tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23954440888173515292024-03-13T06:17:48.664-04:00The Secret Life of a Minister's Wife . . .YMinisterswifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01199938373104456135noreply@blogger.comBlogger114125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395444088817351529.post-24554604835204993932016-03-24T18:18:00.001-04:002016-05-10T10:39:29.092-04:00Easter<div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px; margin-bottom: 6px;">
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YMinisterswifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01199938373104456135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395444088817351529.post-67181717153761427892015-09-08T17:43:00.001-04:002015-09-08T18:27:12.408-04:00Daily Thought: Read the Verse of the Day, Liar Pants."<em>Therefore, having put away falsehood, let each one of you speak the truth with his neighbor, for we are members one of another. Be angry and do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger, and give no opportunity to the devil."</em> Ephesians 4:25-26<br />
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This short note to the Ephesians struck me today. I found it a little funny actually. You see, in my family, honesty is of highest import. Authenticity is praised and taught in our home. When honesty is a priority, you may find (like the verse seems to hint) anger often follows. Truth telling isn't always sweet or ego-building. Facts are facts. As soon as they are stretched or adjusted to save the face of the hearer, that fact is tainted material, and the more fluff you add to save your skin or the feelings of the hearer, the less likely the actual truth is heard. Truth-telling requires speaking openly, directly, and precisely. It requires a mutual understanding from both parties that the best intention is meant, even if the message is difficult to hear. <br />
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Today, I thank Paul for reminding me, as he did the Ephesians, that when in a familial relationship with others, honesty is important to maintain that relationship. That is a difficult practice, indeed. It again, puts us in the driver's seat of our own emotions and intentions. <br />
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Will I, out of fear of hurting others, stretch or manipulate the truth? Why risk a friendship with dangerous honesty? What happens when the absolute truth is discovered? Will I then lose respect?<br />
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Will I, out of fear of rejection, neglect to share my confessions? Will I hide in my frailty to appear strong? Will I attempt to carry a heavy burden alone out of pride?<br />
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Will I hear honesty and receive it with humilty instead of defensiveness? <br />
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How would you answer?<br />
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YMinisterswifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01199938373104456135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395444088817351529.post-12866637516220955882015-04-12T21:25:00.001-04:002015-04-12T21:47:05.874-04:00Ending on the Wrong Note.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VDBcrqQODJU/VSsa0NElDoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/rJwcdG-ooVY/s1600/chords.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VDBcrqQODJU/VSsa0NElDoI/AAAAAAAAAK8/rJwcdG-ooVY/s1600/chords.jpg" /></a>I come from musical people. My aunts were pianists. My dad was a drum major turned Church of Christ song leader turned preacher. I was forced to sing with my sisters in public even though I was quite shy. We sang together as a family. We sang all the time. My dad would break out in song in a crowded restaurant and probably still does. Let's just say, for an introvert, my dad's extroverted public singing made it easy to move away for college. (As the years have passed, I love getting to sing next to my sweet dad now.) I took classical voice lessons for nine years and played the flute for twelve. I began college as a music major but quickly determined that music theory steals some joy from the music itself, at least for me. And now I have a child who loves music. She is a cellist, a pianist, and quite a beautiful vocalist. I love that we have music in common. Though, she can read music far better than I ever could. She finds the term "Orch Dork" endearing (Orch= Orchestra).<br />
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One of the first things you learn in basic music theory is that songs usually end on the tonic note. I will take a stab at explaining this while my true musician friends bang their heads against the wall at my feeble attempt. The tonic is the first and last note in a scale. Songs written in a certain key signature will usually end on the tonic in the key they are written. There are other endings, of course, V chords and a IV7 nonsense chord, but I'm not getting into that because I'm a music theory drop out. Of course, these are not hard and fast rules. Music is an art form and people love to write artsy things and break rules. I am a rule girl, though. I love rules. Rules, I get. Modern art, I don't. Songs should end on the tonic. Always.<br />
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This weird issue I have with the tonic note (or I chord for my musically nerdy friends) has spread genetically to my daughter, and we struggle with this especially in worship. I feel that anyone who truly understands the rules of music must struggle somewhat in worship because it is difficult to separate the notes from the emotions and intent of worship, and you'll either be a slave to the notes on the page or let go completely and sob. It is a struggle for me to not judge the people around me when they are clearly not reading the music. I judge. I confess. Suffice it to say, I am more comfortable in worship when I do not see the notes. I find notes distracting, and I really need to focus on the words of praise not the loud soprano singing a self-composed tenor harmony behind me. Unfortunately, now my daughter struggles with this. I feel responsible for her curse.<br />
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At the end of any worship song that takes artistic license and ends on some random unresolved chord, my daughter and I always resolve the song by quietly singing the tonic. It's like a disease. We sincerely struggle to control ourselves. But seriously, do any of these contemporary christian artists care about the poor tonic note? Do they just not know this rule? It is so much happier to end on a good note. We crave that resolution so much that we sing it ourselves out of rebellion quietly in our church pew. Death to all unresolved song endings!!<br />
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There is a life story here in this tragical ending of a potentially lovely song. Life does not always end on the tonic. Life can be quite dissonant. In fact, it always is.<br />
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No matter how much we strive to end relationships on a nice note, sometimes they end poorly.<br />
No matter how hard we try to hide our own imperfections, they are still there.<br />
No matter how hard we make ourselves look perfect on the outside that dissonance of past failure, current heartbreak, and fear of the future still rears its head.<br />
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Dissonance will show up in our lives even as we smile and fake our way through to the end. The beautiful aspect of an unresolved chord, if I can muster the strength to find beauty in it, is that unresolved cadences in music are like questions floating out in the air waiting for you to resolve them.<br />
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I want to encourage you to attempt resolve the chords in your life that are crying out for a tonic note. Finding the tonic in your life means talking to an adversary. Apologize. Own your mistakes. Take responsibility. Forgive. Walk away from bad relationships. Talk to God. Take whatever steps you need to take to reach resolution in your life.<br />
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My daughter and I will probably continue to struggle with songs with sketchy and artful endings, but hopefully it will act as a reminder to keep us working toward the tonic as we seek resolution in our own lives.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">-All credit to my minute amount of musical understanding in this blog is given to my dearest friend, Brianna Carroll, who tried to justify and explain irrational song endings to me with such beautiful expertise and only a bit of ridicule and frustration. Congratulations on completing grad school, friend. The world is blessed because you live and sing within it.</span><br />
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<br />YMinisterswifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01199938373104456135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395444088817351529.post-39869622225007288362015-04-06T16:15:00.000-04:002015-04-06T18:59:31.464-04:00Traveling Light<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Five apartments,
nine houses, and five dorm rooms: the cumulative totals of earthly
dwellings between my husband and I. Dave and I have moved a bit in our lives.
We have ministry and military friends who have moved more. We have friends who
have shipped belongings over the oceans more than once. In these moves,
these transitions, we have learned many life lessons. We share these
similarities with our fellow movers and shakers and often laugh and cry over
the burn of learning them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">We've learned
that love lives and grows even across miles.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 18px;">We've</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"> learned to
sort, sell, toss, and separate emotion from the inanimate. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">We've learned the
art of wisely choosing new friends, while hanging on to those left
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We hate the necessity of garage sales.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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gratitude for Facebook, texting, and email.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Of all these life lessons one lesson my family has cherished is to travel light. We know that
lasting joy comes from moments and people, never things.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I remember the
moment during our first youth ministry when we discovered that a fifteen passenger van full of teenagers had rolled while pulling a trailer full of
luggage behind. I remember the heartache when we learned a teen had passed away
in that accident. All we could think of was the youth minister that had to
carry the pain and guilt of this nightmare for the rest of his life. What did
he say to the parents? How did he address his church? What would we do in the
same situation? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">That moment was
the moment the backpack rule was born, a rule created out of fear, a reactionary
new standard. The backpack rule means that on every youth trip each teen is
only allowed a backpack for the entire trip as their luggage. They each carry
their own pack. They pack light and tight. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Our first youth
ministry took to the backpack rule easily. I feel the primary reason for that
is the Northwest culture we enjoyed in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Portland</st1:city>,
<st1:state w:st="on">Oregon</st1:state></st1:place>. God bless the Northwestern
folk who know the joy of living simple and green! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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rule is hearing from students now, five, ten, and fifteen years later, who
still employ the backpack rule as adults and in their families. I
remember a sweet teen girl who carried a hairspray can the size of a nuclear
bomb. My husband joked with her that he could fit one of our sons in her purse.
