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My Greatest Insecurity

Last week at The Loft, we found out that this week’s topic would be to share our greatest insecurity, and the knot in my stomach formed. I squirmed in my seat. I couldn’t believe what I was reading. After all, our link-up here is only 3 weeks old.

Lean in close…I’ll be honest: I wanted to jump ship.

I considered emailing the co-hosts and telling them that I needed a break for some made-up reason, just to get out of this week. But God wouldn’t let me go. Even as last week’s post went live, I knew what I had to write about, and I continued to see it all week long.
All.
Week.
Long.

I even commented to the other hosts that this week’s topic terrified me. Why? Because my greatest insecurity is not being able to get it right, not being perfect, not being enough.

Just having typed it out there is rather terrifying for a “recovering perfectionist”, and also slightly terrifying…still.

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Someone asks me to do something; they are depending on me. I take that incredibly seriously and don’t want to let them down. I hold myself to such a high standard.

…Such a high standard, that I add stress to my life.
…Such a high standard, that I cause stress for my family.
…Such a high standard, that I don’t always sleep or eat well, putting the activity above my own well-being.

Yes, I know. I really do.

That’s not healthy.

Not only is it not healthy, in fact, it’s very unhealthy - physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. I’m putting something else - an activity - in the place of top priority in my life. And that’s not right.

And all of that is only when I’m asked to do.

What about when it comes to who I am?

Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect.
Matthew 5:48

That verse fed my perfectionist tendencies for so many years. No doubt, I was taking it out of context, not understanding the original language and background of the passage.

But that was my motto for my life, my mantra when I needed to keep things going perfectly well.

After all, I am a wife, a mom, a daughter, sister, friend - these people are all counting on me to fill a special space in their life. Therefore, I need to be perfect. I need to be enough.

Talk about stress. Every time I felt imperfect in life, especially in my role as wife or mother, I would overcompensate by trying to perfect something else.

My calendar became my best friend. I would schedule everything.
EVERYthing.
Because it would make my life look perfect, when I couldn’t make life be perfect.

I succeeded at all of that for a really long time.
I succeeded at all of that for too long.
Come close…hear me as I whisper: Actually, I didn’t really succeed at all.

I didn’t really succeed at all.

Last fall, life unraveled. Things I thought were solid, areas where I was confident that I was being and doing all I could do - they all fell apart.

That was a severe blow to my perfectionist self.

I was pretty sure that my very soul was going to shatter.

Any thoughts, hopes, dreams, even plans of being perfect were gone.

I could hardly even be.
I certainly couldn’t do.

How could I be perfect as my heavenly Father is perfect, if I couldn’t even be?

I couldn’t.

I can’t.

So then what? What does a recovering perfectionist do when being perfect is no longer a possibility?

For me, I went back to the basics.

…’Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind’; and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’
Luke 10:27

The basics - love God, with all of me. And love my neighbor (those around me).

The great thing about when we love God?
He loves us back.

He loves us back.

God took all my desires for perfection, graciously and tenderly walked with me through some of the hardest times I’ve experienced, and taught me that it wasn’t who I am or what I do that gives me worth or value - or security.

It’s Who I love.

It’s that simple.

Where does my security come from, even in the face of my greatest insecurity?

It comes from Who I love.
And from Who loves me back.

But even more than that: it’s not really that God loves me back because I love Him.
It’s that God already loved me.
In reality, I’m loving Him back.

With all my heart.
With all my soul.
With all my strength.
With all my mind.

When I can live in God’s love for me, there’s no need for perfection.
He makes me perfect.

When I can live in God’s love for me, there’s no need for all of the stress.
He makes my way straight.

When I can live in God’s love for me, there’s no need to hide behind my insecurity.
He is my security.

This has been such a hard lesson for me; I’m still a work in progress. There are many days when I feel I don’t measure up - I’m not enough for family, friends, myself. I want to be the best and do the best.

And what does God ask of me?

To love Him.

To completely take my focus off of all I’m trying to be, of all I’m trying to do, and to focus on Him, to love Him.

Because He is the one who can take my greatest insecurity, fill my heart with His love, and strengthen my security in Him.

