Lately I’ve been going through a season of what feels like struggle and frustration. I say “feels like” because I’ve come to realize over the past couple of weeks that in actuality, it has been a season wherein God has slowed me down for my own good, as well as the good of others. I’ve already talked about how God sometimes needs for us to stay close to Him, for whatever reason, and He limits our freedom and progress. He is our perfect heavenly father, so of course this is for the good of His children, us and others. I also believe that He sometimes needs for us to slow down, look more closely at the little details of what we’re doing, and rely on Him to show us what needs to be done differently.
As you know, I am a Mary Kay consultant. I am extremely happy and blessed to have this opportunity. Mary Kay is so much more than skin care and cosmetics. In fact, most consultants and directors know that the awesome skin care and cosmetics that we sell are almost secondary to what else is going on. Mary Kay Ash, the woman who founded Mary Kay, wanted first and foremost to give women a chance to change not only their own lives for the better, but to show those women how to be an agent of change for other women all over the world. Yes, we have fantastic products and that’s essential. It wouldn’t work if we couldn’t really believe in the products that we sell. I certainly wouldn’t be able to promote products that I didn’t believe were a great product at a great value. But that’s just where it starts.
There are many, many women all over the world whose lives have been changed for the
better because of the Mary Kay opportunity, whether or not they themselves decided to become consultants. It is my personal goal to see that there are many, many more. God has blessed me so richly, it is imperative that I pass on those blessings. My purpose on this earth is to “show and tell”. God has brought me through to the other side of suffering and hardships and life events that could easily have derailed me and sent me into a lifelong state of inertia. It’s my job to let other people know that what happens to us on this earth does not have to define who we are. We are so much more than the sum of our life events and it’s critical that I share this with as many people as I can. I know that God brought me to Mary Kay because it will put me in front of large numbers of women over the course of my career.
I’ve known for a long time now that someday I’d be either speaking or performing for large groups of people. I know this because God gave me an incredibly loud voice. It took a really long time to see that as a blessing. My whole life, people were always saying, “I’m right here, Sam, you don’t have to yell.” I was always getting in trouble in school because, even though all of my friends were talking right along with me, mine was the only voice the teacher heard. It finally occurred to me, though, that God wouldn’t have given me such a voice if I didn’t need it. He clearly intends for me to be heard all the way back in the “cheap seats” some day.
Through my journaling and quiet times with the Lord, He has also shared with me that He wants me to teach His children. That’s a big job. As I said, I believe He brought me into Mary Kay because He will use that to bring women into my path that He needs for me to “show and tell”. I am so ready for this. I’ve been champing at the bit to get started widening my circle of influence. I want to do as many skin care classes as I can and build my team as quickly as possible. Lately, though, it seemed like my progress had come grinding to a halt.
In my earlier blog I talked about realizing that God needed for me to stay close to Him. I believe that’s true. One reason was for my safety but another reason was because there were things He needed for me to see and learn before He could let me run on ahead. As I said, He is our perfect heavenly father and He loves us beyond anything we can comprehend with our human minds. Knowing that, would He trust His children’s development and well-being to just anyone? No. I am humbled and honored more than I can say that He would even let me get in front of one of His children, much less many. It is a big important job; definitely the biggest and most important job I will ever do. It is what I was put here on this earth to do. B-I-G.
What God has been showing me lately is that I have not been treating it like a big important job for which I was put here on earth to do. I have been phoning it in, going through the motions, schlepping along in it. I have been following the rules, following the instructions, following the procedures but I have not been treating it like it’s the work of the Lord. I have not been giving God the “first fruits” in this area. I haven’ t been doing a bad job, I just haven’t honored and respected what I’m doing nearly as much as I need to . I believe we should do everything as if we were doing it for the Lord. I hate to pump gas more than just about anything, but when I do it, I try to act like I’m pumping gas for the Lord. If we knew we were doing something specifically and directly for the Lord, wouldn’t we take more care? More time? I say I believe this, but I have not necessarily been acting like I believe it. The Bible tells us that faith without works is dead. Works without faith is also doomed.
This weekend, we had an awesome, incredible speaker, Allison Lamar, at a Mary Kay training class. She is the youngest woman to ever become a National Sales Director and she also did it in the shortest amount of time--just under three years. To clarify the significance of this in financial terms, she went from being a “broke snob” (her words) with $30,000 in credit card debt to being a millionaire in less than 3 years. Within that three years, she paid off that $30,000 in credit card debt in one year and in a year and a half, she was able to retire her husband so that he could pursue his dream job. (If you worked as hard as you could at your j-o-b for three years would you be able to pay off $30,000 in credit card debt, retire your husband and earn over a million dollars a year? Certainly makes you think, huh?)
