Monthly Archives: March 2014

He’s Got This?

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If you can heal me and your will is to heal me, then why am I still dealing with these symptoms? I can’t make it through this day. I can’t do it. I’m gonna lose it. What in the world is Your plan here? Wait, less work? I don’t have any less bills, God. And I thought this was the year we were getting out of debt? My hubby’s still sick after a week of this junk. How do I trust for more if I don’t believe You heal for a common bug? What about Dad? I thought he was healed…he surely doesn’t look like it as he has to rest after 5 minutes of activity. A double ear infection God? What’s going on with this kid?? I thought he was done with all this garbage. He’s already got enough of a testimony if you ask me. God, I need you to jack-slap me whenever you catch me being negative. Where’s my faith? What am I doing wrong? Who cares? I’m tired of trying so hard, God.

Every one of these statements have left my mouth this past week. As I type them out and get to see them first-hand, I see how much worry and anxiety each are riddled with. I think the point here is, I’m trying very hard. Do I need to try so hard? Or can I simply let God do what God does best? Which happens to be taking care of His kids. No. I simply cannot. As it turns out, that takes some work too ironically. As a human being, or as me, I have to be doing something to “help.” God has been walking me through this, but it’s not easy to kick back and let Him. (I picture us biting our nails and hangnails as God tries to grab our hand while we walk along His glorious beach.) Breathe in, breathe out and trust. I’m gonna try to open my Bible more and replace the worry with Word. Do a dance today as God just sent you a reminder that He’s got this!

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The Last Laugh

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Jesus got the last laugh. Have you ever had the opportunity to pat yourself on the back when everyone else thought one thing and you thought another, then it turned out you were right? That is one AWESOME feeling. As I was reading about how Jesus healed a ruler’s daughter (Matthew 9:18-26) I thought how amazing that would be to be Jesus at that moment! He walks into the ruler’s house, saw everyone playing the funeral music, and told ‘em to pack it up. NIV says, “Go away. The girl is not dead but asleep.” And they laughed at him, thinking he was the crazy one. But not only did he know Whose authority He was walking with, but he knew truth. They were ushered outside, like a “herd of turtles” as some might say, so that this young girl could have a Jesus encounter. He held her hand and she got up. Period! A new beginning for her. Her ending was changed from that point on. I always wondered what she went on to accomplish for the kingdom of God. Go do something for someone else today because of what He has done for you. You walk in the authority of your Father, the Creator of the Universe. There’s no ending for you. Only a new beginning as a new creation, and as the ones who get the last laugh.

New “Self-Talk”

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You didn’t win again. You are not victorious. It’s bigger than you. All you have to do is look around at what others can do and realize you certainly can’t do that. You create confusion, which admittedly you are pretty good at. That’s the only compliment you’re going to get. You can’t do it. It’s too much for you. Here I stand, staring you down. Remember the look in these eyes because it’s the determination of the Most High God Himself. He lives in me and makes me invincible like the very best kind of superhero. Every victory on His side is a failure on yours. I am forever in His debt and you are forever under His thumb. I am no longer scared of what you do and I won’t be discouraged. I am stronger. I’m stronger than you. Stronger than yesterday and I’ll be even stronger tomorrow than I am today. So look out devil. It’s on. You lose. We win. A toddler can understand that. You lose. We win. I laugh at your attempts to show your “power.” I will no longer cry because I feel overwhelmed. I will laugh as you struggle to come up with some new plan. One that will inevitably fail. You will always fail. But don’t give up trying. It only shows just how much bigger and stronger my Father is in each of your failed attempts. I will shout “Victory!” and “Hallelujah!” and “Praise God Almighty!” for all He has done through me and to you. Take your place and get comfy there under my sole, enemy of my soul, because that’s where you’ll stay from here on out.

Worth the Reward

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So, 16 seconds ago I was standing at the door of my kids’ room, praying that my youngest would stop wallerin’ his bed and fussin’ so that he didn’t wake up his sister. His sister, in an effort to not mince words (I’ve never been accused of this.) brought me to tears. I’m not sure where the attitude came from, but if I’d had time, I would’ve looked up boarding schools. I literally thought I might crumple to the floor, like the ever-growing pile of dirty laundry, under the weight of raising these children. I made a silent prayer that if they both went to sleep I would write. This is my outlet many times. It’s God, then the keyboard. Maybe they are one and the same for me. Either way, written/typed word has been a friend of mine for years as a means of therapy. It’s also cheaper. (Do you know what they make to tell you to “look inside yourself for the answers”??)

What do we do when the thought of cleaning up the kitchen or picking up toys or cleaning another sticky spill or listening to “Mommy, mommy, mommy!” or “Daddy, daddy, daddy!” brings on an instant headache?

I for one, think about quitting. Yep, that’s what I do. Not read the Word, not get on my knees and pray to the Almighty for strength, not call a “spiritual mother” (I’m still not sure what that last one is, enlighten me if you know please.) I think about what it would look like to quit. Let’s be real here: Shouting the words, “I QUIT!” and taking very large strides out a wide open door sounds preeeeeeeeetty good some days.

Then what? (For those of you parents still visualizing this scenario, back on track. I’m tryin’ to make a point here.) What would we do? We’d get some air, breathe a whole lot, then we’d realize we’d miss out on tons of really amazing blessings. The fight is worth the reward. It’s worth standing your ground (“NO more Gubble Puppies, er Bubble Guppies, tonight!” and prepping for the walls to shake due to screaming fits comes to mind.) to raise good Christian kids who become good Christian adults.

It works on the spiritual side of things too, for those of you who haven’t decided this already. Don’t you get sick of seein’ Bible-believin’ children of God getting sick? Don’t you just wanna quit sometimes? Knowing full well that’s not the plan God has? Why are we sick? Didn’t Jesus die on a cross for us to live the abundant life? The abundant life in my mind means not only 1.) No more cancer, but also 2.) No more colds and flu. In an effort to continue being honest and using unminced (deminced?) words, isn’t it discouraging? Don’t you just get so tired of being so tired? Why can’t we just figure this thing out?

Maybe that’s where trusting God comes in. We decide it’s not our “thing” to figure out. It’s just not for us. We accept what we’re supposed to and rebuke what we’re not and if it doesn’t go away right then and there, well? We accept that it’s part of His plan. Is it that simple? God is not the author of confusion. When’s the last time we grabbed our Bibles and claimed, out loud, what it said in there for all to hear, including the devil himself. When’s the last time we stopped, turned off all our screens, and listened for what God wants to whisper in our ear? When did we last breathe in, being still, and remind ourselves that He is God, our God?
Let’s start small: Take 3 ½ mins right now. Close your eyes and let God know that you know Who’s in control.
Then you can go work on your pile of laundry.