beautifiers

I really like pretty things.

Like, a lot.

I mean, just check out my Pinterest; I have a board dedicated to just that. http://pinterest.com/srovik/oh-well-thats-pretty/

I often wonder what it is about Pinterest that hooks people - especially us ladies. Why do we spend literally hours pinning and re-pinning pictures like this:

 

And this:

 

 

 

And this:

 

 



What is it about these images that affects us and makes us log on and re-pin again and again?

 

I think it's that they speak to a part of who we are, and who we long to be. We were made to want things like this.

 

Now - I want to pause and clarify.  I don't think we were made to spend countless hours on the internet scrolling through images until our contacts are practically glued to our eyeballs. (guilty.)

 

But I DO think that we were created with something instilled in us - a longing that has yet to be fulfilled - and that longing is for beauty.

 

Male or female, young or old, rich or poor - we ALL want to experience beauty. And we do, in ways both big and small. Think about the last sunset you saw, or the last time you witnessed the marriage of two dear friends. Didn't something inside you sigh? Didn't you long for more?

 

I think Pinterest, especially for women, is an outlet - a small way to experience beauty, whether that be the pictures of sunsets, or dresses, or table designs for wedding receptions. Things that are beautiful touch us. We want to experience them and be associated with them. But I think women especially were created with the desire not just to see and experience beauty, but also to make things beautiful. Whether that be our homes or our relationships or the food we eat - seriously - the other day someone complimented me on the way I scooped my ice cream, and it made me feel like a million bucks! Why? Because as women, we long to bring beauty and joy and light and hope and peace to everything we touch. And this is because we were MADE to long for this and MADE to do this. We were created with this desire tucked into our hearts. It's a part of our chemical makeup. It's a part of our design.

 

A GREAT book that informed most of this post is Captivating, by John and Stasi Eldredge. SUCH a good read that delves into this way better than I can. I highly recommend that you read it, like, as soon as possible. I hope to read it again soon.

 

Now, you might be thinking, You know what? I hear what you're saying, but I am capable of so much more that just keeping a home or scooping ice cream into perfect little circles. I have skills and talents that I wish other people would see and encourage and validate - things that go beyond the "housewifey" and the "pretty."

 

And to that I would say: Right on! I'm so glad you do! In fact, I never doubted that for a second. And also, I'm right there with you. I'm happy you are passionate about life and have found things that you're gifted in - I have, too. I'm also glad that you are not too quickly put into a box - I'm not either. Because too often, we as women - especially within the Christian community - are made out to be one thing: homemakers. We are "supposed" to be wives and moms, cooking the meals and cleaning the house and changing the diapers and doing it all in an A-line skirt, pumps, and a string of pearls ala June Cleaver. But here's the thing - this is not what I am advocating with this post. In fact, ladies, if anyone tries to tell you that ^^this is what you're made for, feel free to politely but firmly say something like, "Actually, while wife and mother are two very high callings made by our great God, I was made for even more than that! I was made to be a beautifier. And I can fulfill that calling in so many different ways."

 

You might get some weird looks, especially seeing as how I may or may not have just made up a word. But go with me on this one. First, I want to reiterate that wife and mother really are two HIGH callings created by God. Many women find fulfillment in these two things alone (and ultimately in God, of course) - that is - they wouldn't necessarily say there are other things they're specifically passionate about, as in, some sort of career or creative outlet. And that's totally okay!!!! Go them! They're doing what they're made to do! Yay!

 

But what about those of us who feel called to other things - or, if you're like me - other things in combination with wife and mother? How should we respond to that?

 

I mean, it isn't wrong, right? If God gave you a specific set of skills or talents, you should use them somehow, right?

 

.... Just in case you were wondering, my answer to that question is a resounding YES!

 

Use your gifts! Be a soccer player! Be an architect! Be a writer! Be a nurse! Be a movie star! Do what you love to do! We were all created with different skills, and we should use them!

 

But I think how we use them and who we use them for is what's most important.

 

We as women were made to be beautifiers - as the cover of one of my journals says "She makes the day brighter. She leaves a little sparkle wherever she goes." We were made to sparkle. We were made to leave something good behind. We were made to illuminate. We were made to encourage. We were made to bring hope and healing and love to dark and broken places. We were made to speak truth into the hearts of those we meet - whether that be with our words or by our mere example. We were made to beautify. And this can look like a million different things and can happen in a million different ways - We are not in a box.