She, now as a college student, packs in a backpack for short trips. <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Mission</st1:place></st1:city> accomplished. Lesson
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adheres to the backpack rule on vacations, and I can't tell you the simplicity
of getting in and out of a hotel room when every kid carries their own stuff,
and mom and dad are not burdened with or expected to lug five suitcases around.
Not to mention the rewards of training a child that they need very little in
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Fifteen years
later the backpack rule has grown into a spiritual discipline for our family.
In my husband's youth ministries, he still expects that students adhere to this
rule. Sadly, the most difficult audience to convince is often the parents. My
word of warning as I approach my 40th year on earth: there is a real danger in
falling into the trap of justified materialism. Unless you practice daily
reminders of what truly is important in life (and it isn't found in a new bag, boots,
or bottle), you forget that you need little to survive and you start to "require" more creature comforts. Justified materialism believes that God loves us and
blesses us with things, so it is OK to own a <st1:place w:st="on">LOT</st1:place>
of things. God does indeed bless us, but only so we can bless others not so we can
accumulate objects.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Friends, if there
is one thing scripture teaches strongly and clearly, it is warning after
warning of the love of money and the dangers of materialism. Jesus asked the
rich young man to walk away from his belongings and give them to the poor (Matthew
10:21-22). Could you? Would you walk away from your home for the sake of
someone else? How sad that we struggle with giving up a large suitcase for a
backpack for a weekend trip!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">We all brought
nothing into this world, and while the people of earth may measure us by our
things, God is wondering what we will do with it all. Will you use what you
have to serve you or others? Are your things owning you and disallowing you
from living simply and focused on the Maker of heaven and earth? Are we
teaching our kids to be reliant on the right outfit or are we clothing them in
acts of generosity, good stewardship, hospitality, and kindness? Are we
heading out to serve the poor carrying more in our suitcase than they will ever
own? <o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Perhaps those of us who have had to box up everything we own are truly blessed. We are gifted with a special message that's loud and clear. The important things in life don't get packed in a box.</span></div>
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YMinisterswifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01199938373104456135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395444088817351529.post-3975285543295429842014-12-23T11:24:00.003-05:002014-12-23T17:11:02.704-05:00Kardashians or Wenceslas? You choose.A little more than one thousand years ago a good man chose to walk through snow covered hills at night to give alms to the poor so they, the less fortunate, could celebrate the Feast of Stephen, a holiday meal served the day after Christmas. The man's page ran behind him struggling to keep up in the near blizzard conditions. It is said that the page was only able to keep up by following in the exact footsteps of the determinedly generous, Wenceslas. The bit of knowledge, or history, known about Wenceslas is that he may have been brought to Christ by his mother who secretly believed in Jesus while surrounded by pagans and taught Wenceslas when he was young. Due to the righteous acts of Wenceslas, his household, his servants, and eventually many in Czechoslovakia were brought to Christ.<br />
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In America, (and I will try to not sound completely snarky here) we celebrate men who can throw or catch a ball, and we celebrate and give magazine covers to young ladies who strip their clothes off while dancing with giant purple bears. We give our Sundays to football. We give our weekends to the box office. We give our attention to TMZ and whatever Brad and Angelina are doing for fun. We have a funny way of choosing what is important here in our culture. We celebrate and give attention to odd things. We celebrate the carnal and pay very little to the spiritual or eternal. </div>
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Generosity is a momentary act that you may forget tomorrow, but has lasting impact on the world around you to change it for the good. There is no way of knowing how many peasants, pages, noblemen, were influenced by one man's acts one thousand years ago, but we do know that his life was so relevant to those people that he lives on in song today. If given the choice, I'd rather be remembered for being and doing good, not being popular. </div>
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YMinisterswifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01199938373104456135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395444088817351529.post-48288067520301357212014-12-12T11:07:00.001-05:002014-12-12T12:43:29.175-05:00Advent: In a death match between Santa and the Easter Bunny...Santa wins every time. In our westernized culture, we have two major religious holidays. One celebrating the birth of Christ and one celebrating the resurrection. I love both! I love Christmas decorations and lights. I also love Cadbury eggs with their delicious gooey egg colored filling! Some Christians may debate which holiday is more significant. I'm sure Easter wins that debate when you consider our entire faith is built upon a Man resurrecting Himself from the dead. Without the resurrection, there really is no reason to celebrate, is there? However, I'll quote my husband here as I think he makes a good point. "You can't have a death without a birth."<br />
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For the American world at Christmas, baby Jesus remains a quaint story of a poor man's birth from a teenage girl and a man who considered abandoning his mysteriously pregnant fiance. Baby Jesus doesn't really rub anyone wrong. Baby Jesus is frail, meek, and mild, and if you ignore Him, He disappears into a mess of tinsel, ivy, and Bing Crosby. Santa wins the fight. Baby Jesus is simply an ornament on the tree.<br />
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The name Jesus at Christmas may not upset many in this American culture. The name Jesus at any other time of year makes the world a bit uncomfortable. I don't know if you're like me, but saying Jesus in the workplace is hard (third commandment aside). Throwing that name out there changes the air and dynamic immediately. Am I the only one who notices this? There is definitely something strange about speaking the name.<br />
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Adult Jesus demands a presence of mind.<br />
Adult Jesus calls the world to repentance.<br />
Adult Jesus reminds us of a higher standard of living.<br />
Adult Jesus causes uncomfortable questions about death, the afterlife, and hell.<br />
Adult Jesus brings on anger for those who don't want to submit.<br />
Adult Jesus brings on guilt for those who don't want to change.<br />
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Speaking the name Jesus in some environments can get you fired, will cause you to lose friendships, can make relationships uncomfortable, can make families stop talking, and can bring your own life under scrutiny. In the political environment around the world, speaking Jesus into a conversation is inappropriate, even offensive. Who am I to bring up a particular standard of living, of faith? Everyone is OK with whatever they believe. Wrong. I'm here to tell you that if you buy into Christianity, you buy into a standard of living and a God who blatantly states that no one comes to God the Father except through Jesus (John 14:6). <b>Jesus is the way, the truth, and the life.</b> If you don't believe that, you are not on the same page with the Savior you claim to profess.<br />
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Friends, if we claim to be Christians we cannot shy away from adult Jesus. I'm not calling you to stand on any corner and intentionally hurt your chances for the next promotion. I am calling us all to hear the conscience God gave us, to act on the Holy Spirit when He nudges us, and to boldly speak the name of Jesus into our world at work, in our family, and in our neighborhoods. We are the only chance the world has to hear about Him. No more excuses. No more avoiding discomfort. No more Christ denials, because that's what it really is when we refuse to bring Him into the conversation--denying Christ for the sake of our own comfort.<br />
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Yes, Jesus calls us to change.<br />
Yes, Jesus brings on our guilt.<br />
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Yes, Jesus saves us from our sin!<br />
Wear it.<br />
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Jesus came to save this world. He came so that your neighbor could have life, your boss could have life, and your family could have life.<br />
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<br />YMinisterswifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01199938373104456135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395444088817351529.post-1091053340925606302014-12-08T23:03:00.000-05:002014-12-09T06:24:28.671-05:00Advent: How He Came.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TrTBdwGK1fM/VIZzR5RAQ6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Iah0g39m78o/s1600/babyjesus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TrTBdwGK1fM/VIZzR5RAQ6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Iah0g39m78o/s1600/babyjesus.jpg" height="200" width="147" /></a>Through the labor cry of a teenage girl, this is how He came.<br />
Tiny babe, red fingers curled, this is how He came.<br />
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In stillness of a lonely night, this is how He came.<br />
Under only candlelight, this is how He came.<br />
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No throne, no royal story, this is how He came.<br />
No nursemaid, no cradle, no earthly glory, this is how He came.<br />
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God Creator, fragile boy, this is how He came.<br />
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Let the whole earth see how He came!<br />
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History changer, heart transformer, this is how He came.<br />
Dismissing wealth and political charmer, this is how He came.<br />
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Pharisees question His deity, this is how He came?<br />