She asked the question, “Do you care enough to be prepared?” What I heard God asking me through her was, “Do you care enough about me and the work I’ve given you to really step it up and become the expert I need you to be? Do you care enough about me and the work I’ve given you to be the best and most prepared that you can be?” It brought tears to my eyes because I knew that, although I love the Lord with all my heart and I care very deeply about the work He’s given me to do, I had not stepped it up. I was not an expert and I was definitely not as prepared as I needed to be. I had not done the ‘works’.
Not only had I not done the works, I’m not completely sure I had the faith. This is a tough one for me because it’s really not about not having faith, it’s about the depth of that faith. In some ways, faith is a skill; something that’s learned and honed over time. There are different levels or depths of faith. Simply believing in the Lord and that He is our savior is absolutely enough to get started. But that just puts you at the starting gate. Moving forward takes more faith, a deeper faith. And teaching God’s children, well that requires complete, total, absolute faith; faith as deep as the ocean. After all, these are His most precious possessions.
For those of you with children, think about those children. Would you drop them off with just anybody? Would you entrust their educational development to just anybody? No. What we’re talking about here goes way beyond reading and writing. We’re talking about souls. We’re talking about people who could very well be teetering on the brink between a new life with an amazing, intimate relationship with Christ and a life where they never know the joy and love that God has for them; where they continue to let themselves be defined by their life events. Like I said before, B-I-G with a capital “big”. This really is spiritual “rocket science”! If I’m not at my best, if I’m not bringing my A-game every single time, who’s going to slip through the cracks? I do NOT want that on my conscience and I do NOT want to stand before my Lord at the end of my life and have to explain why I couldn’t muster it up enough to do His work to the best of my ability.
Allison Lamar also talked about moving mountains. She mentioned that if we’re not moving the mountain, then we’ll get stuck trying to figure out how to just deal with it. Climb it, go around it, grin and bear it, etc. It’s no surprise to me that when I got home from the conference, I saw a book my friend Lynetta Dent had given me several months ago entitled “Your Days Are Written” by Pastor Danny Diaz. I flipped it open and of course the first thing I saw was about moving mountains. (God comes to us where we are and in my case, He knows He usually has to give me the billboard. Subtlety is wasted on me.) Pastor Diaz cites Mark 11:23, “ I tell you the truth, you can say to this mountain, ‘May you be lifted up and thrown into the sea,’ and it will happen. But you must really believe it will happen and have no doubt in your heart.”
Believe it will happen and have no doubt in your heart. Notice that it’s a two-parter. A) Believe; and B)have no doubt. It sounds like one and the same thing, but this is Jesus we’re talking about. If He’d meant it to be the same thing, would He have gone to the trouble of saying it two different ways? Isn’t it possible to believe something will happen but still have doubt? I believe that I will be wealthy some day. (Would God have given me such expensive taste if He meant for me to just plod along, barely making ends meet, missing out on tons of fabulous shoes, for my whole life??) But it’s still very easy for me to have doubt in my heart about it, just given the fact that I’m 38 and still no sign of wealth.
Here’s the thing, though. I believe it will happen because I believe God can make it happen. I have doubt in my heart because I’m not sure I’m doing everything I need to be doing to cause God to bless me with that. I have absolutely no doubt that God wants to bless me beyond my wildest dreams. Like I tell my kids all the time, freedom and benefits are the result of hard work and excellent behavior, and they come with responsibility. Can God trust me with all that wealth? Am I going to be a good steward of what He wants to give me? My current financial situation shows that He can trust me more now than He could five years ago, but that I still need work. And that’s just money. If I want Him to trust me with people’s spiritual lives, I better really be performing at a level of excellence. If I lose the money He gives me, it’s only me and possibly my family that suffers. If I lose His children before they get a chance to get to know Him, well that’s a big deal. Again, B-I-G.
As a side note, I should mention that, while Mary Kay is definitely about the business of changing women’s lives for the better, not everybody that decides to sell Mary Kay is called to do what I believe I am called to do. Everybody has their own unique, special, important purpose and “mission field”. This one just happens to be mine. If you need help figuring out what your purpose is, I would encourage you to read Rick Warren’s book, “A Purpose Driven Life”.
Thank you, Allison Lamar, for asking me some really tough questions. Thank you, God, for using Allison to hold the mirror up to my face. It wasn’t fun to figure out that I’ve been just sort of floating along and that I’ve had unresolved doubt in my heart, but it was necessary. I pray that I would always honor and respect this work you have given me to do. Please forgive me for being so casual about something so important. I am ready to move the mountain into the sea and out of my way!!
Monday, September 15, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Seven Months
It occurs to me that tomorrow will be the 7 month anniversary of the day I quit drinking. As I ponder this, a number of emotions and thoughts bubble up to the surface.
I guess first is a feeling of pleasure. I don’t want to say “pride” because although I’m proud of not drinking for 7 months, I know that it wasn’t just my own accomplishment. What I did was decide, first that I needed help, and second, to let God help me. Every day since February 10 has included a decision to let God continue to help me. I have to decide all over again every single day, and frequently multiple times a day, to turn to Him rather than to alcohol for help coping. I have to decide all over again to stop, assess the situation, breathe deeply, then release the fear/anger/stress/sadness/etc to God. It is up to me to make that decision, but it is God’s grace and mercy and unbelievable, unconditional love that takes me through to the other side.
