As for me, I will be vindicated and will see your face; when I awake, I will be satisfied with seeing your likeness.
Think it through
I struggle with wanting.
I want to eat. I want to sleep. I want to buy stuff. I want to talk about myself and tell you my opinions. (And so here I am blogging.) Sometimes I just want… I don’t even know what it is. It’s an ache, a hole.
We all want. In fact, I think that unspecified craving is the root of most our sins. Our way, not God’s, gives us the quick fix—a brief, unrewarding satisfaction.
Today I want to share with you these words that I wrote a couple of months ago with a really heavy heart. I wasn’t sure I was going to post it… it’s a little longer than my normal post, a story within a story, but I think the end is worth it. Already Jesus is healing my soul, and I feel better than I did when I wrote this. But I’m still asking for the song…
One of my dreams died today. Not with a big bang, but with the small “Pfhut” of a candle being blown out by a soft breath. My spirit is cluttered with disappointment and heartache.
But before I get into that, let me tell you a cute little story. (I always try to be positive.)
I like to entertain Oliver while I do boring things, like wipe the kitchen counters or run errands with him, by singing. Now that he’s reached the wise old age of 6, he’s becoming less than enthused about this. Recently I decided to impress him by singing one of his favorite songs with a lot of gusto, really belting it out and hamming it up as he ate his lunch and I folded laundry on our kitchen table.
My “big present” last Christmas, the gift my husband and kids chipped in to get me, was a Natural Daylight Alarm Clock. (If you’re not familiar with these, they are cool.*)
This clock is really helping me get up in the morning, something I’m not so good at doing! The box said that it works with your body’s natural rhythms, and I think it truly does. The light slowly gets brighter and brighter until my alarm “goes off” with the sounds of chirping birds. I didn’t think the birds would be enough to wake me (I’m the kind of person who incorporates the song playing on a radio alarm into my dreams), but the light has me all primed to wake up and my eyes open at the first little chirp.
When I wake up to the warm light and the sound of birds chirping, I feel like Cinderella.
“Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed—or indeed only one.”
So, we cleared up in Part One that Martha absolutely should have put down her cleaning supplies and sat at the feet of Jesus with Mary. Mary chose the best thing, and we want to, as well—so we intentionally choose to enjoy quiet time with God every day.
But we know that even if Martha had been able to forget her chores and choose to be with Him, the chores would still be waiting. I have to wonder what would’ve happened if Martha had been able to do some of her chores and lean on the Lord at the same time.
“Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”
I identify way too much with Martha of Martha-and-Mary fame. If you don’t know their story, then you can read about these lovely ladies in Luke 10. It’s a true story about two ladies, their chores, and their Lord.
Mary decided to stop doing her chores in order to sit at Jesus’ feet. She made herself be still, just soaking up Jesus’ presence and learning what He was trying to teach her. I truly admire Mary. She chose the best thing. Martha didn’t.
Like me, Martha was distracted by the need to do the chores. I’m sure she felt even more driven after Mary opted out—no wonder she was worried and upset!
As a prisoner for the Lord, then, I urge you to live a life worthy of the calling you have received. Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace.
Our church is moving into a Small Group model (also known as Life Groups, Home Groups, Fellowship Groups, or Community Groups). In these groups, we’ll support one another. We’ll challenge one another to grow—iron sharpens iron. I know these things, and I miss being a part of a group at church… but I’m hesitant to jump on in.
I will extol the LORD at all times; his praise will always be on my lips.
For the last couple of years, my little family has been making fun of all the hash-tagging.
This began when these symbol-led phrases started popping up on the bottom of our TV screen. I think I noticed it first on shows like Survivor and The Amazing Race. (Yes, we still love those two!) #TribalCouncil #Blindside #UTurn
It was just too easy to roll our eyes at those. Soon we were joking in hashtags.
Let your steadfast love comfort me according to your promise to your servant.
Think it through
I have a hard time staying warm. When I was a child, my dad jokingly referred to me as “snake lady.” (Perhaps this is part of why snakes and I are not friends.) Throw in a thyroid issue that manifested after our third baby was born, and now my hands and feet get so cold they start to turn colors. Even in the summer I shake with chills in air-conditioned areas. Trying to sleep is the worst, because my body shakes so much that I keep myself awake!
For years I’ve sought nighttime comfort in different ways.
When Jesus saw his mother there, and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to her, “Woman, here is your son,” and to the disciple, “Here is your mother.” From that time on, this disciple took her into his home.
Think it through
I can’t read through the Gospel of John, thinking about perspectives, without pondering Jesus’ perspective from the cross.
He looked down. He saw his mother, his disciples, his friends, and his loved ones. He cared for them. He saw his killers, and he asked God for their forgiveness.
He looked to either side. He saw two criminals. He encouraged the one who would let him: “Today you will be with me in paradise.”
He looked up. He talked to His Father, who I believe heard and loved his son despite the separation brought on by burden of sin he bore. Then he surrendered his spirit into the Father’s hands.
And through it all, he had the perspective of heaven. Even though he was experiencing things beyond my imagining, he knew the people perpetrating it had no power over him (verse 11). He knew that everything had now been finished so that the scriptures would be fulfilled (verse 28).