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Wise men sought the Story, this IS how He came!<br />
Faithful men see Him in glory, this is how He came.<br />
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Knight without armor, His word a sword, this is how He came.<br />
Humble status but still The LORD, this is how He came.<br />
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Tiny Baby, Triumphant Savior, this is how He came.<br />
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<br />YMinisterswifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01199938373104456135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395444088817351529.post-26176559954116320822014-12-06T13:22:00.000-05:002014-12-06T16:52:44.176-05:00Advent: In our dirt.You can tell a good teacher when you see them get down on the floor with their students and joyously mesh playtime and learning time. One of my dearest friends is a kindergarten teacher and from the first time I met her, I knew Jennifer belonged in a class room. She has this amazing ability to talk to children in a way they understand. Her playful spirit, contagious laugh, and abounding energy have a way of capturing the attention of room full of germ laden noise makers. Where she is right at home in a class room, you'll find me in the corner...hiding. She gets on their level immediately and opens their little eyes to all sorts of adventure... even if it is math. She is simply amazing.<br />
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YMinisterswifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01199938373104456135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395444088817351529.post-56679563154123936102014-10-16T11:59:00.000-04:002014-10-16T11:59:01.424-04:00Spirituality: Heaven is now.You'll catch a glimpse of heaven now if you don't blink and look closely. There are a few sweet seconds of my life written on my heart that I call to memory during quiet moments when the house is empty and my morning coffee is warm in my hands.<br />
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I remember those first precious moments of our first baby's life. I remember looking across the room at her daddy holding her in his warm protective arms lying on the couch in our cramped hospital room. I remember the silence, the stillness, of that moment. The wait was over. She was here; all ten toes, all ten tiny fingers bundled in a blue and pink blanky. I knew then, this must be what the wait for heaven is. Through groaning and misery and wonder and fear, we wait. Then it sweetly arrives and joy overwhelms; a perfect moment of time; a goal reached, an end met. Anxiety is finally put to rest and fear will be no more.<br />
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I can close my eyes and hear my best friends singing. I can feel the presence of their voices surrounding me. In my last year of college at the close of a choir concert, we stood in a circle and sang <i>The Lord Bless You and Keep You</i>. Have you ever stood in the middle of an accomplished choir surrounded by their strong voices? I wish this blessing for every person. There is simply nothing like it and the energy of the music is palpable. I close my eyes and feel the power of their voices wash right through me. I still hear them in that perfect moment of unity and well-wishes. There was heaven in that moment, and it is hard to hold back emotions as I hear their sweet song in my memory. Standing among my closest friends, holding hands, and knowing that moment would never be recreated allowed us to sing in an uninhibited way...until the day comes when we can sing together again.<br />
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After a difficult year of ministry, my family took our first big family vacation to Disney World. My husband and I had railed against the marketing genius of Disney for years for the overpriced shmooziness that Disney is. Having three kids, especially one who is a princess fanatic, changes a parent. We caved. Humbly I confess, we loved every second, but the memory that enchants me the most is the walk into the Magic Kingdom. As we strolled down the street toward the castle in that crowd of humanity, I looked at my family; at my sweet kids. Their little faces were all lit up with joy and huge smiles looking ahead at that beautiful castle. My boys started to run toward it, and my daughter grabbed my hand while my husband tightly held my other hand. I knew in that split second how wonderful it will be to see my family walking, no running, into glory. The smiles on that coming day won't compare to the run toward Mickey. The run toward Jesus will be so much more.<br />
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I once knew a champion of Christ who lived a great adventure. On this continent and others, she was an evangelist, a loving minister's wife, a mother, a mentor, a prayerful grandmother, a friend, a bible teacher, and a sassy opinionated woman chasing after the Lord. She brought so many souls to Jesus because her life was a yellow brightly lit road sign pointing to the Christ. On the day I said goodbye to this sweet friend she was propped up on her couch looking at a photograph of her mother who was already celebrating with the Lord. I knew what she must be thinking, "See you soon, Mama.", while the rest of us standing around her were thinking "Absolutely not! How will we ever find someone else like you?" And, we won't. I am happy for my sweet friend. When she left this world, she left behind pain and weariness. Surrounded by her family and friends, her goodbye was a grand hello to her Savior; a picture of what I hope my goodbye looks like one day. Today she holds her mother's hand and sits at the feet of Jesus. I will see her again.<br />
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YMinisterswifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01199938373104456135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395444088817351529.post-383221884314393952014-10-09T16:10:00.001-04:002014-10-09T18:57:01.482-04:00Parenting: Have you lied to your kids today?The day I had to explain to my eleven year old daughter what sexual abuse was is permanently seared into my memory and hers. It was a cold spring day. The wind was whipping through our backyard and whistling through our windows. After our awkward conversation, she walked zombie style outside to our tennis ball covered trampoline. I watched her through the kitchen window trying to make sense of why she appeared blase' about a topic that was heart wrenching to share while staring into her big blue innocent eyes. She sat in the middle of the trampoline for a few minutes and stared into our neighbor's yard. I started to empty the dishwasher and silently began to question what I had shared with her. I prayed for her heart and mine. I prayed for, her friend, the victim. I hatefully wished death on the perpetrator.<br />
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We've always been open with our children about our faith struggles and our doubts. We've been open about the difficulties of working with churches and Christian people. Our biggest concern is lying to our children and wearing falsified smiles knowing full well the often heavy load of church work and past indiscretions of Christendom in general. We know that they will enter a world, sooner than we think, that forces doubt upon them, that forces atrocities upon them, that forces images of death and sex upon them. We want them to be ready.<br />
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I've questioned that day a thousand times. Should I have smiled and pretended everything was OK? Should I have left her in childhood delusions of happy families and good Christian people always doing good Christian things? Was my explanation appropriate for her age or did I say too much? Did I answer her questions with integrity or did I protect myself from embarrassment while trying to protect an ounce of her innocence? Did I permanently ruin her trust in people? in men? in Christians?<br />
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Since that day, we have healed, a little, together. We have prayed together. We have backtracked into anger together. We have questioned God together. We have gained an understanding that sin attacks all of us together. We have struggled through trust issues together. We have doubted the purpose of the church together. We have questioned forgiveness and practiced grace together. You see, I refuse to let her walk this journey of doubt, fear, and distrust alone.<br />
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Everyday when your kids hop on the bus or walk the halls at school they are bombarded with different world views. Teens walk hallways with pregnant classmates and friends who ritualistically cut their arms to rid themselves of the hurt that comes from neglect or abuse from a relative. Your kids have gay friends. They have atheist friends. They have friends who are thinking about suicide or who have attempted suicide. They have friends with the emotional depth of a puddle and friends who medicate for depression, ADD, and anxiety.<br />
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When we avoid having difficult conversations with our children, we deny them the right to process doubt and faith in a world that will surely force doubt upon them before they leave for college. When you avoid sharing with your child your own personal doubts, fears, and anxieties, you deny them the right to share with you their doubts, fears, and anxieties without feelings of brokenness. Imagine the loneliness of being the only one in the family with problems! I refuse to let my children believe they doubt and fear only because they are children...or, heaven forbid, only because they are weak.<br />
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Before I had children, I knew in my heart that my children would always eat their vegetables, never say a naughty word, never disregard family rules, and, finally, always accept my words in blind understanding that I, as parent, have much to offer their limited scope. I would never raise my voice or say irrational hurtful things, after all, I am parent. I am educated, sophisticated, and above all, I've watched all these other folks fail miserably. Learn by example, right?<br />
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Fail. Big fat hairy fail.<br />
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For a few years, I've beaten myself up by my failure to achieve the perfect home and family life. I've seen the facebook posts of "perfect" families with their tidy Sunday dress and their clean faced children hugging them tightly in perfectly lit photos. This is clearly not me nor my children. Where did I go wrong? But wait...<br />