There is also some incredulity that I’ve actually made it this far. I remember, all too vividly, sitting neck deep in my bathtub, crying, hearing that voice on my heart asking, “How bad are you going to let it get? How far down are you going to have to go?” I remember how impossibly hard it was to even think the “A” word. Even there, in my tub in my bathroom with the door locked, knowing with absolute certainty that I needed to say it and even wanting to say it, the word would not come. Because there is no going back after it is spoken. Once it has been uttered, admitted, it is not a word that can be taken back. Like “cancer”. Once you take it on, acknowledge its presence, it’s always a part of you. I could easily take it on in that moment, for that moment, but I understood that, one day at a time or not, it’s a lifetime commitment. Thanks be to God that it’s not a commitment I have to fulfill on my own.
I finally did it, though. Lying back in that tub, I took the hugest breath and an even bigger leap of faith and whispered the words “I am an alcoholic” and then, “I need help”. Seven tiny little words but man, I’m pretty sure they’re the biggest ones I’ve ever said.
Another emotion I feel is anger. Anger at what I sometimes see as my lack of control. I love wine. I love the taste, the smell, the way all of the complex flavors within it combine to form this rich, wonderful product. There is a lot of love that goes into the making of wine and you really get a feel for that when you drink it. Not anymore, though. Not me. I can’t control myself and stop at just one or two glasses, so now I can’t have any at all. Can’t have any bourbon either and boy howdy, did I love me some bourbon!! On an intellectual level I understand that this is a disease, at least in part inherited from my father. It just sometimes makes me angry that every party that I ever go to from now on will be the same scenario. Everybody else drinking, whether a little or a lot, and me sitting there enjoying my Sprite and cranberry juice, wishing I could just go home.
I’m sure this is similar to how diabetics feel at dinner parties, or anybody else with a chronic disease that sets them apart. I have a friend with multiple-sclerosis, who I’m sure wishes she could do half the things she used to be able to do. I’m angry because there is still a part of me that does not believe it wasn’t my fault. Nobody can blame you for getting MS or diabetes or cancer. I nod my head when I hear that alcoholism is a disease just like any other disease but I think on some level I still don’t really believe it. And, even if it’s true, I’m still pissed that it happened to me.
Mostly, though, I am overwhelmed with gratitude. I am in recovery. As a cancer patient goes into remission, I am no less relieved and grateful. I have been given another chance to live. God gave me the gift of life, not once but twice. And not just because I’m special, but because I asked. It’s just that simple. I asked. God gives us His grace and eternal life with Him in heaven when we ask for it, and He just as quickly and willingly gives us His grace and mercy for our battles here on earth. We have only to ask.
Having been given this second chance at life, I also feel an incredible sense of urgency. What am I going to do with the rest of this life that He has given me? It must matter. It must count. It must be more than just minutes, hours, days and weeks strung together with no design. I have been given so much, it must be given back. Step 12 involves helping others; taking what we’ve learned and sharing it so others can have the same chance at life.
My heavenly father has called me His Warrior Princess. We have been on the battlefield many times together. Each time I come away stronger and better and more honed than the last time. I am not always strong or happy to be on the battlefield. Many times I have cried out “Enough! It’s enough! You said you wouldn’t give me more than I could handle and I am there now!” Every time, though, He is there, shielding me, supporting me, holding me up, holding me in his arms, nursing my wounds, guiding my path. Because I ask.
Regardless of what holds us in captivity, whether it’s abuse, alcoholism, wounds from childhood that won’t seem to heal, our heavenly father can and will take us through to the other side if we ask Him to. I will have to decide to ask Him again tomorrow, and probably later on today as well. But I know with absolute certainty that He will be there when I do. He is waiting to be there for all of us if we will only ask. He is eagerly waiting to come into our lives and release us from our bondage and give us all second chances at life.
Please ask Him. I promise you won’t regret it.
I guess first is a feeling of pleasure. I don’t want to say “pride” because although I’m proud of not drinking for 7 months, I know that it wasn’t just my own accomplishment. What I did was decide, first that I needed help, and second, to let God help me. Every day since February 10 has included a decision to let God continue to help me. I have to decide all over again every single day, and frequently multiple times a day, to turn to Him rather than to alcohol for help coping. I have to decide all over again to stop, assess the situation, breathe deeply, then release the fear/anger/stress/sadness/etc to God. It is up to me to make that decision, but it is God’s grace and mercy and unbelievable, unconditional love that takes me through to the other side.