 

The only parameters we do have are these: Our beautifying is not for ourselves. It is for the advancement of God's Kingdom. He was the one who created beauty in the first place. He is beauty. And our lives belong to Him. So, whatever you do, do it for Him and His glory.  (1 Cor. 10:31)

 

And you know, it's no wonder that we, His creation, long for beauty. Perhaps, we are not so much longing for beauty as we are for Him - The One who satisfies every longing and breathes beauty and joy and light and hope and peace into everything He touches. Our God - The Beautifier.

she had to break it first

I am not God. (CLEARLY.)

So I cannot possibly know why exactly this happened, or what exactly this is all for - what exactly God is accomplishing through this.

But I can make some guesses, based on God's truth, and what I see happening in my life from my perspective.  Here's one of them.


Jesus wants my whole heart.

Not some of it. Not only some of the time. All of it. All the time. And I'm not anywhere near where I want to be when it comes to my devotion to Jesus.  The sermon this past Sunday on Mark 14:1-11 got me thinking more about this.

Mary Magdalene gave her most prized possession - something that was very expensive and could have gained her lots of other worldly things simply because of its monetary value - to Jesus.

And she didn't just give some of it. She gave it all. She poured the entire contents of her alabaster flask full of ointment of pure nard over Jesus' head.

 

But she couldn't just pour it.

She had to break it first.

It was fragile, and probably very beautiful. And once again - it was very valuable.

But, in spite of all these things, she took it, and she broke it. She gave it up. For Jesus.

The imagery of this just hit me now.  How often does God call us to give up things in our lives - even beautiful things - and break them, in order to love Him more fully?

One of the ways He does this is through our relationships.

Have you ever been with someone, someone you love? You value that person. They bring beauty into your life. And you make plans with them. You dream and plan and hope for the future.

And then, in His wisdom and care, God, gently but determinedly, calls the two of you away from one another. He breaks the two of you up and calls you both to something else.

And you're confused, hurt, and angry.  For lots of reasons, but mostly because you are losing something beautiful - something you love and value. And it doesn't feel fair.

And, after the initial hurt and shock, you have two ways you can respond.

1. You can grasp at what God is taking from you, cursing Him and His plan, furious that He would take something so beautiful from you.

Or,

2. Though hurt and very sad, you can look to Mary's example of sacrifice and devotion to Christ, and see the opportunity God is giving to you to pour your alabaster flask of pure nard over the head of Christ. It's costly - it's expensive. And it's painful - it involves the breaking of something you treasure. But you know that God is calling you to treasure Him above all other things. So, trembling, but knowing it's worth it, you allow the breaking. You allow the sacrifice. You allow the pouring out of part of you that you never thought you'd be asked to give up.

And you cry. You weep. You call out to God and ask for His help and His healing as you seek to move forward when everything looks so dark and wrong. You ask Him to make you more like Christ, and to stir in your heart a devotion to Him that's greater than any thing or any person or any place else.

Why?  Because, even though your heart is broken, you know that Christ is more than enough, and totally worth it.

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"The Lord is near to the broken-hearted and saves the crushed in spirit."  ~ Psalm 34:18

the heart of the issue

Sigh... Another day. Wasted. It's well past midnight and I'm still up, and very dissatisfied with the way I spent my day. Again.

Ever find yourself caught in a vicious cycle that you just can't seem to get out of?

I'm in a few at the moment, actually.  One of them is that I can't seem to get my butt into bed before midnight anymore - not because it's impossible but because I choose not to. I waste time all day and then when it comes to the end of the day I'm exhausted and want to go to bed but I can't, because I put off everything I was supposed to do until now.

And there are other cycles - things that are way more personal and harder to talk about, but very real nonetheless. And like my issue with getting to bed earlier, they aren't unfixable. I'm just choosing not to fix them.

Last night (or I should say this morning - it was after 1am) I was up wasting time on YouTube (Blimey Cow shall be the death of me) and got tired of being stupid. I grabbed The Valley of Vision off my bookshelf in frustration - "I'm just going to read some of this." I thought.