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Those digital illusions are not meant to give a clear representation of what is family, and I have figured out, as I hope you have too, that digital life is not what is really going around us. It is not for me, and, I bet, it is not for you.<br />
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In my house, there are days when my children eat cake for breakfast.<br />
In my house, there are days when people yell, cry, and slam doors.<br />
In my house, there are hurt feelings, sour faces, and painful words spoken.<br />
In my house, children may dig through laundry to find a shirt. There are unflushed toilets, fingerprints on everything, dishes needing to be washed, and the occasional injury made by a sibling. This is my family. I apologize for the accusation, and maybe you truly don't relate. But today, I assume this, sometimes, is your family, too.<br />
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What they don't tell you is though the all-night diaper changes and bottle feedings exhaust you, parenting goes far beyond those first sweet moments. As you struggle to maintain your plans for your children, a journey is beginning of which you cannot prepare. <br />
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Parenting is the endeavor to rip your heart out of your body and watch it make mistakes, watch it get hurt, watch it walk away from you all the while longing to pull it back into your chest and save your heart from the world. Parenting is pride-filled joy in your heart's successes with new dresses and touch downs and a 97 percent in algebra after an all-night cramfest/ complete emotional breakdown. Parenting is when you pour your life into a person who will eventually find meaning and love and fulfillment from someone with another name. Parenting is raising a child to become someone different from all your plans, all your dreams, and all your prayers, and yet, even in major disappointments and majors successes you would never change the heart that was once pulled from your chest. You love. In loss and in gain, you love. In hurt and in joy, you love.<br />
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Parenting can send your soul soaring above the clouds in pride and can slam you to the floor in an eye-gushing pleading prayer.<br />
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This is what you may never read in any "What to expect" book.<br />
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Plan your woulds and would nots with joy and anticipation, but never beat yourself up for walking away from the woulds and would nots to walk this journey with the rest of us who truly have no idea what we are doing. You will not be the first to give up on homemade baby food. You will not be the last to praise God for Pampers. There are bigger hills to climb ahead.<br />
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And when you reach those hills and deep valleys, I hope you call your mom or dad. I hope you say, "wow, guys, parenting is tough. Thank you for all you've done for me." If by chance you don't have a mom or dad to call, call another parent who has already walked this road. Chances are they will listen and hug you and remind you that you are not the first to wake up one day realizing that you have no clue what you are doing.<br />
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In this occupation of parent, it is perfectly acceptable to admit failure, to change plans, and to recognize our complete incompetence. Raising a human being is a difficult endeavor. What they don't tell you is that the most difficult roads are often the most life-changing. For better or worse, you will not learn everything about your child, but you will learn a lot about yourself.<br />
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<br />YMinisterswifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01199938373104456135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395444088817351529.post-75851520274669232152014-09-05T09:43:00.003-04:002014-09-05T09:47:22.830-04:00OutcastI heard this on the radio yesterday and loved it. I'm sharing it now because...<br />
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As the mom of a teen, it is hard to see your kid be excluded or treated like an outcast. As a mom your heart breaks when your child's heart breaks. BUT- I would rather have an outcast who stands firm in Christ than a follower who seeks the approval of others over their Creator. Here's to the pure Christian kids wearing their latest bible camp t-shirt, the band geeks, orch dorks, colorful theater queens, and the math/science geniuses who may be tossed aside at school but are dearly loved by their God. Be you. God made you to be you in a world full of look-a-likes.<br />
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As a woman, I daily feel the pressure to be thinner, younger, more beautiful, more fashionable. Everywhere I look is the latest trend to buy, the latest diet craze, the latest hair/skin saver. Rarely do I see magazines focusing on the inner strong spirit of woman. We are sold out and exploited. When we don't look the part of pretty dumb girl, we are often over looked entirely. Smart girls are often labeled with bad words, by men and women alike, simply because they lead. We fall into the trap of judging each other because of not looking good enough. We freak out when men gawk at women because of their appearance, but guess what-- women also gawk at women judging their hair to their toenails. Be more than your outside, friends. Be real. Make sure your beauty comes from your heart for God. Stop working so hard on the outside. Work out the spirit.<br />
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As a ministers wife, I totally get this. I've said multiple times that I am not a good minister's wife, but for some reason this is who I am. I'm not the kind of girl to buy into being a people-pleaser. I have zero interest in playing a game, role or catering to power player manipulators. This alone makes being a minister's wife in America difficult. In my network of Ministers wives, I have friends who are judged if they don't dress nice enough one week- then judged because they dress too nicely the next. I have ministering friends who are judged because their car is too nice, and minister friends who are mocked for being eccentric if they drive a smart car. I have minister friends who have gay best friends and have been fired or black-balled for it. I have minister friends who get reprimanded for simply sharing the hard news of scripture. I've learned that the gospel is sometimes easier to share with non-Christians than it is with the church.<br />
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My guess is there are a few folks out there who may also relate to this song. Press on, my friends. God did not send us with a spirit of fear. God gives us a spirit of power (2 Timothy 1:7). He made you. He loves you zits, bad hair days, and all. Be you. Rejoice in being an outcast.<br />
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<br />YMinisterswifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01199938373104456135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395444088817351529.post-35956164371739959672014-07-10T23:41:00.003-04:002014-07-10T23:41:47.826-04:00To our adolescent angel...Tomorrow when you turn 13, remember you are only a day over twelve.<br />
Tomorrow when you turn 13, remember that being a teen doesn't require you to act like a grown up, nor require you to stop cuddling with your stuffed Stitch doll.<br />
Tomorrow when you turn 13, remember you are only a day over twelve.<br />
You'll feel older.<br />
People may expect more or less.<br />
Be you anyway.<br />
Be thirteen.<br />
Tomorrow when you turn 13, remember that the reflection in the mirror is never what determines your worth. Never.<br />
Tomorrow when you turn 13, remember that no friends,<br />
no cute boys,<br />
no judging eyes, <br />
no tv show,<br />
no youtube video,<br />
no Hollywood starlet nor reality tv hottie determine your worth.<br />
God does.<br />
You are a beautiful and perfect reflection of Him. He gave everything for you already- just as you are.<br />
Tomorrow when you turn 13, remember to be a child, only a day over twelve. God desires a child-like heart from us all. Bask in childhood. It is fleeting.<br />
Tomorrow when you turn 13, remember to listen to the people around you. People who've lived longer have many rich stories to tell. Appreciate wisdom. Learn.<br />
Tomorrow when you turn 13, remember you won't ever cease being our princess. You are a child of the only King.<br />
Tomorrow when you turn 13, remember you are loved,<br />
you are wanted,<br />
you are needed,<br />
but you are not the center of the universe. God is. Keep Him there.<br />
Tomorrow when you turn 13, remember you are our baby.<br />
When we look at you, we see a bundle of pink fluff and tiny gentle fingers.<br />
We see an obstinate toddler refusing to hold our hands.<br />
We see a pea hater.<br />
We see a music lover.<br />
We see a questioner of the status quo.<br />
We see a justice seeker.<br />
We see a faithful champion for Christ.<br />
We see you, our baby, our thirteen year old.<br />
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Happy Birthday, sweet girl.<br />
<br />YMinisterswifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01199938373104456135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395444088817351529.post-41974272589695440292013-12-12T15:47:00.000-05:002013-12-12T15:47:14.021-05:00If wishes were horses......then beggars would ride. An old English proverb. It means it is useless to wish unless one applies an action in order to actually accomplish anything. Here's to applying action to our wishes this year!<br />
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My children lovingly ask me everyday what I want for Christmas. So here is my list. I've only actually told them about wishes 1 and 3.<br />
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My Christmas wish list:<br />
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1. I wish for one day that all three of my children would love each other. No fighting. Let's make it bigger! I wish children everywhere would spend one day sharing and joyously living in righteous brotherly kindness all the loving day! One. day.<br />
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2. I wish for calorie-free Christmas cookies and the resurgence of reality in the marketing of women's apparel.<br />
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3. I wish for my children to know the true meaning and the reality of Christ's birth. That it was quite humble without glowing white robes and snow globe perfection. That he came as a bloody normal baby delivered in a very dirty place with no scalpel to cut the cord with a herd of confused animals all staring at a young frightened teenage girl. Somehow, God in flesh has been sanitized to make us comfortable. Somehow, we still want to make Jesus an earthly king with royal robes. Americans tend to sanitize the lowly Jesus who uses a rock for a pillow in order to make us comfortable with our own abundant riches and down comforters.<br />