There is also some incredulity that I’ve actually made it this far. I remember, all too vividly, sitting neck deep in my bathtub, crying, hearing that voice on my heart asking, “How bad are you going to let it get? How far down are you going to have to go?” I remember how impossibly hard it was to even think the “A” word. Even there, in my tub in my bathroom with the door locked, knowing with absolute certainty that I needed to say it and even wanting to say it, the word would not come. Because there is no going back after it is spoken. Once it has been uttered, admitted, it is not a word that can be taken back. Like “cancer”. Once you take it on, acknowledge its presence, it’s always a part of you. I could easily take it on in that moment, for that moment, but I understood that, one day at a time or not, it’s a lifetime commitment. Thanks be to God that it’s not a commitment I have to fulfill on my own.
I finally did it, though. Lying back in that tub, I took the hugest breath and an even bigger leap of faith and whispered the words “I am an alcoholic” and then, “I need help”. Seven tiny little words but man, I’m pretty sure they’re the biggest ones I’ve ever said.
Another emotion I feel is anger. Anger at what I sometimes see as my lack of control. I love wine. I love the taste, the smell, the way all of the complex flavors within it combine to form this rich, wonderful product. There is a lot of love that goes into the making of wine and you really get a feel for that when you drink it. Not anymore, though. Not me. I can’t control myself and stop at just one or two glasses, so now I can’t have any at all. Can’t have any bourbon either and boy howdy, did I love me some bourbon!! On an intellectual level I understand that this is a disease, at least in part inherited from my father. It just sometimes makes me angry that every party that I ever go to from now on will be the same scenario. Everybody else drinking, whether a little or a lot, and me sitting there enjoying my Sprite and cranberry juice, wishing I could just go home.
I’m sure this is similar to how diabetics feel at dinner parties, or anybody else with a chronic disease that sets them apart. I have a friend with multiple-sclerosis, who I’m sure wishes she could do half the things she used to be able to do. I’m angry because there is still a part of me that does not believe it wasn’t my fault. Nobody can blame you for getting MS or diabetes or cancer. I nod my head when I hear that alcoholism is a disease just like any other disease but I think on some level I still don’t really believe it. And, even if it’s true, I’m still pissed that it happened to me.
Mostly, though, I am overwhelmed with gratitude. I am in recovery. As a cancer patient goes into remission, I am no less relieved and grateful. I have been given another chance to live. God gave me the gift of life, not once but twice. And not just because I’m special, but because I asked. It’s just that simple. I asked. God gives us His grace and eternal life with Him in heaven when we ask for it, and He just as quickly and willingly gives us His grace and mercy for our battles here on earth. We have only to ask.
Having been given this second chance at life, I also feel an incredible sense of urgency. What am I going to do with the rest of this life that He has given me? It must matter. It must count. It must be more than just minutes, hours, days and weeks strung together with no design. I have been given so much, it must be given back. Step 12 involves helping others; taking what we’ve learned and sharing it so others can have the same chance at life.
My heavenly father has called me His Warrior Princess. We have been on the battlefield many times together. Each time I come away stronger and better and more honed than the last time. I am not always strong or happy to be on the battlefield. Many times I have cried out “Enough! It’s enough! You said you wouldn’t give me more than I could handle and I am there now!” Every time, though, He is there, shielding me, supporting me, holding me up, holding me in his arms, nursing my wounds, guiding my path. Because I ask.
Regardless of what holds us in captivity, whether it’s abuse, alcoholism, wounds from childhood that won’t seem to heal, our heavenly father can and will take us through to the other side if we ask Him to. I will have to decide to ask Him again tomorrow, and probably later on today as well. But I know with absolute certainty that He will be there when I do. He is waiting to be there for all of us if we will only ask. He is eagerly waiting to come into our lives and release us from our bondage and give us all second chances at life.
Please ask Him. I promise you won’t regret it.
Friday, September 5, 2008
The Intimacy of Breathing
I subscribe to a newsletter (I think it’s monthly) from Deepak Chopra’s website. I love Deepak Chopra’s insight into things. There are just some people on this earth whom God has gifted with a way of thinking and speaking that, whenever I read or hear them, cause me to think about God, and my relationship with Him, in new, different, and exciting ways. Donald Miller and Joel Osteen are two more of those people. I think the common denominator, for me, is that they all tend to focus more on an intimate, personal relationship with God than on “religion” for the sake of religion. We are Christians by Grace alone, not by works.
Having said that, though, what I find is that when I focus on the relationship first, it comes far more naturally to want to be obedient to God’s holy word. When I am close to God, hearing His voice on my heart, releasing my own will and allowing Him to lead me, I am so completely loved, comfortable and safe that I am eager to please Him. I want to be the best me that I can be. I want to delight Him and I want to bask in that delight.
I think this is true in any intimate, love relationship. When my relationships are in a good place, when I feel loved, comfortable and safe, I automatically want to do everything I can to make the one I’m in the relationship with happy. I want to surprise them with things I know they love, cook things they love to eat; no detail is too great or small if it means I can bring delight and joy to them.