When I try to be, or do, first, then I really don’t succeed.

When I focus on love first, then God enables me to be and do all that I should.

 

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Relentless

Relentless. I want this to be a word that describes my pursuit of God, and I pray that I continue to move in that direction. What I’m finding, though, is that the more we actively pursue God, the more the enemy ratchets up the attacks on us. He’s relentless in his battle for our soul. I was thinking tonight about how we fight back with God’s Word and with the testimony of what God has done in our lives, and I wanted to share a story, and an idea, with you.

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A year or so ago (maybe longer, time does seem to pass more quickly as I get a little older) my daughter seemed to grasp hold of God’s love on a deeper level. She was so eager to express her love for God, her understanding of salvation and her knowledge that other people needed this salvation.

She got a pack of heart-shaped post-it notes and told me how appropriate they were, as hearts, to express God’s love. I remember thinking that was a nice sentiment.

I was out one day and noticed the transformation almost immediately upon my return home.

Pink hearts.

Everywhere. Kitchen, dining room, living room, doorways, walls, near the ceiling, by the light switch, beside the TV, bedroom doors, a dresser. Everywhere.

With a variety of messages on them expressing her love for God.

She was relentless in expressing her love for God, and in sharing that as best as she knew how. There was no doubt, based on the evidence she left, that she loved Jesus.

Relentless

How about us?

How relentless are we in sharing our faith out loud?

Not just that, though, but how relentless are we in standing up against the enemy when he comes to battle for our soul?

When I’m struggling and the enemy seems to be lurking nearby, I know the right answer is to speak out in faith, and to remind him of the One to Whom we belong.

The enemy is relentless, though. If he can’t take us down - and keep us down - he’ll try to attack in another way. No doubt you’ve stood up time and time again after his attacks, only to be knocked over by a stronger, more powerful hit. It gets exhausting to have to stand back up each time he tries to knock us down, doesn’t it?

Sometimes I can’t think of anything else to say in the face of his attacks other than to say the name of Jesus - and that is certainly THE most powerful thing we can say during a battle with the enemy.

What if…

What if my sweet girl has it right?

What if we took our thoughts about God, our love for Him, our favorite Bible verses, and wrote those on paper to place around the house?

Fix these words of mine in your hearts and minds; tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. Teach them to your children, talking about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates…
Deuteronomy 11: 18-20

Do those who come to visit your home know that you love Jesus? Asking that question of myself.

When the enemy comes knocking, can he see God’s Word lived out in your home, or is it just a book that sits on a shelf? Asking this question of myself, as well.

When he becomes relentless and we’re soul-weary from battle with him, wouldn’t it be wonderful to just look up - to the door, the wall, the light switch - and see a reminder of God’s faithfulness?
To see a reminder that we love God?
To see a reminder that the battle we’re in truly matters?

To see a reminder that the battle we’re in truly matters.

I’ve done this on a small level and it’s worked well. I’ve posted a few favorite verses in various places from time to time. The more I read them, the more I committed them to memory and they have become a part of me.

But I haven’t done this on a large scale like my daughter has done. She was relentless in her acknowledgement of God.

So what am I going to do?

I’m going to be intentional with choosing Bible verses to hang in my home. I want to be more intentional about committing God’s Word to memory. I want my kids to learn these verses, I want them to be etched on their hearts as they continue to learn and grow. I want to point to these verses in our tough moments and say, “Remember this? God is faithful!”

When the enemy comes knocking, as he will, I want to be relentless in my battle with him because I serve a God who is relentless in his love for me!

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Romans 15:13 - The Power of One Small Word

The simplest of ideas often come to me when I’m alone, when I can quiet away the noise of the day, or when I can grab some quiet moments before the day gets going. Today it was a few thoughts on one simple verse, and even beyond that, the meaning of one of the smallest words in the verse. I wanted to share just a few of my thoughts today, a small word study if you will. It’s not anything in-depth, it’s just a few thoughts from my quiet time this morning as I pondered Romans 15:13, and specifically, the word “of”.