So I opened the book and the first words I saw were "Christ Is All" - the heading of one of the prayers.

I read it, and I realized something.

All of the things I'm struggling with in my life right now boil down to one thing: Right now, Jesus isn't enough for me.

Don't get me wrong - Jesus is very much so enough.  I'm just not allowing Him to be enough in my life right now. I'm not choosing to believe this and live in the good of this.

And this is making even just everyday life really hard to bear.  Because life is hard. Sometimes it's really hard. And without Jesus, we're just not going to make it through.  We need Him. We NEED Him. And He is ready and willing and ABLE to be our everything if we would only let Him be. In fact, as my youth pastor once said, "Jesus isn't the best way - He is the ONLY way." Jesus isn't just one of many potential solutions to all the things I'm facing - He is the only solution. And not just the only solution, but the perfect, completely sufficient solution. He is everything I need. He is all I'll ever need. Why is that so hard to hold to?

I think part of the reason why it can be so hard is that there are so many things in this world that tempt us and distract us and pull our focus away from Jesus. Not just "sinful" things, but also things that God had made to be good, but we sinfully elevate over Jesus.  Things that at first seem like they'll satisfy us, but then they don't. So we move on to the next thing and then the next thing, desperately looking for something to fill the void, something to treasure. And then we find ourselves in a mess.

This is the heart of the issue: While Jesus is absolutely 100% completely entirely enough, if we don't choose to make Him our treasure and truly believe that He is enough, we won't be fulfilled and we'll keep falling back into sinful patterns and tendencies. We'll long for satisfaction but continue to look for it in all the wrong places.

Jesus really is enough. I just have to make the choice to believe this, everyday. I have to daily choose Christ. And it's really stupidly easy not to. In the words of Andrew Peterson, "Sometimes I take my eyes off Jesus, and you know, that's all it takes."

So tonight, this is my prayer:  Jesus, draw near to me, and help me to see that You are more than enough for me. "Thou hast died for me, may I live to thee, in every moment of my time, in every movement of my mind, in every pulse of my heart. May I never dally with the world and it's allurements, but walk by thy side, listen to thy voice, be clothed with thy graces, and adorned with thy righteousness." (VOV) "Turn my eyes from looking at worthless things; and give me life in Your ways." (Psalm 119:37) Amen.

candles, christmas lights, and a ribbon-wrapped mason jar

I am a home-body, that is for certain.

I like baking cookies, and then sitting down with my knitting and watching "Pride and Prejudice" for the gazillionth time.

I like making my bed (which has a very girly, "Jane Austen-ish" cross-stitched pattern) fluffing the pillows and making everything lay "just-so."

I like sitting down with a good book that I've already read several times.  It's like chatting with an old friend. You mostly know what to expect, but somehow they still manage to surprise you.

I like things to be quiet, calm, and organized.

However - if you know me at all - you know this is not actually what my life looks like most of the time.  I am an extremely busy college student whose life never seems to slow down enough to do these kinds of things very often.  Me and my life could RARELY be described as quiet, calm, and organized.  While I'm in school I am loud, short-tempered, easily frustrated, and stressed.  And my room? It looks like a tornado tore through it, with clothes and papers and books laying everywhere and a mountain of laundry piled up in the corner. (And usually my bed is NOT made.)

The inner house-wife in me dies a little bit every time I come home from school to a messy room and a very long, not-so-homey to-do list.  I long for the simple chore of sweeping the floor, or whipping up a batch of home-made biscuits.  These kinds of things are so theraputic to me. They make me feel busy, but not overwhelmed.  Purposed, but not pressed.

But - that's just not what my life looks like right now.  Right now, I'm a performance major, which means lots of demands on my energy and time in the form of rehearsals and perfomances, teaching and choreographing, sending emails, reading plays, attending the performances of others, and lots more.  Right now, God has called me to a crazy, jam-packed schedule, oodles of homework, and living in a room that is only "just so" when I'm neglecting other responsibilities to make it that way. And if this is what God has called me to - I want to be faithful in it.  It's just a season, and I need to be content in it! Contentment is a daily choice - one I need to start making. 