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4. I wish for the Lord's church to stop name calling and squabbling. I wish half would stop condemning, and I wish the other half would stop condescending. I wish I didn't have labels for my Christian friends. I wish they did not have labels for me. I wish we would open our eyes and see that good people are watching our fights while thinking <i>Why the heck do I want to buy into that? There's more unity at a Metallica concert!</i> I wish we could recognize the power in grace and love and unity. I wish we would all just stop fighting for one day. One. Day.<br />
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5. I wish I could see all of my loved ones. I wish I could hug them all in one day. I wish distance was not an issue. Someday, I am counting on this one coming true.<br />
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6. I wish sin was no more. I wish pain was history. I wish death was a myth. Someday, this one will come true.<br />
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7. I wish we could all see each other as people. I wish for racism to truly be non-existent. I wish sexism was truly a thing of the past. I wish a man could hold open a door for a woman without being accosted, and I wish a woman could be CEO without being labeled a bad mom. I wish red and yellow and black and white neighbors could move in next door and no one would have a panic attack. I wish we all could take pride in our ethnicity or gender without someone getting upset about it.<br />
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8. I wish pug dogs were plentiful and that every one loved them as much as I do.<br />
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9. I wish that my eyes were consistently open to my own selfish mistakes. I wish I would never hurt another person again with my words or my own inadequacy.<br />
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10. I wish we all had built in radars to detect the hurting. I wish that everyone truly felt the warm and fuzzy Christmas spirit that comes after watching cheesy Christmas movies. I wish Christmas was truly a time of peace for everyone. I wish bad memories didn't abound, and I wish bad relationships didn't destroy holidays. I wish for true peace at a time that the world crams artificial peace/love/joy/happiness down our throats with tinsel and overpriced cards. I wish joy could be felt by those who lost a loved one. I wish peace could be felt by those in the middle of a war zone. I wish happiness could be felt by those who are alone.<br />
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<br />YMinisterswifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01199938373104456135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395444088817351529.post-26463737848856109322013-08-15T10:36:00.002-04:002013-08-15T11:39:00.193-04:00Dear Christian, As school starts...<br />
Remember to pray with your kids before you send them out the door each and every day.<br />
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Remember to pray for the teachers who care for your kids each and every day.<br />
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Remember to trust teachers. They spent thousands of dollars and thousands of hours to learn how to teach your children. Let them. They teach. You parent. Teachers are not the enemy.<br />
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Remember that you set the example of how to respect teachers and authority. So, respect teachers.<br />
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Don't yell at teachers, coaches, (youth ministers)...ever. Seriously, never.<br />
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Respect teachers' time. They have family. They have feelings...just like you. They also have a big job to do, and your kid is just a piece of that overwhelming puzzle.<br />
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Remember that a teacher who doesn't attend worship with you or a worship like you may still be a fabulous teacher and a great example. Atheists, muslims, hindus, and christians can all be amazing teachers.<br />
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Remember that you carry Christ with you to your school, to your parent/teacher conferences, and to concerts, and to games.<br />
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Remember that more people than just you are allowed to love your kids. Let them. Be thankful for them.<br />
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Remember that there is still good in the world that there are still great people in the world despite the media onslaught of negative sensationalism. Have more hope and trust in your maker.<br />
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Remember that others can share testimonies to help your children grow and become mature. Your kids need this.<br />
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Remember to let your children experience success by their own merit. Let them suffer defeat. Let life teach them how to handle life. <br />
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Finally, remember that you, parent, YOUR example is the most important example to your child. Despite the hours spent away at school or in practice, children learn the most from mom and dad. A child's moral and ethical compass come from mom and dad alone. Impress love and morality and righteousness on your children daily. That is YOUR job.<br />
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Have a great year!<br />
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YMinisterswifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01199938373104456135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395444088817351529.post-65910026986099314102013-06-16T08:39:00.001-04:002013-06-16T09:00:45.065-04:00Three Ways to Bless Your Husband<br />
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Dave and I will celebrate 16 years of marriage this summer.
We’ve lived in four states together and eight houses had three children and adopted two
pug dogs. We also celebrate 15 years in youth ministry this fall without killing
each other or any church congregants…yet. We are blessed with a great marriage.
We are best friends. We respect each other and are still crazy about each other. We have our share
of knock down drag out fights, but we consider ourselves so blessed to have
each other’s hand to hold.</div>
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observing many successful marriages and, unfortunately, many strained
marriages, I found three of the best ways to bless your husband. (Today, I am specifically talking to wives so no high-horse shenanigans. If you are not a
wife or you are a man- hater, best move on.)</div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">1. Respect him.</b> If I could name one
thing that sends shivers up my spine, it is when a wife
publicly insults her husband. Here are a few sentences that I have witnessed multiple
times over the last 16 years:</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I don’t have three kids. I have four! My
husband is just a big kid</i>.”</div>
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Or the other most common…</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">You know, men don’t ever think. My husband
doesn’t. My boys don’t</i>.”</div>
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If either
of these statements were made about women, it may rightly make national news
with feminists everywhere screaming about gender equality. Nevertheless,
‘loving’ wives jokingly say this daily about their husbands (and sons) ignoring gender
equality and moving right back into despicable sexism.</div>
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Often we
define our marriage for the outside world with what we say and how we act.
Proverbs 31 outlines how a noble wife behaves. Verse 23 says “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Her husband is respected at the city gate…” </i>My
question to you is, should others respect your husband based on your
description of him?</div>
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The second
comment is simply abusive. It is one thing to insult and disrespect your
husband and call him a child. It is quite another to raise your children to
believe they cannot think<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> because</i>
they are male. Hopefully, you would not tolerate it, if someone claimed you
were brainless. If my sons are ever in earshot of this sexist and abusive
phrase, I quickly rebuke the abuser. </div>
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Please respect your sons and husband
enough to protect them from this sexist treatment as well. Back in Proverbs,
wives are instructed to bring their husband good not harm. “<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">She brings him good, not harm, all the days
of her life</i>.” (Proverbs 31:12) If your words can be taken offensively, or
you wouldn’t desire someone to say them of you, then don’t say them.</div>
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Husband
bashing is despicable to me (wife bashing, also). Unfortunately, I have sat
among women who cannot say one nice thing about their husband. They sit
clinking wine glasses literally laughing at the man they promised to cherish. I
hope when you are around your best friends, your conversation is consistent
with your marriage vows. I hope that you uphold him in public. I hope you do
not slowly corrode your marriage for a few cheap laughs between friends. </div>
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Christ
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Your husband is your second.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Your kids are third. </div>
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Your friends are way on down
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">2. Support him. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></b>My husband is a smart guy. I don’t just
mean average smart. I mean, always wins Trivial Pursuit smart. I hate it
because he always wins. Hate it.</div>
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Nevertheless,
we have a very equal partner-based marriage. He respects my opinion, and we
consistently try to stay on the same page about everything in life: kids,
money, jobs, friends etc. However, when it comes to his job, the ministry, I
recognize that it is his job, not mine. Am I affected by his job? Absolutely.