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.
Romans 15:13

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I sat thinking about “the God of hope…” and started thinking about “the Queen of England,” or “the Grand Duke of Luxembourg”. From there, I went smaller in my thinking -
*the box of cereal
*the cup of coffee
*the vase of flowers

(Yes, you can probably tell that all this happened around the time that I was gearing up for my morning…coffee, breakfast…just keeping it real here!)

Anyway, what’s so special about “of“? It’s a small word, it doesn’t seem very significant as you read through Romans 15:13, but I’d venture to say it may be one of the most powerful words in the verse.

In all the examples above, the word “of” refers to the one person or item that possesses the other.

For example - the box of cereal - the box holds the cereal
The cup of coffee - the cup holds the coffee
The Queen of England - the queen possesses/holds power over England.
You get the idea.

The God of hope.

That certainly falls in line with the Queen of England and the Grand Duke of Luxembourg - they are the ones who claim sole ownership of a nation, of a particular location, a certain portion of the world.

The God of hope.

Not the God of ‘some hope’.

Not the God of ‘sometimes hope’.

The God of hope.

All of the hope. Every last bit of it.

It’s all His!

He holds all of the hope to give as we need.

Let’s look at the verse again:

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.

Why would the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace?

If I’m the one answering that question, on a personal level, it’s because I can’t seem to find hope in my life in those tough situations, unless I’m focused on the joy and peace that only Jesus can give.

How do we get that joy and peace? By spending time - whether it’s in His Word, whether it’s worship songs, whether it’s prayer - we have to be focused on Him. We have to clear out the other distractions to hear Him speaking to us.

We need to let Him place the peace and joy in our hearts, which will transform our hearts from hopeless, to hope-full. Full to overflowing.

This verse, Romans 15:13, is my prayer for you today - wherever you are, whatever your situation.

Romans 15:13. Amen.

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My Latest Adventure

Today I wanted to try something a little different, so instead of writing the usual blog post, I made a video for this post instead. This is a brief(ish!) message from me, sharing a little about myself and this little corner of the world. This is certainly “an adventure in living boldly” for me (the tagline of this blog), and a journey way outside my comfort zone. On the other hand, I hope it helps us to connect a little more than we might just through written words here on the page.

I’m open to trying these videos from time to time, so if you like it, let me know - I definitely need feedback on this sort of thing and would love to hear your thoughts. And a future video would probably be at a different spot in the house. I chose my favorite spot for this first one, so that I could feel a little more comfortable and confident in sharing with you.

In addition to sharing a little about myself, I’m sharing two of my all-time favorite Bible verses. To this day, I’m not sure why they’re my favorite - maybe because they talk about Jesus’ attitude towards us, maybe because they remind me of the One to whom all the glory is due, maybe because they’re from a short book and so I’ve read them countless times in my life and they’ve stuck with me. Those are all possible reasons that this is one of my favorite passages.

So here it is - my latest adventure in living boldly! Let me know what you think, please - you can share in the comments below, or send me an email. I’d love to hear from you! Keep in mind that this is the first video, so they can really only get better from here, right? I hope so!

 

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Protect the Quarterback

My dad has a way with stories - he’s able to take words and paint a picture with them, to help someone remember the important facts just a little better. He’s done this with Bible stories, family stories, humorous situations, and even life lessons. Recently, Dad and I were talking outside of the church. We were discussing how it’s sometimes very hard to stand in a place of support for someone else. We all want to see our friends and family members make wise decisions and have the time it takes to boldly make the next step in life. Sometimes our job is to get in there and make sure that outside influences don’t get in the way of our loved one making the choices they need to make. And the analogy that Dad made was a football analogy which I’m paraphrasing, and to which I’m adding some of my own thoughts.

In the game of football, it’s the quarterback’s job to advance the ball by passing it or running with it,
depending on the play he calls, or the play the coach determines.
It’s the offensive linemen who give him the time he needs
to execute the call and to get the ball up the field.
The outcome of the game depends on the quarterback having time to do what he needs to do.
Those offensive linemen stand up in front of him to protect him from oncoming hits
and to clear a way for him because they believe in him.
The quarterback doesn’t win a game on his own.
He wins because he was protected and had time to accomplish what he needed to with the team.
He wouldn’t dare tell the linemen that they were unimportant in his victory.
Sometimes we’re the quarterback, other times we’re called to protect the quarterback.

