–I’m moving cross country and unpacking this week, so I’ve blown the dust off of one of my favorite posts about the busyness of Christmas and our True focus… praying it blesses your heart!
The very next day all things orange, red and brown fade wearily into the background of the world. And the ever popular Christmas dances on in to the lime-light making its sparkling, dazzling long awaited return.
Soft, glowing lights of every color seem to magically string from house to house reminding us of the upcoming event. Windows joyfully frame some variety of a beautifully decorated fir tree that soon becomes the center of unforgettable precious family memories.
We can barely help but lose ourselves in lists and shopping and baking and celebrating. Every. Single. Day. Until the most eagerly anticipated day of the year arrives: Christmas.
I fondly recall the complete and utter excitement of Christmas Eve as a child. The quiet restfulness of my bed overtaken by insomnia induced hopes for Christmas morning. Santa Claus. Overflowing stockings. Piles of gifts. All mysterious and unknown, but full with the promise of smiles and squeals and sweet splendor. And now as an adult I can hardly fight the urge to introduce my children each year to all of this marvelous wonder and delight.
But, in the midst of it all I remember what Christmas is really about for those of us who believe. And the picture of what I hope for at this time of year instantly transforms into something very different.
Indeed the worldly traditions of Christmas surround us, smothering us at every turn, yet we do not ever forget that HE is our true reason for this season.
His birth and the hope that it brought us.
His life and the living example He is for us.
His death and the covering for our sin.
His promises and our eternity with Him in heaven.
It causes me to reflect on this consuming, hungry expectation of traditional Christmas that the world woos us into and the energy we pour into the handful of days leading up to it. And I nearly burn up with conviction as I realize that we should reserve this awesome eager anticipation for only one single day ever. His Word defines all of our hopes not just for Christmas, but for life…
“But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ” Philippians 3:20
“For through the Spirit we eagerly await by faith the righteousness for which we hope.” Galatians 5:5
“Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption to sonship, the redemption of our bodies.” Romans 8:23
We have overwhelming Truth that gives us a real reason to exhibit such eager anticipation and it by far out weighs any impulsive passion we have for a mere annual and worldly holiday. That’s worth our excitement.
So, my hopes for Christmas are… that in the coming days I would not lose this most important godly perspective. And in however many days we have left on this earth that our passion would unleash wildly for Christ in a way that forcibly moves us to stand unyielding up onto our tippy-toes with arms anxiously outstretched to His heavens in joyful, never-seen-before eager anticipation as we await the coming of our Savior and our promised life with Him in eternity.
And… I pray it’s JUST like that for you too!
The Prize: $320 in PayPal Cash!
The Rules: No purchase necessary. Must be 18 to enter. Void where prohibited by law. This giveaway is in no way sponsored, endorsed, or associated by Facebook. By entering this giveaway, you agree to release Facebook, Woman to Woman Ministries and all participating blogs of all liability. Contest ends at 12:01am EST on Tuesday, December 11, 2012. Winner is randomly chosen by Rafflecopter and will be emailed on December 11, 2012, then funds will be transferred to winner’s PayPal account.
How to Enter: Complete all of the tasks in the Rafflecopter below…
My sweet dad sent me this picture last week in a text, saying it was the last rose in bloom in his backyard garden. It made me smile, because just a day before my sweet husband was pruning the roses out in front. It is one of favorite things to do. I don’t think it is a coincidence that his name, Garth, means “God’s gardener”.
What was this summer the most beautiful bounty of blooming roses now was an ugly cut down stump of what used to remain. Garth has proven to me in the 4 years of pruning roses that he knows what he is doing because every spring and summer they bloom more beautiful than the past year. The first year he pruned them he followed strict instructions from a pruning book we bought because he had no idea how to keep roses alive and thriving. When he basically pruned off all of the branches I was terrified there would be no flowers next season to enjoy.
The same fear has been present in my Christian walk. In my early years of being saved, I feared and disliked the pruning. And I notice that I had not yet learned how to listen to the Holy Spirit to learn what fruit God was trying to produce in me by the painful but necessary pruning. In fact, I didn’t even recognize it as helpful-I only recognized it as painful.
We all have areas in our lives and aspects of our character that need serious pruning. Mine may be different from yours, but without some Godly redirection, we would wither away and would not bear the fruits of being grafted into our Savior and having our will attached to His will, as a branch is attached to its vine.
I encourage you to have the pain in your life direct you to ask yourself, “What is bring pruned?” Pain means we are being loved by God enough that He is pruning us to bear fruit.
We live in a comfort driven society. So much so that wants and needs become blurred. Discerning between what we need and what we want is a great obstacle for the content heart. When we take our want and make it a need, we drive our discontentment.
Every time we flip the channel or thumb through a magazine, the message is the same. It’s all about pleasure and fun and great skin. Advertisements convince us that without these things we’ll never be happy. Then when the party is over, discontentment sets in like a dense fog on a rainy day.
It’s hard not to get caught up in this. Don’t you think?
“But godliness with contentment is great gain. For we brought nothing into the world, and we can take nothing out of it. But if we have food and clothing, we will be content with that,”
(1 Timothy 6:6-8).
Paul says if we have food and covering, we should be content. But are we really content with simple things such as food in the pantry, a roof over our heads, and clothes on our backs? Can you imagine the Cultural Revolution that would take place if we actually began to see everything beyond basic necessities as blessings instead of entitlements?
What are your basic necessities? How much of what you have do you feel entitled to have? How much of what you have, do you complain about?
These are all questions I ask myself. How do we as believers have a heart of thankfulness and contentment? The answer is found in Hebrews 13:5-6,
“Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have, because God has said, “Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.” So we say with confidence, “The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?”
