Devoted?

Ready to fly?

 
My best friend woke me up this morning. No, I’m not referring to my husband, he’s still sleeping, or a pet. I have found that in setting a devotion wake-up time goal i have never had to set an alarm. I just mysteriously wake-up 15 minutes earlier than my goal. That put me right out on the couch after my lovely morning bathroom trip and gathering my Bible at precisely 6:30a.

Good morning Jesus.

How close does He feel today?

You know, I have found in memorizing Scripture and trying to live it out that when Jesus feels close it is not a burden. It is a privilege. When Jesus feels like a best friend, I want to read His letters to me. I want to read His advice and guidance to my heart. And when He feels far away, I find other things to replace the time.

Oddly enough I don’t believe our faith should be a feeling. I believe we need to train our selves and whip ourselves into shape. We can never do all our training ourselves, we need to pray for the Holy Spirit’s changing in our hearts. But I believe many of the “seasons” in Christianity are really disguised Apathy emerging in our lives. O yes, I have been through dry seasons where it feels like my prayers are hitting the ceiling, but I have also found that while it is a challenge sometimes to think beyond ourselves (ahem, it’s a challenge all the time in my selfish heart), I must push myself.

No change will just happen on it’s own. I don’t believe this is because God cannot just make a change happen. Beyond salvation, in which I found myself all of a sudden “getting it”, all other change has happened gradually. As I have asked for more of Jesus and less of me, I have slowly gotten just that. But I must keep asking.

Some days I don’t ask so well. Some days I want more of myself. And it’s in those days that I must push myself.

A while back I happily accepted my apathy toward devotions. “Everyone struggles with them,” I told myself. “This has been something I have always struggled with: the consistency of a devotion time,” my own enabling continued. And where did that get me? Continuing to struggle to “find time” for a devotion.

Matt came home from a youth conference with a challenging phrase: “Devotions are a promise. Every day you feel like breaking your devotion time, just go ahead and tell your teenager they can break their purity promise that day. Afterall, you’re breaking your promise that day too.”

I didn’t like that. Purity really matters to me. I can’t imagine throwing it all in the can for one day of fleeting passion after waiting for 22 years to save sex for marriage. It forced me to think in real terms.

No, that didn’t instantly fix my struggles with devotion. Every day I have the battle, many times a day, flesh verses Spirit. But I must show up to the battle!

My routine started like this: grumbling at the early time, apologizing to God, reading the Word, writing some prayers in my journal, and repeating that process for a week of exhausted morning devotion. We all must start somewhere. Then i started going to bed a little earlier. The grumbling cut back and I started apologizing for sins other than my grumbling. =) And sooner than I thought a month or so had passed and it was just normal to wake up early – even on a Sunday, and start my day off in the Word. There were days it sucked – I was in a bad mood. I hadn’t slept well. Vacation came. I failed. But I just kept thinking about telling Rachael she didn’t have to guard her purity that day. Now people, I am aware that she is 2, but purity is a heart-training that begins with modesty, initially for the sake of “because Mom says privacy is important”, and expands into a lifestyle of waiting for what God has on the horizon for you. I just kept imagining telling Rachael in her teenage years to “go have fun” and “forget about it for today” afterall, “you’ll get another chance tomorrow.” See how different devotions look in another point of view?

I challenge you to lay it all on the line. You’ll mess up – I did. But I challenge you to force the priority and stop accepting your own excuses. You will be surprised what a heart for Jesus emerges from diving into the deep. You’ll be surprised at the clarity that emerges in refocusing on His Truth daily.

 Am I ready to fly today?
Or just drag my feet?

… in Christ Alone.

Sunday Morning Recap

At the Sunday lunch table.

Me: “So Rachael, what did you learn in Sunday School today?”

Rachael: “[Specific little girl] wasn’t sharing and I was listening.”

– rotten.-

Me: “What did you LEARN in Sunday School today?”

Daddy: “What was the lesson that you learned?”

Rachael: Quickly, “I don’t know” Shoved noodles into her mouth.

– Thank you, teenager.-

Daddy: “Yes you do too know. Think about what you learned.”

Rachael: ….. “about Josiah.”

Mommy: eyes the story paper sent home with Rachael.

Daddy: “What did he do?”

Rachael: Quickly, “I don’t know.” More noodles.

– we wait –

Rachael: “He cleaned up.”

Mommy: “then what happened?”

Rachael: “I don’t know.”

Daddy: “Did he find something?”

Rachael: “The BIBLE SCROLL!”

Mommy: “And then they read it to the people and the people knew what God wanted them to do.

Rachael: shoveling in more pasta.

Mommy: Turning to Abi, “Is that what you learned too?”

Rachael: “No. She didn’t learn anything. She just walked around, she wouldn’t do a paper and she ate animal crackers.”

– Sorry Abi, better luck next time. 😉

And thus you have it: the Sunday Morning Recap… from the mouth of our two year old.

(sigh) – love her.

The Gentle Healer

Sorry for the silence for a while. There has been much to think about and much to pray about lately. With some addition of alone time this past week and the addition of some quiet time this week rocking Abi’s teething, tired body, I thought I’d share some mid-thoughts.

A few weeks ago our Sunday School class spoke on hindrances that we personally have in sharing the Gospel with those we care deeply about. I was thankful for the honesty and the grace amongst the group as a few shared their hearts.

Sharing the Gospel can seem so formal sometimes and even unnatural in feeling at times. Some could venture to state that the Spirit is not leading if the situation feels awkward. But so much of the situation feeling awkward could be in your own mind as well. Sure there is the feeling of rejection that adds a bitter taste sometimes. But it is such a tricky piece of life because while we don’t intend to walk on eggshells in our world, we also want to be careful not to tromp around with spikes on our boots.

Maybe I can explain it better like this:

When Jesus is everything to you… When Jesus is the air you breath…
When Jesus consumes your thoughts, your heart, your intentions…
Are you then sharing the Gospel or just living?

See how can I keep from wanting to share Him? He’s my best friend. Of course I want you to meet Him. He changes everything. He makes the hurts livable. He makes the trials bearable. He makes hope from devastation. He is Life to the full!

Not everyone is ready to accept Him. Not everyone is ready to have faith like a child. And according the Word, not everyone will accept Him. But everyone will hear.

I’ve been listening to this song while rocking my littlest through her teething needs. “The Gentle Healer” by Selah. It’s a cover of the song done many years prior. But I include it here for a few reasons: I like about the song that it is written from the position of an outsider trying to rationalize and understand who Christ says He is and proves Himself to be. And yet at the end of the song the singer is not converted. Many Christian songs end in conversion, yet few continue in their state of lose ends. It’s important not to get discouraged as a believer… it’s all a process for each of us. And while we have the Answer to Life beating in our hearts, Christ is certainly not to be taken lightly. I enjoy how in this song it ends with “some folks who followed Him, they say that the Gentle Healer is the Truth, the Life, the Way.”

At some point it must be us making the decision if the Gentle Healer is our Truth, our Life and our Way. Only we can make that decision. And there are consequences on both sides of that choice.

Yet the journey to that choice is just that… a journey and our jobs as Christians are to come alongside of the walker and disciple them to the choice of Jesus. It is the walker’s choice, but our Master has made it more than clear that He is a Gentle Healer, gently healing our hearts to salvation should we chose to have faith in His ability to Heal us.

– just some thoughts rattling about in my head.

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