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I’m sure that you can guess where I’ve been…. Yep! I went to see that amazing grand baby. We had planned on staying for about a week but got snowed in and had to stay for a few extra days which was quite alright by me.
Every time Liberty says my name it seems to be followed by an exclamation point. “Bebe! Come Bebe! Sit Bebe! Play Bebe!” And, like a good servant to the royal princess, I immediately come, sit, or play. On the way home, I told Hank that I was created to be a grandmother and how much I enjoy every minute with her. .
Onto another thought…..
When we first left Gallup, I wasn’t sure how to pray. You see I had spent almost 16 years praying for a community, a church, a ministry, a message, and the men and women who attended our church. I had learned to intercede but had forgotten how to pray. Well, since Gallup, I’ve been praying one prayer and it goes like this:
Your word says that though our sins be as scarlet, you will wash us and we will become white as snow. Please forgive me and my family of our sins. Please create within us a clean heart and renew a right spirit within. And please restore the joy of our salvation.
In Jesus name, Amen.
This prayer led me to think quite a bit about the gift of salvation and caused me to realize that somehow along the way I had confused serving with being a servant. There is a difference!
Jesus did not endure the brutality of dying on a cross to make me a servant of God. God already has perfect servants in the angelic forces that rush to do his will without question or reserve. Jesus went to the cross to allow me the privilege of becoming a daughter of God who serves her father out of love.
When God asks me to do something he’s not asking his servant or slave to do his will. No, he’s asking his me, his daughter, to join him in the work that he’s doing because he wants to spend time with me.
This is a truth that I’ve never embraced as my own —- God enjoys spending time with his children and he often wants to do that by including me in what he’s doing.
Coming to understand this truth has restored to me the joy of my salvation. And I hope that it does the same for you.
And yet another thought…..
Those so called dark nights of a the soul only come to those who believe in God. And for some of us, they are indeed a gift from God because they force us to wrestle with the truth of who He is and always will be…. sovereign.
These dark nights of the soul remind us that he doesn’t do things as we do and that he views time differently than we do. When he works in silence, we fight to hold on to our faith in him, hoping that somehow, someway, he will indeed work all things together for our good.
Yet, we don’t stop believing.
Dealing with these injuries during the last few months has given me time to think about my relationship with my body.
There have been times that I’ve pursued physical fitness with more determination that I’ve pursued God. When it seemed as if I had lost all control of my life and future, I tried to gain control with diet and exercise. And even that control was lost due to injuries and a super slow thyroid.
Control is an illusion. Injuries happen.
I’ve had a love/hate relationship with my body for far to long and I think I’ve finally put that to rest by choosing to be thankful for what my body can do and where it can take me. I have arms that are gentle enough to hold a grandchild and strong enough to be raised in praise. My legs take me to the altar and carry my grand baby upstairs. I can go for a bike ride or lay on the beach in wonder of God’s creation.
This doesn’t mean that I will stop pursuing physical fitness, it just means that I’ll keep in perspective.
One last thought….
During this election year, we are going to disagree with family, co-workers, and members of our church. This is a great time for us to show who we are in Christ and remember that it’s the kindness of God that leads us to repentance. Paul instructs us,
“Make every effort to live in peace with everyone and to be holy; without holiness no one will see the Lord.” Hebrews 12:14
There’s no better testing ground for living in peace than an election year and I’m hoping that you and I pass this test.
No more thoughts for now, I’ll check in later.