In life, we act as the quarterback of our individual lives. We step out in faith, according to what we believe is God’s will. We have friends and family who stand with us and support us, often in prayer. They storm heaven for us so that we can have the opportunity to do what we believe God is calling us to do.

However, life isn’t just our own. Through friendships, family, and various other relationships, we find ourselves needing to support someone else in their efforts to advance and achieve new goals in their own life.

In those moments, we have the opportunity to say, “No, I’ll stick to advancing my own life,” -or- we have the opportunity to step up, to make a stand and to be the support that someone else needs. If we choose boldly, and I dare say if we choose wisely, we will step in when that person needs us. We will take the opportunity to be the offensive lineman in someone else’s life.

We all know the value of having time and opportunity to make choices in our lives, to advance and to achieve what we set out to do. How foolish it would be to say, “Look what I accomplished,” when, no doubt, we know the sacrifice of many others who stepped in to take the hits for us.

What “hits” am I talking about? Well, have you ever been in a position of support for someone else? Maybe you’ve dealt with a phone call they didn’t want to make, or maybe you’ve done a task that they didn’t have the strength to accomplish. Maybe you’ve taken a meal when a friend was sick, only to fight the flu at your house just a few days later. These are all tough things.

But what I’m really talking about is more along the lines of spiritual warfare. Have you gone to battle in prayer for someone? Have you walked in as the world walked out? Did you stay in and continue to support even when all seemed lost? It’s hard. It gets exhausting. Satan is a strong contender. And doing battle day in and day out, so that someone else can have the time and opportunity to get the help they need, can just about take it out of us.

That’s why it’s so important to remember that we aren’t in this alone. It’s not our place to step in and clear house for a loved one.

Rather, it’s our place to step in, to know the power we have because of our Coach - our Heavenly Father - just as an offensive lineman knows that his coach is trustworthy due to all the time and effort put in to understanding the game of football.

When we step in, when we go to battle to make a way for someone, we are going to get hit.

Consider: you don’t see those big offensive linemen just stand up and shake hands with the defenders, and ask not to get hit, do you? No way! Those guys get in there and they push back with ALL their might. It’s their job to protect the quarterback.

So it is when it’s our turn to step in and support our friends and family. We don’t go in and say, “Um, excuse me, Satan, demons, I’d like for you to go.” You know what would happen if we did that, right? They would laugh! There is no power in those words.

Instead we call out the evil - in Jesus’ name. We declare the power of God in our hearts, in our homes, in our situations, in our loved one’s circumstances. We don’t ask the evil to leave; we get in there and line up against the evil forces and we PUSH BACK with all the power of Jesus behind our words and actions. We push back the darkness with the light of God.

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
-John 1:5

We’re going to get hit, though, just like those linemen. The enemy will keep hitting, maybe even fighting harder since we’re trying to protect a loved one. And that’s where it gets hard to stay in the battle. That’s where our armor had better be strong and fastened properly (Ephesians 6:10-17), because the enemy is strong and he will fight back. If he notices that we start to back down, he will continue to attack us. We will get hit trying to protect our loved one.

The question becomes how much of our support is our loved one worth? Are we willing to stand up again and again for them, to give them the time and support they need? Everyone needs someone’s support; none of us will get anywhere in life without a support system.

These are all important things to consider because sometimes we’ll be the one in need of protection - the quarterback in our own life. Other times, though, we’ll be called on to step in and try to protect a loved one. It will be our turn to protect the quarterback.

 

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The Second Year

This Thursday, March 20th, marks my official one-year anniversary here at this blog. The blog was purchased and created a little before March 20th, but that’s the date that marks my first post at this site. I’d like to take just a few minutes and reflect on what a wonderful first year this has been, and I’d like to look ahead to where I feel God is leading me for the second year.

A year ago, I started on this writing venture for the sole purpose of being obedient to God. I felt a strong call to write about more than just my kids, my life, and special needs. I didn’t know exactly what shape the writing may take, but I went into it fully committed to write what I felt God wanted me to say.