In the most recent “Namaste” newsletter from The Chopra Center , Deepak Chopra wrote a letter. In that letter he discussed the act of breathing. Although breathing is the most vital thing we do, and we do it every moment of every day, it is probably the thing we think about the least. It just struck me how strange that is. If jogging were vital to our existence, and we did it (and had to do it) 24/7, wouldn’t it be upper-most in our minds?
One of the things Deepak said in his letter that really caused me to pause and think was that breathing is a deeply intimate act of love. He gave his own reasons, which I will go into in a minute, but first I want to follow my own train of thought on that.
It occurs to me that this is yet another example of God’s amazing love for us. God gave us life. He breathed life into us. He created us so that all of the vital, absolutely necessary functions of our bodies and minds are able to be performed without our ever having to think about them or make a conscious decisions to do them. They just happen. Giving someone a gift that they absolutely need and making it so that they never have to think about it is, in my opinion, an act of the deepest, most selfless love. When have I ever given a gift to anyone that I didn’t want something in return, even if it’s just a “thank you”? When have I ever given a gift to anyone that I didn’t want them to think about me as they used it? There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be thanked or thought of, but how amazingly selfless is it that God gave us this gift completely “free”. No strings attached whatsoever.
In yoga and meditation, we are taught to “be aware” of our breath. We are taught that increasing our awareness of our breath can bring calm during stressful situations and bring insight into confusion. The body and its actions follow the breath. If the breath is ragged and disjointed, the body’s actions and movements will be as well. Deepak, in his letter, painted a picture of breathing as a love act, in and of itself. I’m paraphrasing, but he suggested that we visualize breathing in as accepting the gift of life, and as such, love, from our creator. As we breathe in, we breathe our Creator and His love into our deepest selves. As our breath fills our every cell in our body, so does our Creator. As we breathe out, we surrender that life back unto our Creator in an act of trust and love. The tiny little moment in between breathing in and breathing out is a moment when we are joined with the one we love and who loves us in the perfect center of this holy act of love. What an incredibly beautiful thought.
During my quiet time, my meditation, I have been practicing “watching” my breathing, for the purpose of bringing calm into my mind and centering my physiological functions as well. Now, however, as I breathe in, I have begun to think the thought “Father, I gratefully accept your gift of life” and, as I breathe out, “Father I surrender my life back unto you.” I find that when I become intentional about receiving and giving back this most precious gift, I am filled with a calm, tranquility and sense of well-being I had never before experienced.
One of the simplest verses in the Bible, and yet the one I struggle with the most is, “Be still and know that I am God.” When I focus my awareness and intention on the intimacy of breathing, I connect with my heavenly father in a way helps me do just that. There is no doubt, no worry, no stress. There is only knowing with absolute certainty that I am loved.
Having said that, though, what I find is that when I focus on the relationship first, it comes far more naturally to want to be obedient to God’s holy word. When I am close to God, hearing His voice on my heart, releasing my own will and allowing Him to lead me, I am so completely loved, comfortable and safe that I am eager to please Him. I want to be the best me that I can be. I want to delight Him and I want to bask in that delight.
I think this is true in any intimate, love relationship. When my relationships are in a good place, when I feel loved, comfortable and safe, I automatically want to do everything I can to make the one I’m in the relationship with happy. I want to surprise them with things I know they love, cook things they love to eat; no detail is too great or small if it means I can bring delight and joy to them.
In the most recent “Namaste” newsletter from The Chopra Center , Deepak Chopra wrote a letter. In that letter he discussed the act of breathing. Although breathing is the most vital thing we do, and we do it every moment of every day, it is probably the thing we think about the least. It just struck me how strange that is. If jogging were vital to our existence, and we did it (and had to do it) 24/7, wouldn’t it be upper-most in our minds?
One of the things Deepak said in his letter that really caused me to pause and think was that breathing is a deeply intimate act of love. He gave his own reasons, which I will go into in a minute, but first I want to follow my own train of thought on that.
It occurs to me that this is yet another example of God’s amazing love for us. God gave us life. He breathed life into us. He created us so that all of the vital, absolutely necessary functions of our bodies and minds are able to be performed without our ever having to think about them or make a conscious decisions to do them. They just happen. Giving someone a gift that they absolutely need and making it so that they never have to think about it is, in my opinion, an act of the deepest, most selfless love. When have I ever given a gift to anyone that I didn’t want something in return, even if it’s just a “thank you”? When have I ever given a gift to anyone that I didn’t want them to think about me as they used it? There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be thanked or thought of, but how amazingly selfless is it that God gave us this gift completely “free”. No strings attached whatsoever.
In yoga and meditation, we are taught to “be aware” of our breath. We are taught that increasing our awareness of our breath can bring calm during stressful situations and bring insight into confusion. The body and its actions follow the breath. If the breath is ragged and disjointed, the body’s actions and movements will be as well. Deepak, in his letter, painted a picture of breathing as a love act, in and of itself. I’m paraphrasing, but he suggested that we visualize breathing in as accepting the gift of life, and as such, love, from our creator. As we breathe in, we breathe our Creator and His love into our deepest selves. As our breath fills our every cell in our body, so does our Creator. As we breathe out, we surrender that life back unto our Creator in an act of trust and love. The tiny little moment in between breathing in and breathing out is a moment when we are joined with the one we love and who loves us in the perfect center of this holy act of love. What an incredibly beautiful thought.