However - as I eagerly anticipate a different season of life -  there ARE things that I can do to make it more bearable, to make each day a little brighter, a little more beauty-filled.

What this has looked like for me lately: Whenever I can, I light a scented candle in my room, plug in the Christmas lights that my mother so lovingly strung up around my bed because she knew it would make me happy, turn on my "Peaceful" iTunes playlist, and try to do what I need to do, whether it be homework, or laundry, or to wind-down after a performance or long day.  (Though to be honest, I often just wind up relaxing instead of doing my work - I'm still working on my responsibilty!) :)

AND - there's something else that I started just today!

Today I cleaned out a mason jar that I found in a cupboard in our kitchen and tied a sparkly silver ribbon around it. (I love ribbons! It's the Jane Austen heroine in me...) I wrote "2013" on a little piece of paper and tied it to the ribbon, and placed the jar on my dresser. Why?

Well, a while ago on Facebook a friend posted a picture of an idea for thankfulness - finding a jar and writing the things that happen throughtout the year that are especially sweet and special onto little pieces of paper, and putting them in the jar throughout the year.  Then, when New Years Eve rolls around, you can open the jar and look through it, and see all that God has done for you - all the cool things He's caused to happen in your life in the past year.

 

I think this is a great idea - and I think it's going to help me as I seek to be contented and really SEE the blessings that God is showering on me everyday, all the time. It was so fun to write a few things down and put them in the jar today - I have 3 things in there so far, and it's only the beginning of February! I have a feeling my jar is going to be filled to the brim by December 31st.

 

And I think it's something I will continue to do.  Because, even when I'm a wife and mom and living the life I'm so excited to live, I'm going to get tired and frustrated and discontented.  (There will be PLENTY of new demands on my time and energy, I know!) And I'm going to need reminders that God is constantly blessing me - that there IS beauty in every season, and every day. So, I will light a candle, plug in the Christmas lights that will be lovingly strung around to brighten the life of my family, turn on the "Peaceful" playlist, and write down the many blessings I receive from the Father - and it will be very sweet, I'm sure.

honesty - a post from the past

I wrote this a while back, probably the end of September.  I was going through a rough season of heartbreak and confusion, and I wasn't trusting God through it.  I didn't post it, partly because I knew it wouldn't be wise for a few reasons... I read it again tonight, and as I thought back to this season and then looked at where I'm at now, I could see God's faithfulness in this tough season. He was walking with me.  And on top of that - He restored my broken-ness and GRACIOUSLY gave me what I was so desperately longing for at the time - a blessing beyond believe that I don't deserve! But - even though I'm in a different place now - I STILL struggle with trusting God.  That's a very real thing for me right now.  And I thought it might be good to share it now, sort of "post-struggle/in a new struggle with trusting God." Because, even though I'm not going through the exact same thing, the heart of what I'm trying to say (to you and to myself!) remains - As Christians we need to be more honest with each other about our struggles and fears.  This kind of honesty can be the catalyst for so much healing. So here it is... a post from the past...

"oh honesty/oh honesty/the truth be told/for the saving of our souls.."

"only the truth and truthfulness/can save us now..."

I love Sara Grove's lyrics - they're so.... honest.

And her song 'Honesty" is, not surprisingly, no exception. :)

It addresses the reality that there are so many things we hide, so many things we just don't share with others because... well, because of lots of things I'm sure, but mostly because we're afraid of people knowing the truth about us. We're afraid that if we're honest and open about our struggles, people will think less of us.

Maybe I should just speak for myself here when I say that I do this!

Recently at school I hid in a bathroom for an hour. Yeah... not my proudest moment. But  "the truth be told," I was scared to face something, so I quite literally ran away and hid.

I know that a lot of people think I've got my life together. And that's not surprising to me. You know why? Because I'm really good at pretending like this is true. 'The truth be told," I actually work at this.

That last post I wrote? The one copied from my journal? Yeah, well, as much as I really did write it all and really did want those things, I haven't implemented any of it, and it's been a month since then. And, "honestly," it's been a tough month.