Does that mean I do his job or answer questions about his
job? Nope. The same is true for my occupation. He does not do my job. I do not presume
to do his. </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;">A</span>long with
his occupation, comes supporting him in decision-making and leadership.
Regularly, I have Christians approach me wanting to discuss my husband’s
ministry. Most of the time this is innocent, sometimes it is sinister. I never
allow anyone to insult my husband to me. If they have a problem with him, I
quickly cut them off and suggest they contact him immediately. I do not fight
his battles. He does not fight mine. I am always on his side. Always. I do not
joke about his competence. I do not allow others to joke about it. I
double-dog-dare someone to try to pull me away from this man. It just won’t
happen. </div>
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<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">3. Pray for him. </b>There are days that
come that are not easy. There is a reason why we are told to pray for our
enemies. Sometimes it feels like we are married to the enemy.</div>
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Everyday I
pray for my husband’s success, for his fulfillment, for a growing faith. I pray
that he is blessed and content. I do not pray that God changes him. I pray that
God uses me to bless Dave. I want to be the wife that he needs.</div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Pray together</i>. It took a long time to
feel comfortable praying together. We never witnessed our parents praying
together, and we both have very personal faiths. We got over it. Desperate
times came in our marriage. Whether it was our best friend’s divorcing,
multiple miscarriages, or simply not having money to pay the bills, times came
where we both let go of our awkwardness and cried out to God together. If you
are blessed to be yoked to a believer, please try to hold your husband’s hand
and talk to the Lord. Invite God into the marriage. You won’t regret it.</div>
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May God richly bless you as you continue to love your
spouse. </div>
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May you be reminded of the promises you made to love and
honor.</div>
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Remember that your marriage is symbolic of the love of
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Protect your marriage above everything else. </div>
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Be faithful. </div>
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Seek counseling early on if the struggles are more than either of you can bear. </div>
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Above all, pray.</div>
YMinisterswifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01199938373104456135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395444088817351529.post-63980006164868226982013-06-13T11:06:00.000-04:002013-06-13T14:43:44.857-04:00The Dual Nature of You <br />
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I am a
sucker for a good personality inventory. I love the Meyers-Briggs Assessment and
regularly try to guess the personalities of people I meet. I usually get pretty
close. The stronger the personality, the easier to spot whether someone is an
Introvert/Extrovert or Perceiver/Judger etc. I recently went through a book for
the third time with my kids called <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/0316845132">Nurture by Nature</a>. This book uses the
Meyers-Briggs Assessment to pinpoint your child’s personality. Then chapter by
chapter it unloads hints and advice on how to parent each specific child.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>All three
of our kids are a pretty good blend of Dave and me. The fascinating observation
regarding my kids’ personalities is that they each have a dual nature about
them. The hardcore leadership of my firstborn backfires at times. She has a
great sense of right and wrong and expects everyone to fall in line. She gets
angry when she sees injustices and irritated when others sit on life’s
sidelines without sharing her passion to seek beneficial change. She questions
authority. She questions traditions. She seeks improvement in everything. She
is hard on herself and others, an amazing future leader tempted to isolate herself.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The compassion
of my middle child comes with a heightened sensitivity and loads of guilt. He
has all the mercy for everyone in the world except himself. My middle kiddo is
the most loving of the family. We all recognize this. He has more compassion in
his pinky toe than the lot of us. With this compassion comes great emotional turmoil
because life simply does not deliver peace, love, and joy to all the hurting. He
can hardly discuss our adopted child through <a href="http://www.compassion.com/">Compassion International</a> without
distress. He gets depressed when the rest of us forget to include her in
prayer, a future humanitarian discouraged by humanity.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>When I look
at my own personality I see a similar dual nature. I am an INFP (Introversion,
Intuition, Feeling, Perceiving). I am idealistic. I place a high priority of
sticking with my personal values, in my case, my faith. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My personality is unwavering loyal to my faith,
my family, and my friends. However, when those whom I love the most are
threatened, trust goes out the window. It is extremely hard to gain my trust
initially, and once that trust is lost, forgive me, Lord, but that trust is
gone. I am the best friend you will ever have or forever an acquaintance.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>No matter
how hard I fight my tendencies to re-learn trust. It is extremely difficult. I
work on it daily through prayer. I nurture the side of me that needs space,
quiet, and solitude to regain a sense of reality and to train my brain to seek
peace and forgiveness with others. </div>
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God made each of us with a purpose and plan in mind. I do not believe God’s
intention was for us to change our personalities. I believe His intention is
for us to use the best of our personalities to challenge others, to love the
unlovable, to cry with the hurting, to give without question. Whatever gift God
gave us, we should use it to the fullest.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The biggest
challenge for all of us is to avoid turning our personality into self-righteousness
and to recognize our tendencies to step outside of God’s will. I can recognize
when this is happening to me. When I can’t forgive or trust, I need to look up
to God’s expectation for me to forgive when others have hurt me. He does. I should.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I would
never tell my daughter that she should not challenge injustice in the world. I
would never tell her that she should not be angry at inconsistencies in others.
She should be angry at injustice and inconsistency. We all should. I am proud
of her, and I admire her for her tenacity. We desperately need people like my
daughter in our churches. We need people like her to hold us accountable and
to encourage us to be right with God and others. Someone has to take a stand
and challenge the rest of us, and it will be my kid if you don’t. </div>
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never make my son one iota less caring and loving toward others. He will make
the best husband someday and the best friend. I hope he uses his gift to love
those who the rest of us forget. I clearly see what is coming for his life. I
fully expect to send him to a third world country on a mission field far away.
I am proud of him, and I will wave goodbye to him with the knowledge that he
goes with God.</div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I challenge
myself and my kids to see God’s plan for our lives daily. I want them to be
thankful for their gifts, thankful for their individuality, and always seeking
God’s will and purpose for their lives. He made each of us with an purpose.