During my quiet time, my meditation, I have been practicing “watching” my breathing, for the purpose of bringing calm into my mind and centering my physiological functions as well. Now, however, as I breathe in, I have begun to think the thought “Father, I gratefully accept your gift of life” and, as I breathe out, “Father I surrender my life back unto you.” I find that when I become intentional about receiving and giving back this most precious gift, I am filled with a calm, tranquility and sense of well-being I had never before experienced.
One of the simplest verses in the Bible, and yet the one I struggle with the most is, “Be still and know that I am God.” When I focus my awareness and intention on the intimacy of breathing, I connect with my heavenly father in a way helps me do just that. There is no doubt, no worry, no stress. There is only knowing with absolute certainty that I am loved.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Manna
I have come to learn that there are times in our lives when God desires to keep us especially close to Him. There are times when it is vitally important that we not stray too far from His guidance, but even more importantly, from His protection. When we are committed to walking in His path for our lives, drinking from His cup, and living a life driven by His purpose for us, the enemy will seek to derail us, put us off of that path, or even harm us. God tells us though, that He will shine a light to our path, that He will hold us up in his hand and that we will not stumble. We have read in the Bible that, if God is for us, who then shall stand against us?
Sometimes, though, we get romanticized fantasies of what God’s protection looks like, or will look like, in our lives. I know I do. Please don’t misunderstand. I am not limiting what God can do in our lives. Our greatest stories of dramatic rescues and underdogs claiming victory come from the Bible. I have a very vivid imagination. I can see clearly God invoking a “Red Sea Technique” on those that would stand in my way or seek to harm me. I admit to visions of standing, feet apart, fists on hips, chin up high, with a glorious beam of light from heaven behind me, as those that would seek to hurt me are struck down before me by some ailment or pestilence.
God is absolutely the God of majestic and dramatic gestures and happenings. He is also in the littlest, tiniest details of our lives. It is in those little, tiny details that some of His greatest acts of love happen. We know from the Bible that he is our father. We have a parent-child relationship with God when we seek to live the life He has created for us. While not all of us have children, most all of us have had parents or guardians as we grew up. I understand first-hand that there are exceptions to the “typical” role of parents, and that, tragically, all parents do not always have the best interest of their children foremost in their minds and actions. Our heavenly father, however, absolutely has our best interest foremost in His heart and in His actions.
In that role of parent, there are times when He must limit us in order to protect us. There are times He must rein us in and keep us close and confined for a time, for the purpose of keeping us safe and keeping us on His path for us. During these times, He continues to provide for our needs, but we may find that we go through periods of limitation and restriction on “extras”. During these times, we may find that the progress we struggle to make simply isn’t happening. It may seem like we’re moving through molasses, that no sooner do we take a step forward, we are pushed back again. We could choose to get discouraged and frustrated. We could choose to wonder why God brought us so far only to leave us hanging at what seems to be the critical moment. We could choose to think negative thoughts, maybe throw Bible verses back at God. “I thought you were going to shine a light to my path, God. Where’s my light, huh?” I’ve certainly been guilty of that a few times. You know how when you do something your kids don’t like, or when you don’t let them do things they want to do, they won’t hesitate to throw your words back at them? We do that, too, with our heavenly father.
We can choose to act like petulant children who just want what we want when we want it. Or, we could choose to pause, zoom out, try to see a bigger picture and consider the fact that there could be a reason that God is limiting us. God has given me a couple of examples of this lately. The first came a few weeks ago. Seemingly out of nowhere, although I know that nothing is random, I began thinking about manna. When the Israelites were on their journey to the promised land, God provided them with manna. There were stipulations, though. They could only gather what they could eat right then, that day. If they took any more than that, it would spoil, except for the day before the Sabbath. On that day, they could gather up twice as much so that they could rest on the Sabbath day. Why would God do that? Why wouldn’t he just give them the ability to store up the manna, so they wouldn’t have to deal with it every single day? We read in Exodus 16:4 that God said to Moses, “I will test them in this to see whether or not they will follow my instructions”. He was absolutely going to deliver on His promise to meet their needs and take care of them, but He also needed for them to stay close to Him, to focus on His word, to stay dependent on Him, and most importantly, to follow His instructions. Not because He’s an egomaniac who just needs our devotion and attention, but because that was how He was going to keep them safe and on the right path. They weren’t ready to be independent of Him yet, they were still too “new” in their journey.
