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Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Just for who He is.



The wilderness is a strange place. You sincerely love the idea of reaching the Promised Land one day, but you sorely miss the comforts of Egypt. And this seems to be a trait of human nature; we only miss the good old days when the present times aren’t so good. Ask the Israelites. Journeying through the wilderness from Egypt to the Promised Land, they were quick to murmur against Moses and wish they were back in Egypt, “where they sat by flesh pots, and when they did eat bread to the full” (Exodus 16:3). 

True, the wilderness isn’t exactly the first place that comes to mind when we think of fun places to be, but you see, when God leads us into the wilderness and we murmur and yearn for the comforts of Egypt, we are essentially telling him “you should be able to do better, God. I don’t appreciate this. Anywhere but here Lord, anywhere but here.” And that is the sin of ingratitude. 



Well, it goes without telling that it stems from a lack of contentment.
Contentment; if we had a dollar for every time we’ve heard that word. But did you know that one of the major reasons God leads us through the wilderness is to school us in contentment?

I think back to 2011 all through to only a few months ago, and it’s only upon chronological sobriety that I realize that God was teaching me to be content; content in Him. Yes, I too was in a strange place. I remember going through a myriad of emotions; from the depression of thinking I had let God down by failing in my exams, to wanting to be sincerely happy for those mates of mine who had successfully made it to the university, but feeling hurt by the fact that I was not going to be a part of the number. Yes, I too missed the “good old days” and I wondered why God would willingly lead me into such a strange place. But I look back and realize I had no reason to fret. If I had been calmer, I would have realized (earlier) that, even though my “empire” of education had crumpled into dust, I still had God, the one who created this vast universe from nothing. I may have found myself in a strange place, but here was a God who created light out of darkness.


The debate between the tree of life and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil has continued long and unabated from Eden. Very often, especially during our wilderness journeys, we replay that one scene of standing before that tree and yearning for the forbidden fruit, because we’ve been told “in the day that you eat of this fruit, your eyes will be opened, and you will be like god…” And we fall for it. It’s the reason we yearn for the comforts of the good times when we are being led by God Himself on a road to some place better than we can imagine. 




We fall for the enemy’s deception that there is more to life than the road we tread; there’s more to see; there’s more to experience; there’s more to enjoy. Apparently, our problem is that we aren’t satisfied with what God has got to give us; we want something else. Well, you can’t keep longing for Egypt and expect God to take you forward to the Promised Land.

At the end of our life journeys, each of us will look back and reflect on various lessons we learned along the way. The lessons of gratitude and sacrifice and faith and hope and love and trust; the lessons of valuing the people God brings our way. We will have realized the worth of living our lives in honor of our God. But we all will have learned the value of being content with whatever God gives us along the way. It’s the principle Jesus subtly teaches us in the Lord’s Prayer; “Our father who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name… give us this day our daily bread” (Matthew 6:9-13). We are only encouraged to ask for bread for the present day, and strength for the present time (Deuteronomy 33:25). Because you see, when you have learned to live on bread for today, and to manage strength for the present time, you would have learned to be content. And “godliness with contentment is great gain” (1 Timothy 6:6).


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Monday, November 18, 2013

No Thank You Very Much. [volume III]


No Thanks I say to the idea that sin is my problem.
No Thanks to the notion that being wrecked with guilt because of sin is an indication of salvation.

My heart breaks because of the sin problem, which leads me to want to help, but make no mistake I do not feel guilty because the sin problem has nothing to do with me.

I was born into sin AND salvation.

By the time I got here everything was already messed up, and reconciliation had already been put into place.

I've only ever know sin AND salvation.


Tis All.

Friday, November 15, 2013

Missy's Guide to Mild Contentment


I don't want to water down this amazingly poignant post with a long winded gush fest about how much I love and adore Missy and in no way shape or form am going to mention how blessed and honored I feel that God saw fit our paths to cross and NEVER will I include that all my organs fell out and I did indeed die when she agreed to share her heart across this pretty blog space.

No, none of that is necessary to say because, well, her words, her talent, her heart speaks for itself.

Oh Yes indeedy!




I am pretty much content.

There is a roof over my head that does not need repair.  There is a car that gets me from point A to point D, as needed.  The Devil Dogs are plentiful in my pantry. My family is clothed. Tar-jay is my Neiman's - true.  But, I've got one.

I want for very little.

I also lie sometimes.

My God knows this of me.

"I'm sorry, child. There really is no such thing as mild contentment. Not if you want to chase after my heart!"

These are the words that were whispered into my soul as I window shopped with a gaggle of girlfriends, recently.  We ooohed and ahhhed over fabulous Things.  Oh, for All The Things.  Things that would decorate us beautifully. Things that would make our lives easier. 

"Who told you that your life was to be made easier, child?", I heard Him whispering.

And then, as if He knew (and He always knows) that His still small voice wouldn't be enough, he sent another reminder.

As we passed by the cup at the feet of the man who truly did need the chatter stalled out.  The dance of discomfort set in as we each processed our folly in different ways.

For me, I realized that the Salad Shooter didn't seem near as powerful as the dollar five dollar bill that would buy The One Who Needed a sub sandwich and some water to quench His thirst. 

I hear you, God.

And with that, I was feeling only mildly enchanted by All The Pretty Things; but Fully Content.

Oh yes indeedy.

Sincerely Indeed,

Missy
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