Looking back, I can definitely see God’s hand at work. He has opened doors to write at several other sites, and He has challenged me in my own writing - both the grammatical side of it and the content of it. I have found several wonderful groups of writers with whom to associate - those who can build me up spiritually and those who can encourage the actual craft of my writing.

What a blessing this year has been!

As I was looking ahead to year two, I asked God for something clear. My one word for this calendar year is Hope. But I was asking God for even more clarity for year two of writing. I wanted to be challenged, I wanted to be obedient and I wanted to be genuine.

A few weeks ago, someone mentioned a song that I hadn’t heard yet - Hillsong United’s “Oceans (Where Feet May Fail)”.

Oh, how that song has resonated with me.

This has been a year of learning (or maybe re-learning) trust. Life sometimes takes turns we never expected, and we’re left clinging to Jesus. My prayer is that God continues to lead my heart to full trust in Him.

The opportunity to share my faith in Jesus has come up many times this year in my conversations with people. This has been unexpected as I have a small life. I’m mostly home with our kids, or driving one to a therapy appointment, or taking each of them to various activities. My life is quite full of people who already know Jesus - and that is truly a blessing! This year, though, God has put people inside our church who need salvation, and I have had the privilege of speaking with a few of them about their need for salvation and then praying with them to receive the Lord. This has renewed my heart for the lost.

As I mentioned in another post, this blog has taken a trip to almost half the countries in the world. This has served as a reminder that writing provides any of us an opportunity to get God’s message out to the world. His message can truly reach the world in a method that is without borders. I don’t know how these pages ended up in some of the countries they have been to, but the internet truly makes this a world without borders.

So as I head into the second year of writing, my prayer is in the words of “Oceans (Where Feet May Fail)”:

“You call me out upon the waters
The great unknown where feet may fail
And there I find You in the mystery
In oceans deep
My faith will stand….

Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior”
-Hillsong United

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I will continue to share my life, and I will endeavor to be even more bold in following God’s leading for what He places on my heart to share with you. The reality is that we only walk through life one time, and we aren’t any second chances if we miss out on an opportunity to boldly share our love for Jesus.

Without borders - unlike even a generation ago, you and I have the opportunity to reach around the world. We can encourage others who walk with Jesus, and we can reach out in His name to those who maybe have never heard of His love. We may not know who we minister to, but God does, and all He asks is that we are faithful.

“Spirit, lead me…
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior.”
-Hillsong United

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To The Ends of the World

Dear Friends,

Today seems like a good day to share some great news with you, so that God gets all the glory. As my one-year purchase had nearly come to an end, I was doing a thorough check of my stats to see if it was worth continuing to take up space here online. What I found shocked me (in a good way!), and as I’ve been praying, God keeps giving peace about continuing to share with you here, so that He can carry it to the ends of the world.

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You should know that this will continue to be a space where God’s name will be lifted high.

Here are the reasons for that.

First, the joy of knowing Jesus is overwhelming! He is truly the most important person in my life and I have seen Him work in some amazing ways the past few years, drawing people to Himself, to find salvation and peace.

Second, that thorough look at the stats revealed some amazing information. This little blog has been to 94 of the 195 or 196 (depending on how you count) countries of the world. That means that someone in about half the countries of the world has had a little more access to the gospel. That means that these words have traveled to 6 out of 7 continents of the world, with Antarctica being the only continent that hasn’t had a reader for this blog.

Update: As of July, 2014, this blog has been to 107 countries of the world.
Additionally, it’s been to 33 of the 68 countries that
The Joshua Project lists as countries in the 10/40 window.

God is using this space - and I don’t even know how - to reach around the world, even to countries where the Bible is not welcomed, and where being a Christian can cause major problems for a person.

This opened my eyes to the power, for good, of the internet. God has placed it on my heart to continue sharing His love with a world in need. The fact that I can do that from the comfort and safety of my home is a blessing.

But it’s a blessing I will never take lightly. Having had this first year to test the waters, I have found such safety in knowing that His grace carries us through rough and stormy seas.