We do everything that we can to give our children everything they need, but do we give it all to them at one time? No. They’re not ready for that. We increase what we give them as they grow and mature and demonstrate an ability to handle the increases. Luke 12:48 tells us, “To whom much is given, much is expected”. God wants us to be free from expectations, free from worry. There are times when He wants us to have the innocence and freedom of childhood. Don’t we, as parents, wish our children would just relax and enjoy their childhoods, instead of them always wishing they were older or wishing that they could do this thing or that thing that they see older kids doing? There are times when God just wants us to stop where we are and let Him be in charge.
Yes, as parents we sometimes limit or restrict our children’s increases and activities as a punishment. Sometimes, though, we do it because we can see a bigger picture of their lives. We can see the possible ramifications of letting them have too much too quickly. They may see that as a punishment, but the truth is that we just want what’s best for them. We know that God is the Way, the Truth, and the Light, so we know that His truth is that He wants what’s best for us. It’s reasonable, then, to believe that there will be times when He will give us our manna. He will absolutely meet our needs. But like manna, we may only be allowed to keep what we need for that moment, that day. In those times He needs for us to cleave to Him, stay close to Him, leaning on His every word and doing only what He tells us is safe and allowable in that moment. We may not yet be ready, or it may not yet be safe for us to store up and go on ahead of Him.
I saw another illustration of this very thing the other day as I was watching a show about hippopotamus. (That is proof right there that God comes to us where we are!) I don’t normally watch a lot of shows about hippopotamuses (or is it hippopotami?), but for some reason I watched this one. They were featuring a mother hippo with her baby. Apparently, hippos are born with the ability to swim underwater for long periods of time and this baby hippo was enjoying playing in the water beside his mother, while she kept watch over him. Hippos may seem like lumbering, slow animals but in actuality they are very fierce and dangerous when they’re attacked. Other predatory animals in the rivers and areas where they live are careful not to mess with the adult hippos. As the baby hippo played and bounced in the water, he became more confident and less attentive to his mother’s presence. Soon he had bounced and jumped far enough away from her that she began to bellow warnings at him. What the baby didn’t realize was that there was a crocodile who was also watching him, waiting for the moment when he got too far away from the protection of his mother. The worst happened, and the baby wandered too far away for its mother to protect it. The crocodile got to the baby before the mother got to the crocodile.
As frustrated as I get when I am limited and unable to reach the goals that I set for myself, I would far prefer this to the crocodile. God has said to us, “Be still and know that I am God.” He’s in charge. He’s in control. He’s told us what we need to do. Be still and know.
When we go through times of resistance, times when it seems like we’re not making any forward progress at all, times when it seems we can’t see our hands in front of our faces, it could very well be because He needs for us to be still and know that He is God; know that He is in charge. He will give us our manna, he will protect us from the crocodiles that would gladly have us for dinner. What we have to do, though, is let Him. Trust that He knows our hearts and that He loves us with a love so big that even though of us with children of our own cannot even begin to comprehend it. We must stay close to Him and listen for his counsel and guidance, trusting in its perfection.
The Foo Fighters have a song called “Times Like These”. It’s one of my favorite songs. Although this band doesn’t label themselves as a Christian band, I have found incredible spiritual truth in their lyrics and music. In this song, the chorus says “It’s times like these we learn to live again. It’s times like these, we give and give again. It’s times like these, we learn to love again. It’s times like these, time and time again.” It is indeed in times like these that we learn so much and God makes us ready for the next steps on our journey.
Sometimes, though, we get romanticized fantasies of what God’s protection looks like, or will look like, in our lives. I know I do. Please don’t misunderstand. I am not limiting what God can do in our lives. Our greatest stories of dramatic rescues and underdogs claiming victory come from the Bible. I have a very vivid imagination. I can see clearly God invoking a “Red Sea Technique” on those that would stand in my way or seek to harm me. I admit to visions of standing, feet apart, fists on hips, chin up high, with a glorious beam of light from heaven behind me, as those that would seek to hurt me are struck down before me by some ailment or pestilence.
God is absolutely the God of majestic and dramatic gestures and happenings. He is also in the littlest, tiniest details of our lives. It is in those little, tiny details that some of His greatest acts of love happen. We know from the Bible that he is our father. We have a parent-child relationship with God when we seek to live the life He has created for us. While not all of us have children, most all of us have had parents or guardians as we grew up. I understand first-hand that there are exceptions to the “typical” role of parents, and that, tragically, all parents do not always have the best interest of their children foremost in their minds and actions. Our heavenly father, however, absolutely has our best interest foremost in His heart and in His actions.
In that role of parent, there are times when He must limit us in order to protect us. There are times He must rein us in and keep us close and confined for a time, for the purpose of keeping us safe and keeping us on His path for us. During these times, He continues to provide for our needs, but we may find that we go through periods of limitation and restriction on “extras”. During these times, we may find that the progress we struggle to make simply isn’t happening. It may seem like we’re moving through molasses, that no sooner do we take a step forward, we are pushed back again. We could choose to get discouraged and frustrated. We could choose to wonder why God brought us so far only to leave us hanging at what seems to be the critical moment. We could choose to think negative thoughts, maybe throw Bible verses back at God. “I thought you were going to shine a light to my path, God. Where’s my light, huh?” I’ve certainly been guilty of that a few times. You know how when you do something your kids don’t like, or when you don’t let them do things they want to do, they won’t hesitate to throw your words back at them? We do that, too, with our heavenly father.