Not one on earth is an accident. Seek God’s will. Be thankful for who he made you to be.</div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I am sure that God,
who began a good work in you, will continue His work until it is finished on
the day Jesus returns.</i> Philippians 1:6</blockquote>
YMinisterswifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01199938373104456135noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395444088817351529.post-29725593143864323092012-05-14T10:23:00.000-04:002012-06-03T15:50:05.435-04:00Happy Soap.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My body wash promises me a 'Touch of Happiness'. My shampoo claims to invigorate my morning. My Coke Zero vows to keep me on the path of losing weight. Romantic movies would have me believe that my marriage should complete my life, that my husband will always buy me flowers and lay his coat over puddles for me to walk across safely. Special K cereal is sure to make me thin, and Revlon will make my lashes luxurious and long. Shea Butter is the next big solution for my wrinkles, and my Spanx will squish and squeeze me into a size 8...or so they say. American Idol and So You Think You Can Dance promise me fame, and who wouldn't want that!??! With all this help, I am the next big thing.<br />
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There's a little verse in Luke. It is tucked away between Christ's prophesies of the temple's destruction and His impending Crucifixion. This tiny little verse says so much, so sweetly, so succinctly.<br />
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<i style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">By standing firm you will gain life.</span> ~ </i>Luke 21:19</blockquote>
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I get caught up on the promises of life here. My eyes wander to shiny things and promises of wealth, beauty, fame, and happiness. I forget my commitment to stand for Him. I often just stand for me.<br />
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In Matthew Jesus asks a question that no product or promise of earth can answer.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">What good will it be for a man if he gains the whole world, yet forfeits his soul? Or what can a man give in exchange for his soul? </span></i> ~ </span>Matthew 16:26</blockquote>
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There is nothing wrong with my delightful orange body wash. I happen to like it. There IS something wrong with buying into the promises of earth for happiness and completeness. Nothing completes us like Christ, and if we spend all our energy on standing for what makes us happy then what is left for the one who offers us more than this life, more than shiny hair or soft skin? If all our time is wrapped up in the means of happiness in life. Often our focus is not on the end. Are the means worth the failure at the end?<br />
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What is worth your soul? Is your earthly pleasure and good times worth your soul?<br />
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Give up the fight for earthly winnings. Give up trying to fit in when maybe we shouldn't.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Stand firm and gain life.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i> </i></span>Say no to anything that pulls you away from your commitment to Him.<br />
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Do good.<br />
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Be different.<br />
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Focus on holiness and not your personal happiness.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Gain life and stand firm.</span> <br />
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Say yes to helping others, to worshiping more, to serving your community.<br />
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Be good.<br />
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Look different.<br />
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Let your happiness grow from your holiness.<br />
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Why can't Christ be our all? This is what standing firm means: making Christ our all; making Christ our full-time occupation. All other endeavors are temporary, and I promise it will only fulfill you partially. <br />
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Only one can promise you eternity. Only one can promise you life. Stand firm and rely on that promise.YMinisterswifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01199938373104456135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395444088817351529.post-66588437590794439202012-05-07T11:58:00.000-04:002012-06-03T15:50:18.968-04:00In Their Youth.On Saturday evening I stumbled upon this verse:<br />
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<i>May our sons in their youth be like plants full grown,</i><br />
<i>our daughters like corner pillars cut for the structure of a palace.</i> Psalm 144:12<br />
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This is what I noticed.<br />
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Our sons <i>in their youth </i>should be like full grown plants. <i><b>In their youth</b></i>, our sons should provide like a full grown plant provides food for a family. In their youth, our sons should already have a maturity and a focus to provide for their family.<br />
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Our daughters, likewise, should be strong enough to hold up the home <i><b>in their youth</b></i>. They should be pillars of strength, strong enough to hold true even when winds blow and the rains come. Some pillars maintain their stature after thousands of years, and this is what the writer of Psalms dreams for his daughters <i>in their youth</i>.<br />
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My goal as a parent is to raise my children to be responsible. As much as my selfishness aches for my children to constantly need me (and they do right now), my job as a parent is to raise them so they do not need me, so they can stand on their own in every way. I believe this is supposed to happen sooner rather than later.<br />
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My goal as a parent is to raise my children to know the LORD...now. I don't want to wait for them to acquire this knowledge on their own. I take ownership of their spiritual maturity because more than any other dream I have for my children whether it be a vast education, marital bliss, professional success, or the scientific discovery of cancer's cure, I want my children to know their creator, to bow in humble thanks at their Savior's feet.<br />
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I believe this can happen in my children's youth. I pray it can. The choice is theirs to hold the hand of Jesus or to hold the hand of the world, but as long as I have breath I will love, I will pray and I will lead them toward the Savior. I have witnessed the other option, and I plead with the Lord daily that my children avoid it.<br />
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When Christ is the goal, then the sewing of wild oats is never acceptable. It may happen, but should not be the common accepted norm among Christians. We should aim higher for our children. They are worth the effort. We will set our children on the path of success in many ways, right? We force them to get up for school. We sign them up for every athletic endeavor. We encourage them to love God and country in scouts. We aim for our kids to be good people, good athletes, good students, and good loyal patriots. Do we aim for them to be spiritually mature...<i><b>in their youth</b></i>.<br />
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The psalmist would suggest that <i><b>in their youth</b></i> children can do strong amazing things. I hope and pray that the path I set my children on leads them to become pillars and full grown plants <i>in their youth</i> rather than consumers and pleasure seekers expecting the world to provide all needs. I hope and pray that the path I set my children on leads them to seek God above all else because He IS the provider of all things.<br />
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<i>Father, protect my children. Please give me the words and wisdom to train my children in your ways. I cannot do this on my own. My failures discourage me. My inadequacies silence me. Give me the strength to reveal your love to my children. Please give my children the courage to love you in their youth. </i><br />
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<br />YMinisterswifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01199938373104456135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395444088817351529.post-68281972274357262062012-03-27T16:59:00.002-04:002014-09-08T13:10:05.716-04:00Back in the Servant's Quarters.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I spent the greater part of my college career performing in musical theater. The stage was no stranger. I enjoyed it. As I've aged, the stage has started to scare me. Now I'm terrified of performing. Since I try to be painfully honest in this blog, I'll tell you that I don't miss the applause, the kudos, the congratulations. Who wouldn't?!? (Or maybe it's just me that thanks The Academy and the Hollywood Foreign Press a.k.a my bedroom mirror.)<br />
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While studying the book of Luke with my Tuesday bible study buddies, I've been struck that Christ so often reminds us of our place in His kingdom. Our Christ, our Savior, gave all so that we could be saved and enjoy the treasures of heaven, but until that time our place is at the feet of our Savior and at the feet of others as mere servants. Earthly accolades are not our goal. Comfortable accommodations are not our right. Rather, our comforts are huge blessings to be hospitably shared. Talents are not meant for our gain. Talents are meant to further the kingdom. Attention is for the Christ and the Creator alone.<br />
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We joked in our study this morning that rarely does a minister preach a sermon on a little passage in Luke 16. I wonder why. Perhaps we don't like being reminded of our station. Check out this little tidbit from Christ:<br />
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<i>"Suppose one of you had a servant plowing or looking after the sheep. Would he say to the servant when he comes in from the field, 'Come along now and sit down to eat'? Would he not rather say, 'Prepare my supper, get yourself ready and wait on me while I eat and drink; after that you may eat and drink'? Would he thank the servant because he did as he was told to do?" </i><br />
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Here's the closing clincher. Check this out:<br />
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<i>"So you also, when you have done everything you were told to do, should say, 'We were unworthy servants; we have only done our duty.'"</i><br />
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There you go, preachers. Preach THAT sermon. Here's how it would go: "Church, DO YOUR JOB." Cue the alter call.<br />
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The question I ask myself here is: Do I expect kudos for simply doing my duty as a Christian?<br />
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Do we expect gratitude, attention, or accolades for sharing the gospel, for serving others, for teaching children's worship, for leading singing, for spiritual parenting, for living? Have we all absorbed this westernized entitlement attitude? Do we expect to have articles written up about our work or buildings named after us? Do we deserve our earthly blessings? I promise you, we definitely can never ever deserve our inheritance. Have we forgotten our mutual place in the servants quarters?<br />
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You see, while we are offered huge benefits from working in the kingdom, the truth is, earthly treasures and rampant unbridled applause from the earth are not our reward, and we shouldn't seek it. We are not entitled to earthly comforts and should not be out seeking attention for simply doing our job. We are to DO it. We are servants who serve because we owe the master BIG time, and we'll never be able to work off this debt.<br />
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When my serving days are done at the end of my earthly shift and I clock out to gain my reward, I hope to hear something from another parable, but probably from the same master...<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="woj"><i>‘Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness!’</i> Matthew 25:21</span></span></span><br />
<br />YMinisterswifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01199938373104456135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395444088817351529.post-3350193457958389302012-02-21T12:12:00.002-05:002012-06-03T15:29:26.471-04:00The Narrow Door<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"Unusual!" we call folks who make it in.<br />
"Abnormal! Unrelenting! They never fit in!<br />
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The average of us just go with the pack.<br />
The expected behavior is to stay on THIS track.<br />
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Odd for THAT person to be allowed in--<br />
When the rest of us commit just a tiny sin.<br />
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To lie-- To cheat-- To steal--<br />
Well, that's our common place meal!<br />
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Strange is the person who gives back.<br />
Curious! He offers the rest of US slack.<br />
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Look at that odd ball! How he serves everyone else!<br />
Why is he saying to avoid serving self?<br />
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That door is tiny! We'll never fit there!<br />
By the looks of it, we must go through bare!<br />
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Stripped of our titles, our purses, our rules?<br />
That door doesn't accept our treasured jewels!<br />
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We must look like the odd ball to fit through that gate.<br />
We must hurry and change before it's too late.<br />
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Throw off all that is us and mirror the king.<br />
Lay aside all our normal and change our routine.<br />
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Seek Justice, Love Mercy, Walk Humbly with care,<br />
and enter to see the odd ball through there.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"Make every effort to enter through the narrow door, because many, I tell you,</span></i></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>will try to enter and will not be able to." ~ </i>Luke 13:24</span></span></blockquote>
<br />YMinisterswifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01199938373104456135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395444088817351529.post-72856789584683591232011-12-17T20:31:00.003-05:002012-06-03T15:37:03.060-04:00Naked.<br />
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I realized the other day as my sons rebelliously chased
through the living room dripping bath water all over my hardwood floors how
thankful I am that they can enjoy this freedom, this innocence of being
completely nude. The same night my youngest opened the front door
stark naked after hearing the doorbell. Luckily, it was just one my my friends who simply laughed at the little exhibitionist. She has sons too.</div>
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Little boys know no shame.