Why? Well, as long as I'm being honest... This summer was, as I wrote in the last post, wonderful, a beautiful gift from God that I don't thank Him enough for. But it wasn't without it's flaws - - or maybe a better way to put it, considering that when I'm thinking clearly I know God's plans don't have flaws - - would be that it wasn't without it's...unexpected happenings. Wrapped up inside the most beautiful experience I've ever known was a trial - small, I suppose, compared to the horrible things that many people go through daily that I couldn't even begin to understand - but very real, nonetheless. For me, it was, and has been, the hardest thing I've ever gone through.

"here in the hallway/here behind doors/here in the places we wage our private wars.../Oh honesty/Oh honesty.../the truth be told/for the saving of our souls...."

The "private wars" I wage daily circulate around 2 things: my confused and broken heart, and the lack of trust in my Sovereign Creator God. And instead of running into the battle shouting at the top of my lungs: "Yes God! All for You! Even though it hurts, I want You to do what You want in my life!" I've been running away from the battle, my heart and lips asking the same pressing question: "Why God? Can this be right?"

I'm more ashamed of this than I am of hiding in a bathroom for an hour. I've been watching others around me go through hard things and still trust God in the process. I can even account stories of the same type of situation that I find myself in now, that I've either personally witnessed or heard about from other girls, stories of God's faithfulness even when all seemed lost.  But still, something in me whimpers (or screams, depending on my mood), "But all seems lost!"

All is, in fact, not lost. And in my head, I know that. But, "the truth be told," my heart doesn't believe this most days. At least it hasn't for the past month or two.

I feel guilty blogging when I don't have any sound advice for you, reader. But part of me thought, "You know what? Sometimes it's about being honest - not profound. Sometimes it's about opening up and saying, 'I'm not okay.' "

"here in confession/here in our mess/here in the places we're mostly undressed... mostly.../Oh honesty/oh honesty/the truth be told.......

.......for the saving of our souls." -  Such an interesting lyric. Why does she say this? What does she mean? Well, I think she means that, oftentimes, true healing begins when we let people into our struggles, when we finally open up and let someone else see that we're broken.

So, if you haven't yet deduced this: I'm a broken girl with lots of things to give over to Jesus, and lots of things to work on as I start walking with God again. (He's been walking with me this whole time - I'm the one that laid down on the ground kicking and screaming, refusing to go on until He fixed everything - ever done that?)

Honestly... I'm a mess. And I need, more than anything, to trust God and cling to His love as I walk through a season of heartbreak.

And you know what I need from you, dear reader, if I may? "For the saving of my soul," I need some prayer. Prayer that I would, even now, hand the hurt that I'm clinging to so tightly over to Jesus, and start walking with Him, with trust and joy in Him.

it's time...

A peek into my journal entry from yesterday afternoon...

...This was truly the best summer ever, and I will never forget it. It was a summer of dreams fulfilled, one in particular, and discoveries made, both good and bad, about myself and others. It was just amazing, and God really did bless me richly with all that I got to do, see, learn, and experience. And all the new relationships formed! So many wonderful new friends! I wish it never had to end. I wish this summer could have lasted forever.

Now, it's time to move forward - forward to fall, Junior year at Carthage, new dreams, new hopes, new challenges, new lessons to be learned. And it's time for some big changes, in my mind, heart, daily schedule, relationships, and goals.

It's time to start really trusting God, in all things. It's time to really start believing that He is sovereign over all things, has a perfect plan for my life, always, always has my good in mind, will never leave me or forsake me, and, most importantly, loves me deeply.

It's time to start being in The Word every day. As my new friend Matt recently told me, "Where else can we go for direction?" And also, for daily reminders of God's love, Gods deep love for me?

It's time to start being more responsible, with my time, my body, my relationships, my heart, and my money.

It's time to start investing in other people - my family, my friends, people at church and at school, even people I meet for the very first time.

It's time to start really serving others.

It's time to start believing in myself. I am capable of so much more than I give myself credit for.

It's time to start being comfortable in my own skin. God made me uniquely me. I am beautiful, and I do have beautiful things to bring to this world. And because of what Jesus accomplished on the cross , I really am free to be me.

It's time to start being bold in this world for Christ, unashamed of my hope in Him, unafraid of man and his fleeting and temporary judgement.