According to the Scriptures, the secret to contentment is in knowing ~
God is our helper;
He will never desert us; and
He will never forsake us.
One thing to remember this Thanksgiving is that Christian contentment is a conviction that Christ’s power, purpose, and provision are sufficient for any and all circumstances. Contentment is saying out loud in your heart and soul: “I have Christ and that is enough,” (see 2 Cor. 12:9).
Praying you and your family have a wonderful Turkey Day!
The chill in the air reminds me of my weakness. The darkness reminds me how much I crave His light. The damp air fills my lungs and I breathe Him in. Gut heaving sobs howl from within over these children, neglected, abandoned, alone. The weight of what has transpired hasn’t hit them yet. But it’s hit me. Hard. And I am scared.
I am just like Joshua. Joshua was scared too. God had to remind him several times to be strong and courageous. God reminds me that like Joshua, I am designed to be put in situations where I am scared. Suddenly, the Shepherd speaks to my lamb-like heart, “You can be comfortable without me. But when you set your eyes on my Gospel and follow my commands, you will need me.”
That’s where I want to be.
In places that can’t be explained without the presence of the Holy Spirit. So I soak up courage that comes from following the will of God like a sponge. And courage he gave, in just the right amount, at just the right time.
My husband returns tomorrow so I call my friend. I need her help to care for the “least of these.” My sweet friend meets us at home. I unload my children, their children, her children and we ask for miracles. There is a total count of two mamas and nine of God’s children bunking in my house.
Bath water runs,
Washing machine runs,
And so do we.
We begin cleaning, bathing, brushing…whatever needs to be done. We sing to Jesus as we go and it calms. “Jesus loves me this I know,” rises through my ceiling into the heavenly realms. We don’t sing as good as the angels but I am sure they are singing in beautiful harmony with us.
So many hearts to tend.
Unsuspecting hearts that don’t realize they’re broken.
There are four children who need to know they aren’t alone in their hurt. Little ones to Him belong that need someone to listen. They need God to pour his strength into their meek.
I mentally erase my to-do-list and will myself to be available, to be present. Around midnight and four loads of laundry later I begin to wonder. Who is God on the night unspeakable truth comes to light? Who is God on a day when love isn’t enough?
I know who God is and I know where God is and it brings me comfort. The book of Revelation tells me that God is seated on the throne. All the angels and all elders and all the saints are gathered at His feet. And they can’t stop worshiping Him. Forever.
And so this week of life is crippling and hard and crazy. Because I love so many, and I want them to know Him, and I want Him to heal them. I wake up wondering when the hurt will end. Maybe not today, but someday I know it will. And in the meantime I just beg God to mold me into the kind of woman that will never stop worshiping the Lamb who is worthy. That amidst the rock and hard places I will cling to the hope that He’s already won and my only response would be adoration and praise.
I am kneeling at his feet, wetting them with my tears, pouring the perfume of my adoration over them. Because when my love isn’t enough His was, His is, and praise Jesus there’s still more to come!
*For my sweet, wonderful, godly friend Jennifer:)
One of His Favorites…
It’s 7:00 p.m. and I lay on quilted bedding with my girls. We speak about what God is doing in the lives of our friends who are both physically and spiritually poor. Excitement sprinkles over my words like candy on cupcakes as I describe God’s activity in our downtown ministry. My youngest perks up. She uses her fingers to make air quotes around the words, “You’re one of God’s favorites, mama!” We knee-slap a giggle but somehow it sticks. God knew I needed reminding, especially tonight.
Reminded I am…
One of HIS favorites;
Lavished with HIS love;
Soaked with HIS Spirit.
But isn’t this what He wants all of his children to feel all of the time? Each one cherished, each one knowing they are, “one of his favorites.” How would life change for us if we believed this? What if we treated each person that approached us as one of God’s favorites? How might our actions change?
I carry it with me.
The phone rings. An emergency I am not prepared to hear. There are children left alone, homeless, and no place to go. They are children of a family we minister to. I think of them as God’s favorite and I say, “Yes I’ll be there.”
I plead and cry and hope, God, in His sovereign kindness will graciously meet everyone’s needs tonight (especially since my husband is out of town).
We hop in the car and enter pitch black. God speaks as we go. He says ~ I know how you hurt for these children. I hurt for them more. In the world you will have trouble but take heart I have overcome the world (see John 16:33). Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, and faithful in prayer. Continue to care for the orphan and extend hospitality to the needy and I promise to take care of the rest (see Rom. 12:11-13).
We pull in next to sirens, police cars, and child protective services. My car busts at the seams as I load them up. I have no idea what’s going to happen. I don’t think I can do this, but my trust is in HIM so I keep going. I feel like Jehoshaphat on the battlefield when he cried out, “God I don’t know what’s going to happen, but my eyes are on you.”
And my eyes are… on Him.
I might not know what’s going to happen but I know what I’m going to do ~ take care of those God has placed in front of me. I will bathe them, clothe them, nurse them back to health. I will live day by day, one moment at a time because this moment is all I am promised.
As I look back over the night, I realize something. There is such purpose in the pain, even when lines are still blurry. Our extravagant Father didn’t just want to provide for these children, He wanted to provide for the parents to. He didn’t just want the children to come to know Him, He wanted the entire family to come to know Him too.
Because this family, they are one of His favorites.
Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth.
Worship the Lord with gladness;
come before him with joyful songs.
Know that the Lord is God.
It is he who made us, and we are his;
we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.
Enter his gates with thanksgiving
and his courts with praise;
give thanks to him and praise his name.
For the Lord is good and his love endures forever;
his faithfulness continues through all generations.