They will strip down to nothing in seconds. Then they most likely run squealing through the
house out into the backyard without hesitation with a joyous free reckless
abandon. A mother is hard-pressed to stop them, much less, coral them without
at least a smirk. </div>
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When my daughter was three we left her in the house napping (we thought) while my husband and I painted the shutters in the front yard. Within two
minutes my dear sweet daughter stripped down to nothing and plastered her little body to the front picture window. There she was in her birthday suit with her little nose squished against the glass waving and grinning from ear to ear. No
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It causes me great pain to consider that my children will
experience shame in their life. They will make mistakes. They will experience
embarrassment. They will be will mocked. Thanks to their psychological genetic
pool, pangs of guilt may steal away their smiles. One day, they may hide. One day,
they may hesitate before looking in the mirror. One day their joy and innocence may be stolen. </div>
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One of the freedoms of Christ that I hope to build into
my children is an understanding of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>grace</i></span>. </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Grace</span> to run free without shame. </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Grace </span>to stare into the
mirror and see a forgiven and loved face smiling back.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Grace</span> to joyously run with
reckless abandon to our merciful Father.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Grace </span>to be naked with imperfections washed away abandoning the ugly past behind
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Grace </span>to be freed from the bonds of sin and shame.</div>
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I know my children will
grow out of silly streaking, I hope. For now, I treasure
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Thank you, Father, for freeing us from our bonds of slavery. Thank you for washing us clean and finding us perfect and beautiful. Thank you for your grace.</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>For by one sacrifice he has made perfect forever those who are being made holy. </i>Hebrews 10:14</span></span></div>YMinisterswifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01199938373104456135noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2395444088817351529.post-35833234549781357562011-10-20T11:02:00.000-04:002011-10-20T11:44:40.161-04:00The Empty Places.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There is no story so sad as one of a woman who lives her life trying to please a man who never returns her devotion. Last night as my friend led an excellent class on the life of Jacob. I was again struck my Leah, Jacob's first wife. Dear Leah, given to Jacob deceptively by her own father, Laban, when all along Jacob wanted her younger prettier sister Rachel. Poor Leah, unwanted from the moment Jacob found her lying next to him the morning after a candlelit wedding ceremony.<br />
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Did Jacob jump out of bed when he rolled over to find Leah there instead of his true love? Did he leave Leah crying into her pillow confused and alone? My heart breaks when I think of those first few moments when Leah realized she was the second runner up, the less attractive. Jacob worked for fourteen years to earn Rachel. He was forced to marry Leah. He never wanted Leah from day one.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>When the LORD saw that Leah was not loved, he enabled her to conceive, but Rachel remained childless. Leah became pregnant and gave birth to a son. She named him Reuben,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 6px;"><b> </b></span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>for she said, “It is because the LORD has seen my misery. Surely my husband will love me now.”</i> Genesis 29:31</span></blockquote>
<i>Surely my husband will love me now.</i> I have a few friends who have spoken these very words. Surely, after I've done this, I'll be loved. After I've lost weight, had another baby, made more money, changed my hair, then he'll love me. Then I'll be accepted. Then he won't want that other woman. Then I'll be good enough.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>She conceived again, and when she gave birth to a son she said, “Because the LORD heard that I am not loved, he gave me this one too.” So she named him Simeon.</i> Genesis 29:32</span></blockquote>
Leah, the unloved, how she walks around in despair living day to day depressed knowing her place! Her hopeless situation was seen by God. He hears her. He continues to bless her, but does she really see it? Does she get it? Is she still trying to earn Jacob's love? Or is she allowing the creator to provide love for her?<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Again she conceived, and when she gave birth to a son she said, “Now at last my husband will become attached to me, because I have borne him three sons.” So he was named Levi. </i>Genesis 29:33</span></blockquote>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It isn't sinking in yet, Leah. Three healthy boys into this ill-fitted relationship and Jacob is still not into you. God is giving you joy through children, but you don't get it. Dear Leah, you are trying to fill your life with love from everywhere but from where it really matters.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">God is good to me. I live a luxurious life in a country where I am free to come and go and worship as I please. I have a warm home. I have family who love me. Yet, there are holes in my life. There are days when I feel so lonely. There are bad days when something seems missing and the ache is more than I can bear. When those holes in my life gape empty I attempt to fill them myself. I fill them with food. Then I step on the scale and self-loathingly decide to run a few more miles. I stare in the mirror and berate the reflection and </span>I fix me with a new hairdo. I buy things. I become malcontented with my blessings and blame those holes, those empty places, on my lack of stuff. I work more hours deciding that if I only make more money then I'll be filled. I determine to fill those holes, and it never works. After my futile attempts, I'm still lonely. I'm still unsatisfied with my reflection. I'm exhausted.<br />
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Moreover, some dear ones fill their emptiness with loveless affairs, alcohol, or drugs. Some of us fill our emptiness with temporary passions that only cause more pain, more solitude. Some of us simply live in want of more thinking that life is always better for someone else.<br />
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Leah is trying to fill that empty space. There is a cavern in her heart and she desperately needs love, affirmation, and attention. Leah tries to fill it on her own. It isn't as if Leah doesn't deserve love. Look how hard she works! She painstaking pleads to earn the love she desires, and time and again her attempts fall short. Leah is left standing alone with another baby to hold watching Jacob devotedly and gently hold Rachel's hand.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>She conceived again, and when she gave birth to a son she said, “This time I will praise the LORD.” So she named him Judah.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 6px;"><b> </b></span></span>Then she stopped having children. </i>Genesis 29:34</span></blockquote>
This time she gets it. This time she gives credit to the life giver, the gaping emptiness filler. This time Leah praises the LORD. At Judah's birth Leah lets go of trying to fill a space that only her Father God can fill. And He does indeed fill that empty place in Leah's heart. Our sweet Leah never gets to see with her own weak eyes the true blessing of that last baby boy. Through the line of Judah, the child that brought Leah to praise, God blesses the earth with Jesus. Through Leah's praise and letting go, God gifted the world with the Savior, our permanent emptiness eraser.<br />
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It is enticing to attempt to fill our emptiness with anything but Christ. How often will we break our hearts as we try to patch up our empty places? Our temporary emptiness bandaids pale in comparison to the healer of all brokenness. I take comfort in that it took Leah years and several pregnancies to figure this out. The love of God and his provision is the only way to heal our loneliness, brokenness, and emptiness.<br />
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Father, fill the void within us with you and your ever-present healing love that never fades.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Then one of the elders said to me, “Do not weep! See, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has triumphed. </i>Revelation 5:5</span></span></blockquote>
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