It's time to start having joy by choosing joy every day, seeing the beauty in all things, seeing the blessing amidst the trials, seeing each day as a beautiful new gift just waiting to be opened.

It's time to start praying continually, rejoicing without ceasing, giving thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for me in Christ Jesus.

It's time to start seeking God daily and delighting in Him, knowing that He delights in me.

It's time to start preaching the gospel to myself everyday.

It's time to start claiming and resting in the grace and forgiveness I have in Christ, and that no one can take away from me.

It's time to be satisfied in God alone, and get awesome things done for His Kingdom.

It's time.

It's time.

i never knew procrastination felt so much like fear...

(My apologies to C.S. Lewis, who probably just rolled in his grave because of this title.)

So I noticed something about myself recently.  As I finished my semester and my summer break began, I was really looking forward to a few weeks of... well.. basically doing nothing. Thankfully, God said NO to that little deam of mine. :) Quickly after finishing school, all the new responsibilities and tasks for this summer and fall crashed onto the scene.  I was frustrated and felt like everyone and everything should just leave me alone.  I did spend some time just doing my own thing, not dealing with things that needed to be dealt with. But reality couldn't be ignored much longer, so I sat down and wrote a summer to-do list and started thinking about my goals for the next few months.            

I have a thing with to-do lists. You see, I love writing them, but then when it comes down to actually DOING the things on my list, it's like something inside me shuts down and I'm completely overwhelmed. So then I procrastinate like crazy until I finally get going on something.

I know what you're thinking - Sydney, just stop overwhelming yourself with long lists. Take it one task at a time. And to that I would say, 1. Have you been talking to my mother?, and 2. You're probably right. But in actuality,

1. I actually do need those lists in some form. I happen to be really busy and have a lot on my plate in this season of my life, and, even though I'm only 19, some days I feel about 90 when it comes to my memory and ability to juggle several responsibilities at once. I would seriously just forget that I need to do things if I didn't write them down. Writing things down is how I learn and process things, actually. I'm a crazy note-taker/journaler/get it all down on paper kind of person.

and 2. That wouldn't really be reaching the heart of the issue. Even if I stopped writing everything down and overwhelming myself with all the things I need to accomplish in x amount of time, I would still have to do those things. And I would still shy (or run) away from them. WHY?

Because I'm afraid.

I have found that, more often then not, when I procrastinate, it's not due to laziness. It's due to fear.

Granted, I'm still very lazy sometimes. But I would say 80 to 90% of the time, the root of the problem is not my laziness. I mean, I write the to-do lists. I lay out my goals. I WANT to accomplish them. I WANT to get things done. But then I stop. WHY? Because, at the root of it all, I'm afraid and anxious. I'm afraid of what people will think. I'm anxious about someone's response. I'm afraid that I'll mess things up. I'm worried that my efforts won't be good enough. So I procrastinate. I put things off. I do things LATER.

Can I just stop for a second and encourage you to not do this? When you hear yourself inside your head going, "Oh, I'll just do that later," ask yourself why. Ask yourself if there's really any good reason to put it off. I mean, there might be. Maybe it's late and you should go to bed and do it in the morning. Maybe there's something else that needs to get done first. To that I say, go ahead, rest and prioritize - but don't procrastinate. If you find that in all honesty it is something you can do now, DO IT NOW. The longer you wait now, the more consequences you will face later. I experienced this in a small way yesterday. I finally did something on my list that I had been avoiding for a week or two. I would feel silly telling you guys how minute this thing that I needed to do was. It was seriously so not a big deal. But I was afraid of doing it, nonetheless. And don't you know, it went FINE. After I did it I thought, Wow, this would have been so much easier had I just DONE IT a few days ago. Ask youself if the reason you're putting something off is because you're afraid. And then ask yourself, Will doing this later make me any less afraid of/anxious about it? Truthfully, I have found that doing something later will NOT, in fact, deal with the fear in our hearts.  But going to Jesus and asking for help will.