Dear friends, God is alive and at work and I am more excited than ever, to be able to share that news with a world who desperately needs Jesus!

I pray you will join me in this adventure. If a particular post speaks to your heart, will you share it? Pass it along to others who need to hear God’s words, share it on your Facebook page or whatever social media you use. It’s not for my glory - it’s never my desire for you to see me here, but rather that you meet Jesus here - for the first time, or for the millionth time. This is a place for His glory, and I will continue to work so that His Word goes to the ends of the world.

 

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Believing in our Significance

Significance. Worth. Value. Purpose.

What if we believed in these words? I mean, truly believed in the power behind them.
Sure, we believe in these words, as they relate to others.

We believe that people have significance, we believe that people have worth and value.
We probably even believe that people have purpose.
No doubt we attribute some of these characteristics to certain professions -
doctors, nurses, educators, pastors, leaders, and others.

What about ourselves, though?

Do we really believe these things about ourselves?
If I’m being honest, I know I don’t always believe these words about myself.

Do you?

What if we did believe these words about ourselves?

What if we believed we were as deserving of these words as anyone else may be?
What if we truly believed that we have

significance,
worth,
value,
purpose.

What would our lives look like?

If we can grasp our significance here, we just may change the world - what's the one thing holding us back? || rebekahmhallberg.com

I have had several kinds of conversations recently that got me thinking about these things. The first kind of conversation is the one where you sit with a friend and as you talk you express, to them, the value that they bring to your life. You talk about the qualities they have that make your own life more worthwhile - maybe their sincerity or their loyalty, perhaps even their humor. You spend time thanking your friend for this role they have in your life.

And then it happens.
Your friend says they don’t believe you;
they don’t really see that they offer those qualities in the friendship.

Now at this point, several things run through my mind, in no particular order.

First - Would I sit here and say these things to my friend if they weren’t true? Would I offer this as my perspective just for the fun of it?
Second - I believe in my friend; why doesn’t my friend believe in their own potential that they’re already making use of in the world?
Third - How can I make these statements to my friends in a manner that would cause an impact in their lives?
Fourth - What if my friends truly believed these things about themselves?

The second type of conversation that I’ve had recently, that has me thinking about our significance, worth, value, and purpose has also been with friends. A friend and I might be in conversation, and they begin to express their gratitude for qualities I bring to their life, as a friend. I sit there and listen to what the person says, and then it happens.

I look at them and say something like,
“But am I really making a difference in your life?”
I don’t really see that I’m offering those qualities in the friendship.

Or maybe we discuss the things we do - as moms, as women, as leaders, as mentors, as friends, but we fail to grasp the impact that we have in doing these things.

One of my favorite movies is It’s a Wonderful Life.
The main character, George Bailey, gets an opportunity to view life, as he knew it,
but with one twist: he’s never been born.
The people he knows, the town he lives in, all of life as he knows it - continues to go on.
But he sees how vastly different it all is because he is not there.
While he feels frustrated in what his life has become,
through choices he made in tough situations -
he’s a small-town building & loans official
who can barely stay in business thanks to the major bank in town
-
he sees that his life has impacted many, just because he was there.

 

What did he do that was so impacting in their lives? Really, not much. He went to work, he was a family man, he was a friend to many. He offered who he was - the traits and characteristics that made him who he was - to those with whom he came in contact.

And it made a lasting impact,
to the point where life was vastly different when he was not in it.

So what holds us back from viewing the lasting impact that we can make on others? What prevents us from finding the value, worth and purpose in the opportunities we have, whether it’s our family, our job, our ministries, or even (for me) our writing?

The answer is shockingly simple. So simple that, surely, there must be more.

The enemy does not want us believing that we can do any good, or have any significance, or be of any worth or value to someone.

That’s it. Right there.

That is the reason we don’t believe that we are significant, or of worth. That is the reason that we don’t believe that we have purpose, or that the tasks we’ve been called to have any value.

The enemy wants to block us from that because he knows that if he can block us from believing in our own significance here on Earth, then our lives won’t impact others as they were designed to.

Dear Friend,

God put us here, in this day, for a purpose!