We can choose to act like petulant children who just want what we want when we want it. Or, we could choose to pause, zoom out, try to see a bigger picture and consider the fact that there could be a reason that God is limiting us. God has given me a couple of examples of this lately. The first came a few weeks ago. Seemingly out of nowhere, although I know that nothing is random, I began thinking about manna. When the Israelites were on their journey to the promised land, God provided them with manna. There were stipulations, though. They could only gather what they could eat right then, that day. If they took any more than that, it would spoil, except for the day before the Sabbath. On that day, they could gather up twice as much so that they could rest on the Sabbath day. Why would God do that? Why wouldn’t he just give them the ability to store up the manna, so they wouldn’t have to deal with it every single day? We read in Exodus 16:4 that God said to Moses, “I will test them in this to see whether or not they will follow my instructions”. He was absolutely going to deliver on His promise to meet their needs and take care of them, but He also needed for them to stay close to Him, to focus on His word, to stay dependent on Him, and most importantly, to follow His instructions. Not because He’s an egomaniac who just needs our devotion and attention, but because that was how He was going to keep them safe and on the right path. They weren’t ready to be independent of Him yet, they were still too “new” in their journey.
We do everything that we can to give our children everything they need, but do we give it all to them at one time? No. They’re not ready for that. We increase what we give them as they grow and mature and demonstrate an ability to handle the increases. Luke 12:48 tells us, “To whom much is given, much is expected”. God wants us to be free from expectations, free from worry. There are times when He wants us to have the innocence and freedom of childhood. Don’t we, as parents, wish our children would just relax and enjoy their childhoods, instead of them always wishing they were older or wishing that they could do this thing or that thing that they see older kids doing? There are times when God just wants us to stop where we are and let Him be in charge.
Yes, as parents we sometimes limit or restrict our children’s increases and activities as a punishment. Sometimes, though, we do it because we can see a bigger picture of their lives. We can see the possible ramifications of letting them have too much too quickly. They may see that as a punishment, but the truth is that we just want what’s best for them. We know that God is the Way, the Truth, and the Light, so we know that His truth is that He wants what’s best for us. It’s reasonable, then, to believe that there will be times when He will give us our manna. He will absolutely meet our needs. But like manna, we may only be allowed to keep what we need for that moment, that day. In those times He needs for us to cleave to Him, stay close to Him, leaning on His every word and doing only what He tells us is safe and allowable in that moment. We may not yet be ready, or it may not yet be safe for us to store up and go on ahead of Him.
I saw another illustration of this very thing the other day as I was watching a show about hippopotamus. (That is proof right there that God comes to us where we are!) I don’t normally watch a lot of shows about hippopotamuses (or is it hippopotami?), but for some reason I watched this one. They were featuring a mother hippo with her baby. Apparently, hippos are born with the ability to swim underwater for long periods of time and this baby hippo was enjoying playing in the water beside his mother, while she kept watch over him. Hippos may seem like lumbering, slow animals but in actuality they are very fierce and dangerous when they’re attacked. Other predatory animals in the rivers and areas where they live are careful not to mess with the adult hippos. As the baby hippo played and bounced in the water, he became more confident and less attentive to his mother’s presence. Soon he had bounced and jumped far enough away from her that she began to bellow warnings at him. What the baby didn’t realize was that there was a crocodile who was also watching him, waiting for the moment when he got too far away from the protection of his mother. The worst happened, and the baby wandered too far away for its mother to protect it. The crocodile got to the baby before the mother got to the crocodile.
As frustrated as I get when I am limited and unable to reach the goals that I set for myself, I would far prefer this to the crocodile. God has said to us, “Be still and know that I am God.” He’s in charge. He’s in control. He’s told us what we need to do. Be still and know.
When we go through times of resistance, times when it seems like we’re not making any forward progress at all, times when it seems we can’t see our hands in front of our faces, it could very well be because He needs for us to be still and know that He is God; know that He is in charge. He will give us our manna, he will protect us from the crocodiles that would gladly have us for dinner. What we have to do, though, is let Him. Trust that He knows our hearts and that He loves us with a love so big that even though of us with children of our own cannot even begin to comprehend it. We must stay close to Him and listen for his counsel and guidance, trusting in its perfection.
The Foo Fighters have a song called “Times Like These”. It’s one of my favorite songs. Although this band doesn’t label themselves as a Christian band, I have found incredible spiritual truth in their lyrics and music. In this song, the chorus says “It’s times like these we learn to live again. It’s times like these, we give and give again. It’s times like these, we learn to love again. It’s times like these, time and time again.” It is indeed in times like these that we learn so much and God makes us ready for the next steps on our journey.
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