Tuesday, September 29, 2015

9/29 Thought


You know those days when your brain wants to play Memory, and it's all hyperactive and rude, like:

"Ha! Remember that one time you did this?"

Or, "Hey! Remember that one time you said that one thing? To the wrong person at the wrong time and in the completely wrong context? And it was so embarrassing and emotionally scarring for you? And you were all sad and ineffective and stuff? *giggle* I DO! That was HILARIOUS."


And if you're like me, you're like, "yeah, Brain. Thanks. I thought I had that one locked down, but what can I say... y'got me."




It has taken me a long time to get this, but that stuff is directly from Hell. Let's just name it, okay? Old tormenting thoughts, bad memories, the stuff you've already taken to the cross - your past, mistakes, regrets - the creeping things that rear their ugly heads from around darkened corners, in unexpected moments, that make you forget your place {that you are loved!}, and that make you want to scrub raw-white what's already been made clean. 

{It is finished; Jesus wins.}

It's very open-shut; there's no place for this anymore.

I think Memory game-playing gives Satan an unnecessary foothold in our lives, and our minds are the choice, ripe game-board-battleground. I've heard it said that if Satan can't have us concerning salvation, he'll do anything he can to disrupt, maim, or render ineffective entirely our walk with Jesus. This makes sense. What better 'start' than to put his piece down in a believer's mind?

Stopping it from leaking out your mouth doesn't solve the root of the sickness.
We destroy arguments and every lofty opinion raised against the knowledge of God, and take every thought captive to obey Christ... 2 Corinthians 10:5 ESV
Claim His forgiveness, keep moving, and refuse to hit re-play, in His strength.


Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Encouragment for Moms w/ Young Kids


You should know I'm writing this in a flour-crusted T-shirt and pair of jeans that are stained - already. {It's only 12:30.} You just need to know this. I have about five minutes before lunch time erupts into anarchy and we hurry my five-year-old off to Kindergarten. Today feels hard and rushed, like everything is pushing back against me.

These days are exhausting. And seemingly never-ending. I usually finish my days at about 9 o'clock at night, after very full days, passed out on the couch w/ an empty pint of Ben & Jerry's by my side. That's how full, how sometimes stress-filled, and how over-loaded the calendar can be.

I caught myself {or maybe He caught me} a few months back telling my kids, "*fake expletive* - you're just so needy." Half-kidding... half-not.

That's when it hit me, the stillness of God and His grace against the wall of a wayward heart, with truths that aim to stop death in its tracks:

"Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’

Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’

The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’" - - Matthew 25:34-40

One of the greatest things we are charged with in the Kingdom of God, is to care for the poor and needy. Maybe young children, in their need, are simply overlooked on the world's tipped scale of what's 'valuable' or 'meaningful' or 'worthy' of our time... this season itself for them is 'neediness'.
Am I there to meet them, eagerly, with kindness and compassion on my lips, and joy in these hands?


{This may be one of the hardest laps in our race (Heb. 12:1), but it's formative in theirs.}

You need to know this.
Moms, you matter.
There is still a place for you here; you are valued {more than you know}.

As a friend said this week - "you need to keep going".
You need to keep going, stay-at-home mom w/ little kids.

As another friend said this week - "the work you're doing matters."
Moms, the work we're doing matters.

*Rest* knowing you are serving the humble God of the universe who Himself came to serve - often in obscurity.

"In a world of pretense and platforms..." (B. Moore) there is *rest* in serving others, sick and wounded, weak or poor as they are, and in doing so serving the God who sees (Gen. 16:13), the God who is for us (Rom. 8:31), and the God who exalts those who seek to make themselves low (Matt. 23:12).

Your reward is coming friend; don't give up.


Tuesday, September 1, 2015

"Beautiful" Part 1

I was reminded recently why 'arriving' in your 20's (and 30's, and beyond) is like a breath of fresh air. For most, adolescence is that stretch of highway headed west between Las Vegas and Los Angeles - a Mojave desert of fumbling and bumbling awkward, the part of the trip you just want to get through. Weird interactions, mistakes and various regrets, and the repeated strained reach outwards for significance and meaning and social acceptance... 'arrival', whenever that finally occurs, leaves a dust-covered rear-view mirror full of awed bewilderment as to what we've all just come through, with countless experiences and subsequent stories to be told, and a fair share of emotional scarring/growth for most (if not all). Some leave the desert relatively unscathed, and for others it stretches beyond their teen years.




I was reminded of this time, watching a young girl standing unsure of herself amongst the 'in' crowd at a recent youth event. The constant touching/adjusting of hair and clothing, the repeated re-orienting of her posture, stance, and gaze... it may as well have been me at age 13. This silent interaction said something loud, something universal - "I belong! I fit!" as if enough adjusting might finally create something acceptable. It's this place of acceptance that grounds our security, identity, and then ability to be freed of 'self'. All of this is from and for God.

Death to 'self', enables us to get to work {for Him}. Death to self-absorption opens our eyes to the needs of others. This is the beginning, the starting line, of a life of service given over to the King. I'm convinced there is nothing more raw or meaningful than living fully-surrendered to the One who loves and Who sees. It's self-less/God-centered, messy, authentic, grace-filled undeserved-royalty kind of living {wild, endless freedom}.

I felt for her. I'm 27, and this is year one for me leaving crippling insecurity in the rear-view mirror. He'll use everything, including desert seasons {Romans 8:28}, but I can't backtrack, because my anchor is no longer tied to me or old insecurities - it's tied to Him. My security, confidence, hope, identity... my very definition... is rooted in Jesus Christ - in who He is, and in what He has done. He is the simple solution, such a still, small whisper in the world, that I tripped over Him for nearly ten years, caught up in anything and everything surrounding Him, but not the love or the point of Him.