He could have formed us and placed us at any spot in history. He could have put us in the early church, or in the generation prior to cars being invented. He could have placed us in the middle of the deserts of Africa if that was His plan. We may have grown up in war-torn lands, or in highly influential families if that was where He could use us.

But we are here - you living your life, and me living mine - as we are, in the capacities that we are (wife, mother, leader, writer, for me), for a reason.

If we believe God to be Who He says He is, then we have to believe that His plan for our lives is just that - HIS plan. He authors eternity - do you (do I) really think it’s a mistake that we’re here now?

NO! By NO means! God has a purpose, a plan for us today.

The question becomes -

If we believe God, can we trust His plan for our lives?

God is all-powerful. He created the world. He created us in the world. He placed us here, now.

That, right there, gives us an overflowing measure of significance, worth, value, and purpose.

When I sit here and wonder if these words are resonating with anyone, I have to check myself. See, God didn’t call me to write for you, or even to you. God called me to write what He puts on my heart. For Him. Maybe this is my act of worship, maybe this is the way that He knows He has a hold of my heart. Maybe my heart works to serve Him in this way. I don’t fully know.

But I do know that there is nothing else that grabs hold of my heart like writing does. There is nothing else that I labor over so vigilantly. This stuff here, it keeps me up at nights. I often lie in the darkness with something on my heart, only to realize that sleep isn’t coming until I’ve put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard.

I love these words from the book of Esther, when Mordecai persuades Esther to appear before the king -

When Esther’s words were reported to Mordecai, he sent back this answer: “Do not think that because you are in the king’s house you alone of all the Jews will escape. For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance for the Jews will arise from another place, but you and your father’s family will perish. And who knows but that you have come to your royal position for such a time as this?”

Then Esther sent this reply to Mordecai: “Go, gather together all the Jews who are in Susa, and fast for me. Do not eat or drink for three days, night or day. I and my attendants will fast as you do. When this is done, I will go to the king, even though it is against the law. And if I perish, I perish.”
Esther 4:12-16

I think that if we grasp our significance here, with a strong head-knowledge, it can make a difference in our lives.

But if we grasp our significance here,
with a strong heart-knowledge, we just may change the world.

 

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I Took the Long Way Home Today

I probably could have been home twenty minutes earlier if I had kept up with traffic, and taken the shorter route home. I took the long way home today, though. Things have been a little up in the air for me lately, but that’s not why I drove more slowly and took turns that would make our trip longer.

Today I wanted to get home. I had things I wanted to do after my son’s two hours of therapy and then an hour drive home. As a parent, though, it’s not always about me.

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My 3rd grader has to read several novels this year. Honestly, this is one of the hardest parts of our schooling venture as reading comprehension is such a struggle for him. His list of novels includes some that I knew would be a little too easy, and some that would definitely be too hard.

He chose Johnny Tremain as one of his novels to read. It is such a great piece of literature and really makes the Boston Tea Party and the Revolutionary War era come alive for young minds!

However, I knew, going into it, that this book would be one that was much too hard for him, in terms of comprehension. He seemed determined, though, even if he could only read 1 or 2 pages at a time. We had the novel list over the summer, and he actually started this book in August.

322 pages of Revolutionary War era historical fiction - it doesn’t get much better for a young boy who loves to study about wars, guns, the effects on culture and economy, and so forth. However, at only 1-2 pages at a time? This book was bordering on torture for me - constant reminders to please read a few more pages.

“Try to finish a section,” I begged, “and maybe even a whole chapter!”

Only to be met with, “No possible way! This book is too hard for me to read too much of at one time.”

GREAT realization of his own needs, if I do say so myself! But, it did not bode well for finishing a 322-page book. (And yes, I do know I’ve already mentioned that the book has 322 pages. It just seems to bear repeating.)

When we were getting ready to go to therapy today, I asked him to take his book and work on getting it done. He was on page 288, so I was moderately hopeful! After eating some lunch, he had a little while to read, and read the 12 pages to get to page 300.

He read 12 pages on the drive to therapy. That meant 22 pages to read on the way home. I wasn’t hopeful.