This is some of what Jesus had to say about anxiousness:

"Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life...which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life?... seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness...."
(Matthew 6:25, 27, 33)

Now, I know these verses in their context are more about being anxious about whether or not God will meet our needs (which, by the way, He will) and less about fear of people and how your efforts will pan out. But I think it does apply to what I'm talking about, as well. Jesus said, Don't be anxious. It's not going to do you any good. I'm pretty sure when Jesus said "Do not be anxious about your life," I think He meant that to apply to your WHOLE life. And that includes the anxiety we have about our capabilities as human beings, how people view us, etc. And, shouldn't we listen? I mean, The Creator of the universe says, Hey, stop worrying. I've got you covered. Yet I'm still sitting here going, WHAT IF I FAAAIIILLL?  Seriously? Maybe if I tried seeking His kingdom...

And what about Joshua 1:9? We ALL know THAT verse, right?

"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go,"

I have read and sung this verse many times, but have I ever really obeyed this command of God? Do I really believe that God will be with me wherever I go, whatever I do? He says right there in Joshua that He will be.

And let's be real for a second - Joshua was not about to sit down and write a research paper. Joshua was not about to tackle his messy bedroom. No, Joshua was about to march into Jericho and take the land. Because God told him to. Feel different about your to-do list now?

Okay, here's the deal: Before we can stop fearing and feeling anxious, we actually have to start doing something else. And that is TRUST GOD.

Fear comes from not trusting God. If I trusted God with my life, I wouldn't have such a hard time praying about my future and making hard decisions, because I would know and trust that God is sovereign over all things, AND He is FOR me, and has great plans that are beyond my comprehension, waiting for me.  If I trusted God with my life, I would sit down and write that paper, because I would know, in the end, it's about pleasing Him, not my professor. If I trusted God with my life, I would stop being anxious and start DOING the things He's called me to do. Why? Because I would know that He WILL come through for me. He always has, and He always will.

So, let us not be anxious, but rather let us trust in our great God, who loves us, and is constantly working out all things for our good (Romans 8:28).  Stop living in fear and start seeking God. Then you'll be equipped to courageously do what God has called you to do today.

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One small step for girl....

Hello. :) How are you? How was your day? Did you struggle with trusting God today? If you're anything like me, you did. But today, with God's help, I took a small step in the direction of trust.

This morning I woke up a few minutes before noon. Groan... I set my alarm for 8:30... I don't even remember turning it off... wait.. yes I do. Sigh. I missed half the day.

Pause. So it's a beautiful day, the second of my offically started summer (!!) - and I'm already discontented and distrusting God. In my head I grumbled, Thanks a lot, God.

Then I remembered I was babysitting for one of my professor's kiddos later that afternoon, something that I was strangely anxious about. Greeeaat. Now I have no time to deal with my anxiety. I wanted to really use this day well. Sigh.

About 40 minutes before I had to leave to babysit, the Spirit got a hold of me.  I sat down with my Bible and journal and asked God to help me trust Him, and to help me be a good babysitter to these kids and a good witness to the family, and for the kids to like me!  I had read Psalm 16, where this confident assertion of David is found:

"I have set the LORD always before me; because He is at my right hand, I shall not be shaken."
(vs. 8)

Now, I'm not going to pretend like I read this verse and my heart was dramatically changed. I was still a little nervous.  But I had asked for God's help, and felt a little better.  I left to go babysit.

God is faithful. God is faithful. God is faithful.

... In case you were wondering, babysitting went WONDERFULLY.  The things I was nervous about ran smoothly, and, as I was putting the oldest to bed (for whom I had babysat once before), I had to gently pry myself from her sweet hug as she said to me, "You're awesome," and "I don't want you to leave."

God is faithful. God is faithful. God is FAITHFUL.

Why do I ever doubt that?

So, tonight, reader of this blog, I humbly encourage you to trust your Savior.  And don't be afraid or even the slightest bit hesitant to ask for God's help in trusting Him.  He wants to help you! If I hadn't sat down and asked God for help, I think the rest of my day would have gone differently. At the very least, I wouldn't have been as quick to say, "Look, my God came through for me today. I asked for His help, and He gave it. God is faithful! Praise You, God!" If it had gone well without my asking for help, I might have drawn a different conclusion, perhaps one that sounded like, "Aren't I great? I was such a good sitter to those kids. Go me."

God wants you to ask for His help because it makes you remember your need for Him and puts His faithfulness on display.

Give God a chance to display His faithfulness to you.  He won't let you down.