be.
It is an excuse.
Is it real? Yes.
Does it justify my hesitancy to trust others and, ultimately the Lord, with relationships?
I'd like to say yes, but...no.
I got thru the first week of Girl Talk: Getting Past the Chit Chat with much wailing and gnashing of teeth.
OK, not really. But it definitely wasn't pleasant.
Jen talked about unity and community in the body of Christ, and I realized something: I'm selfish.
Blech.
I was honestly just really annoyed with myself.
Though it was little comfort at the time I was reading it, the disciples were super selfish too.
In Matthew 18 they asked Jesus "Who is the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven?" Then in Mark 9, on their way to Capernaum, they argued with each other about which of them was the greatest (v. 34). I suppose I'm in good company, or at the very least not alone in this battle. I've never considered that my hesitancy in friendship may be rooted in selfishness, but get this:
Is this really what it boils down to?
Is my insecurity and fear just pretense for selfishness?
The disciples wanted to know who was the greatest because at their core they wanted to be liked. Accepted. The favorite. The best. The greatest.
This same hangup hinders authentic friendship because so many times we're more concerned about being liked than being real.
Oh, but there's more....
Ugh. Grief.
Get out of my head, Jen Hatmaker.
These are all real struggles for me.
This was my prayer this week, straight from my journal:
Lord, thank you for bridging the gap between Heaven and Earth. Give me a heart after you. Give me a heart for others. Help me get over my fear of being hurt, my fear of failure, my fear of not being wanted. Help me get over my insecurity. Help get over myself.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have some soul searching to do.
*Quoted from Girl Talk: Getting Past the Chit Chat by Jen Hatmaker
It is an excuse.
Is it real? Yes.
Does it justify my hesitancy to trust others and, ultimately the Lord, with relationships?
I'd like to say yes, but...no.
I got thru the first week of Girl Talk: Getting Past the Chit Chat with much wailing and gnashing of teeth.
OK, not really. But it definitely wasn't pleasant.
Jen talked about unity and community in the body of Christ, and I realized something: I'm selfish.
Blech.
I was honestly just really annoyed with myself.
Though it was little comfort at the time I was reading it, the disciples were super selfish too.
In Matthew 18 they asked Jesus "Who is the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven?" Then in Mark 9, on their way to Capernaum, they argued with each other about which of them was the greatest (v. 34). I suppose I'm in good company, or at the very least not alone in this battle. I've never considered that my hesitancy in friendship may be rooted in selfishness, but get this:
Selfishness is our natural drift. The first woman to walk this planet had the same urge for self-preservation and self-advancement. If we don't look out for number one, others will take advantage of us. We'll get left behind. Stepped on. Passed over. Used up. Left too vulnerable. Hurt. But if we can be the greatest in our relationships, there is no risk.*
Is this really what it boils down to?
Is my insecurity and fear just pretense for selfishness?
The disciples wanted to know who was the greatest because at their core they wanted to be liked. Accepted. The favorite. The best. The greatest.
This same hangup hinders authentic friendship because so many times we're more concerned about being liked than being real.
Oh, but there's more....
Being the greatest has some traveling companions: jealousy, insecurity, bitterness, pride, bare-naked fear. These keep us posturing and pretending, and they lock us down in isolation.*
Ugh. Grief.
Get out of my head, Jen Hatmaker.
These are all real struggles for me.
This was my prayer this week, straight from my journal:
Lord, thank you for bridging the gap between Heaven and Earth. Give me a heart after you. Give me a heart for others. Help me get over my fear of being hurt, my fear of failure, my fear of not being wanted. Help me get over my insecurity. Help get over myself.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have some soul searching to do.
*Quoted from Girl Talk: Getting Past the Chit Chat by Jen Hatmaker
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Why Can't We Be Friends?
Confession: I'm really bad at friendship.
I just wrote a bunch of stuff that would've been a blog entry, but all it amounted to was a whiny pathetic rambling of word vomit. So I'm starting over.
I was in need of a new book to use for my quiet time, so I went to my cabinet where I keep such things and pulled out another little beauty by Jen Hatmaker. (I'm a super fan. Don't judge.) This one is called Girl Talk: Getting Past the Chitchat.
I found a bookmark about halfway thru it which tells me I didn't finish it on my first attempt however many years ago (too long for me to even remember)(that could really be anything more than a year.)
I sat down in my cozy red chair with my coffee and my journal and my pencil and opened to that first chapter. I didn't finish it.
Friendship scares me.
Friendship intimidates me.
Friendship makes me vulnerable.
I've been hurt by friends. Badly. Some people who at one time were my best friends in the whole world aren't my friends anymore. Sometimes there's reconciliation, but it's never quite the same.
So I put my guard up.
I make excuses.
But it needs to stop.
So I'll give Jen another chance. I'll sit down with Girl Talk again tomorrow and try to get through the first chapter without rolling my eyes or justifying my tendency to self-preserve.
I know I'm not the only one in the world who struggles with friendships, but I wonder, if this is a prevalent issue for women in ministry. I have a lot of thoughts. I need to process.
I'll get back to you on this.....
I just wrote a bunch of stuff that would've been a blog entry, but all it amounted to was a whiny pathetic rambling of word vomit. So I'm starting over.
I was in need of a new book to use for my quiet time, so I went to my cabinet where I keep such things and pulled out another little beauty by Jen Hatmaker. (I'm a super fan. Don't judge.) This one is called Girl Talk: Getting Past the Chitchat.
I found a bookmark about halfway thru it which tells me I didn't finish it on my first attempt however many years ago (too long for me to even remember)(that could really be anything more than a year.)
I sat down in my cozy red chair with my coffee and my journal and my pencil and opened to that first chapter. I didn't finish it.
Friendship scares me.
Friendship intimidates me.
Friendship makes me vulnerable.
I've been hurt by friends. Badly. Some people who at one time were my best friends in the whole world aren't my friends anymore. Sometimes there's reconciliation, but it's never quite the same.
So I put my guard up.
I make excuses.
But it needs to stop.
So I'll give Jen another chance. I'll sit down with Girl Talk again tomorrow and try to get through the first chapter without rolling my eyes or justifying my tendency to self-preserve.
I know I'm not the only one in the world who struggles with friendships, but I wonder, if this is a prevalent issue for women in ministry. I have a lot of thoughts. I need to process.
I'll get back to you on this.....
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