Ultimately, what you think about Him and the world will shape your worldview, and by extension - your identity. We must be vigilant and mindful as to whom/what is influencing, shaping, or possibly defining our worldview. If you are young or impressionable, please be particularly mindful. Some of the world's influence is so subtle and insidious, especially via media. In this time and place, where He has strategically placed you, remember: culture shapes media, and media influences thinking. Hopefully remembering this will help you to combat worldly lies/pressures when they come.

I believe it is an identity-crisis that leads us to believe we are either not beautiful altogether, or "beautiful" by false definitions/standards. What we believe shapes how we see, and reversely how/what we see shapes what we perceive to be "beautiful". The question becomes, what is my identity rooted in, and how does it shape what I perceive to be "beautiful"?


 If it is rooted in the world, and in what she claims is beautiful {magazines, models, Vogue, Instagram, Paris/L.A., media, pop-culture, filters, surgery, cosmetics, gyms, diets} or in what "I" {you, me, people} think is beautiful, this is relative thinking. Beauty standards change. What someone might call 'physical beauty' ranges from person to person, and offers no deeper insight into the heart or soul of an individual {more on that later, see part 2}. We serve a God who is far more concerned with the beauty of our hearts and state of our souls, than of passing trends or wrinkles or thigh gaps or whether or not 'they're real'. If He is who He says He is, then His word is the Truth of who we are and of what is truly beautiful {the objective standard}.

"So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them." - - Genesis 1:27 ESV

"Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised."
Proverbs 31:30 ESV

"But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not look on his appearance or on the height of his stature, because I have rejected him. For the Lord sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart.” - - 1 Samuel 16:7 ESV

"For while bodily training is of some value, godliness is of value in every way, as it holds promise for the present life and also for the life to come." - - 1 Timothy 4:8 ESV

"...what matters is not your outer appearance—the styling of your hair, the jewelry you wear, the cut of your clothes—but your inner disposition. Cultivate inner beauty, the gentle, gracious kind that God delights in. The holy women of old were beautiful before God that way, and were good, loyal wives to their husbands. Sarah, for instance, taking care of Abraham, would address him as “my dear husband.” You’ll be true daughters of Sarah if you do the same, unanxious and unintimidated..." - - 1 Peter 3:1-11 MSG

A daughter defined by her King is humble (not thinking less of herself, but thinking of herself less often {para, quote unknown}):

"Do nothing from rivalry or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others. {Opposite of 'selfie' culture} Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but made himself nothing, taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men." - - Philippians 2:3-11 ESV

"Likewise, you who are younger, be subject to the elders. Clothe yourselves, all of you, with humility toward one another, for “God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.” - - 1 Peter 5:5 ESV

"The reward for humility and fear of the Lord is riches and honor and life." - - Proverbs 22:4 ESV

I love this part of Colossians so much:

"So if you’re serious about living this new resurrection life with Christ, act like it. Pursue the things over which Christ presides. Don’t shuffle along, eyes to the ground, absorbed with the things right in front of you. Look up, and be alert to what is going on around Christ—that’s where the action is. See things from His perspective.

Your old life is dead. Your new life, which is your real life—even though invisible to spectators—is with Christ in God. He is your life. When Christ (your real life, remember) shows up again on this earth, you’ll show up, too—the real you, the glorious you. Meanwhile, be content with obscurity, like Christ.

And that means killing off everything connected with that way of death: sexual promiscuity, impurity, lust, doing whatever you feel like whenever you feel like it, and grabbing whatever attracts your fancy. That’s a life shaped by things and feelings instead of by God. It’s because of this kind of thing that God is about to explode in anger. It wasn’t long ago that you were doing all that stuff and not knowing any better. But you know better now, so make sure it’s all gone for good: bad temper, irritability, meanness, profanity, dirty talk.

Don’t lie to one another. You’re done with that old life. It’s like a filthy set of ill-fitting clothes you’ve stripped off and put in the fire. Now you’re dressed in a new wardrobe. Every item of your new way of life is custom-made by the Creator, with his label on it. All the old fashions are now obsolete. Words like Jewish and non-Jewish, religious and irreligious, insider and outsider, uncivilized and uncouth, slave and free, mean nothing. From now on everyone is defined by Christ, everyone is included in Christ.

So, chosen by God for this new life of love, dress in the wardrobe God picked out for you: compassion, kindness, humility, quiet strength, discipline. Be even-tempered, content with second place, quick to forgive an offense. Forgive as quickly and completely as the Master forgave you. And regardless of what else you put on, wear love. It’s your basic, all-purpose garment. Never be without it." - - Colossians 3:1-14 MSG

Until Jesus re-oriented my life, any hopes I had, purpose, security, and identity all rested on me and my own understanding of how the world worked - including beauty.

When I look at my old ideas and definitions of beauty compared to what God sees as beautiful from these passages, it's like holding up a faded Polaroid against the featured real-life image itself. Nothing compares, and there's no going back. Bold, vivid colors and transparency compared to faded outlines and misshapen imagery. All I had was false.

God is concerned with the heart, and that on its own is beautiful. The humble God of unchanging Truth, who needs nothing from us, grafts His light into us, patiently walks through fields and thorns with us, ascended a hill to pay a debt He did not owe for us, all the while drawing us to Himself, "you are beloved; you are mine." Where else could I go, Lord; where else would I be apart from You?