Saturday, September 5, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Before you announce God's wishes for your life, you had better know your Bible inside and out. You had better know his rules, expectations, and commands before you go on to knowing his will! Because, guess what, God will only back you up if you are following his Word. He will always love you; he will not always bless you, and that is a huge difference.
Unfortunately, the opposite is just as dangerous: not seeking God's will makes you a dull and useless tool in God's shed. Knowing God better, having a close relationship with him, finding and following his plan should be the ultimate goal in your life as a Christian.
I am trying to find the balance in between. I try to be sensitive to the things that seem to be pulling on my heartstrings. Then, with my limited but expanding Bible knowledge I try to determine whether it could possibly be God doing all that pulling. And then I pray, and I pray, and I pray some more. Whatever comes out of that, action or inaction, I have yet to declare a decision I make to be "God's will". In hindsight, maybe. Looking back at the turns of my life I easily see God's plan at work. Looking forward, however, I can only muster a "I pray it's God's will". The announcement of "this is God's will" is still too tall an order for me. But how I envy the believers who not only know God's plan but follow it!
Monday, August 31, 2009
1 – 2 – 3, A – B – C, morning – noon – night… how hard can it be to keep 3 simple things in order?
God – Husband – Children, there is no other way, no exception, no room to wiggle. Get it wrong and your entire life will fall apart. You think that is exaggerated? Trust me! Try dancing the tango with somebody who counts 2 – 3 -1; try finding a number in a phone book that doesn’t follow A – B – C. It can’t be done, and if you try you will only get hurt and frustrated.
I get the God Above All rule. That is a truth I won’t mess with. But the husband – children order seems all too negotiable in my life. It seems that mothers worry more than wives do. I pray for my children more than I do for my husband. I define myself more through my children than through my husband. I take part in my children’s lives, but I barely stick a toe into my husband’s.
One should state the obvious at this point: without my husband I would not be the mother of my children. I’d have another set of children, maybe, but not the specific and unbelievable ones that I have now. God juggled three continents for the two of us to be together. He wanted us to have the boys that we have, and he is counting on the both of us to bring them up according to his plan.
But my husband is so much more than the father of my children. He was there long before they were. God willing, he will be there long after they have grown (now there is something worth praying for!). He is my other half. He is the one person I love and trust more than any other. He is a gift from God, one that has FRAGILE printed on one side and PRECIOUS CARGO on the other.
I am going to stop now. This is, after all, a blog that is accessible to the world, theoretically. One never knows how fast my reader base of 3 will spread.
One often hears that children are supposed to strengthen a marriage. But they cannot, nor should they. They rely on their parents to be strong for them, not the other way around. They rely on their parents to keep them safe and secure. The only way I know how to do that is if my husband and I ourselves stand on solid ground. And, you guessed it, the only way we have solid footing is if we rely on God first and on each other second.
No prayer to end this blog. This is sentimental enough as it is.
Sunday, August 30, 2009