And then we started driving. He’d give me little progress reports. He’d peek out from behind the seat and say, “Page 304!” Or he’d comment about what was happening on page 307. As we sat in a little traffic, I realized we could maybe - just maybe - get this book finished…if…I took the long way home today.

And so I slowed down. I didn’t keep pace with people in the left or middle lane. Rather I slowed down to the speed of people in the slow lane. (Around here, that’s the lane where people *only* drive about 5 miles per hour *over* the speed limit. Not really “the slow lane”; I realize that.)

As it worked, there was an accident on a separate road and so it took longer to get to our exit, and I chose to view that as a blessing (in order to give him more time with his book) rather than to be frustrated that the drive home was taking even longer.

As we got closer to our neighborhood, I made the choice to stay on the main road rather than take a short cut. I had to chuckle when I rounded the big bend in the road, only to find out that we were behind a long school bus, which could not drive up the hills very quickly.

And so he read more pages.

And then we got to our town. In the spirit of really taking the long way home, I opted out of the final “shortcut” and drove through the center of town. We waited in a couple long lines of traffic at a red light, we had several stop signs on our route, and I drove down the final small hill at about 10 miles per hour. I went about as far out of my way as I could, while still trying to get us home.

He wasn’t finished.

I turned slowly into our driveway, disheartened because he hadn’t finished.

I put the van in park.

And then I heard, “I’m DONE,” and I saw the biggest I’ll-show-you-all-my-teeth-because-I’m-so-happy-this-is-DONE grin!

Several months, 322 pages, a great historical fiction book - DONE!

I hope he always remembers how happy he felt to have finished this book. I hope he feels pride in his effort, and that maybe, just maybe, he actually will remember some of what he read!

And though he won’t ever really know why he was successful at completing the book on this day, I will know.

I’ll know that it’s because I took the long way home today.

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Unless the Lord Builds the House

I’m sharing a week’s worth of devotionals this week, using the word AUTUMN and choosing a verse that begins with each of those letters.

Here’s where we are so far -
A: Ask and it shall be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. Matthew 7:7

Today we’re moving on to the next letter.

U: Unless the Lord builds the house, the builders labor in vain…. Psalm 127:1

I am not a builder. When it comes to building houses with Lego or Lincoln Logs, my kids know I’m pretty much hopeless. Don’t get me wrong - I will try. But if you want a Lego house with anything more than the most basic structure, I’m not the one to ask. It’s pretty much a given that my efforts will be in vain.

But when my husband builds a Lego house, it looks like a pretty impressive structure - one that any self-respecting Lego person would love to live in! My husband is the one with Lego skills; it comes easily for him. Therefore, the kids will ask him to do the building.

We, as people, can construct things on small scales because we can have some control over that. We can even construct things on a larger scale - like an actual house, that families can live in - because we can operate within the constraints of that size and scale.

Unless the Lord builds the houseBut what about the spiritual level? We can’t see or know what’s going on in the spiritual realm. We didn’t create the spiritual level, we can’t control anything that goes on in that realm like we can in the physical realm.

So why would we trust spiritual growth and development to anyone but God? He created the spiritual level. He knows and understands it. He put us on the earth at this particular time in history for a reason.

As I work to nurture my children’s spiritual development, it’s not something I can do on my own. I can know of the spiritual realm, I can know the battles that go on, but I cannot control the spiritual realm. Only God can. I want my children to continue to develop their relationship with God, and I can lead and point the way, but that relationship is between the child and God.

As parents, we have to trust God to build the spiritual house that our children will live in, because we cannot construct that for them. We can lay the foundation, provide support for the relationship in terms of sharing our relationship with God, but we cannot force them to have their own relationship with God. We have to leave that between them and God.

I’m grateful that our children made decisions for God at an early age, but I know there will be times where they will need to revisit their decision and continue to see that relationship grow and develop. I have to trust that as they pursue that relationship with God, He will continue to remain faithful in building their spiritual house.

I’m grateful for the opportunity to work on putting these posts together for Autumn Inspiration Week. Feel free to stop by and read some of the posts by some other fabulous bloggers.

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Other posts in this series:
Autumn Inspiration Week
A: Ask, Seek, Knock
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