I wonder if God chuckles to himself when He hears our plans.
Like a father hearing his little son talk about how, when he grows up, he want to be a ninja and he'll throw Chinese stars and master nunchucks and NO bad guys will ever beat him up because he's a ninja. And the father knows that the son probably won't be a ninja, he'll probably grow up to be something else, like a data analyst, but he doesn't bother to tell the son that because, for now, why can't he dream ninja-dreams?
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Breaking
So here's a list of things you shouldn't say to God unless you really mean them:
1. I want to live a "Sermon on the Mount" lifestyle.
2. If you have to take me through a desert in order to solidify within me my calling, my purpose, and to build something REAL in me, do it.
3. Lord, simplify my life.
I've said all of those things in the last 2 months. Guess what? God listens and answers. However, those prayers, said in moments of desolation and desperation in my time with God, gave permission for God to do what he needed to do in order to have more of my life. That means getting rid of things that may distract me and pull me away from Him. And sometimes, the stripping away is hard. It involves changing relationships, changing focus, and changing the very paradigm through which I view the world.
It may mean suffering a broken heart. I've been dealing with a broken heart this week. It hurt. It was painful. But in the middle of it all, I knew that God was right next to me. Psalm 34:18 says:
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted;
he rescues those whose spirits are crushed.
Amazingly, in what has been a really hard time, I've felt God, my friend, my dad, sitting right next to me. When the crying was over and the reality was there, staring me in the face, there was this reminder:
Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.
In a time where I would normally fall apart, I simply said to God, my heart is broken; would you please be near me? And he was. I asked him, would you comfort me? And he did.
And for the first time in a long time, I feel like he's truly where he needs to be in my life.
I'm looking to Him, and I'm radiant with the expectation of seeing His glory in my life. Does that mean things will turn out the way I want them to? Or that, like a spoiled child, I'll get everything I want? Probably not! God is sovereign. If things need to happen in my life that I think are crappy so that his bigger plan can take place, so be it. This story is much bigger than me. I just need to remember that.
What's beautiful is that, in the middle of the sovereignty, in the middle of the bigger picture, he tells me this:
Even strong young lions sometimes go hungry,
but those who trust in the Lord will lack no good thing.
1. I want to live a "Sermon on the Mount" lifestyle.
2. If you have to take me through a desert in order to solidify within me my calling, my purpose, and to build something REAL in me, do it.
3. Lord, simplify my life.
I've said all of those things in the last 2 months. Guess what? God listens and answers. However, those prayers, said in moments of desolation and desperation in my time with God, gave permission for God to do what he needed to do in order to have more of my life. That means getting rid of things that may distract me and pull me away from Him. And sometimes, the stripping away is hard. It involves changing relationships, changing focus, and changing the very paradigm through which I view the world.
It may mean suffering a broken heart. I've been dealing with a broken heart this week. It hurt. It was painful. But in the middle of it all, I knew that God was right next to me. Psalm 34:18 says:
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted;
he rescues those whose spirits are crushed.
Amazingly, in what has been a really hard time, I've felt God, my friend, my dad, sitting right next to me. When the crying was over and the reality was there, staring me in the face, there was this reminder:
Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.
In a time where I would normally fall apart, I simply said to God, my heart is broken; would you please be near me? And he was. I asked him, would you comfort me? And he did.
And for the first time in a long time, I feel like he's truly where he needs to be in my life.
I'm looking to Him, and I'm radiant with the expectation of seeing His glory in my life. Does that mean things will turn out the way I want them to? Or that, like a spoiled child, I'll get everything I want? Probably not! God is sovereign. If things need to happen in my life that I think are crappy so that his bigger plan can take place, so be it. This story is much bigger than me. I just need to remember that.
What's beautiful is that, in the middle of the sovereignty, in the middle of the bigger picture, he tells me this:
Even strong young lions sometimes go hungry,
but those who trust in the Lord will lack no good thing.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Starting Over
Every year, without fail, I look towards January 1 as the start of something new. A clean slate... a fresh start... a chance to do-over stuff that I didn't quite accomplish last year. An opportunity to tackle an area of my character that needs improvement. Unfortunately, most years I don't accomplish EVERY goal that I set forth. I may succeed in reaching one or two goals, and maybe take steps toward achieving some of the larger goals, but there are other goals that I never quite reach. For instance, for the past two years, one of my goals has been to get out of credit card debt. I've written the vision, looked at it daily, thought about it, yearned for it... but this year, once again, my goal is to get out of debt. Didn't quite make it last year. In fact, I may have added to the debt a little (darn it, iTunes!!). I had another goal last year of starting my Richer Life group. Even though I didn't want to (it was hard to do!), I did it, and it was the best thing I endeavored to do last year. My life has changed because of that group. So, success!
On January 1 I was reading Genesis 1. Good place to start at the beginning of the year, right? Well as I was reading about how God created everything, I was thinking about some little sections of the verses. Look at verse 11:
The land produced vegetation—all sorts of seed-bearing plants, and trees with seed-bearing fruit. Their seeds produced plants and trees of the same kind. And God saw that it was good.
And 24-25:
Then God said, “Let the earth produce every sort of animal, each producing offspring of the same kind—livestock, small animals that scurry along the ground, and wild animals.” And that is what happened. God made all sorts of wild animals, livestock, and small animals, each able to produce offspring of the same kind. And God saw that it was good.
Pretty cool that, at the beginning of time, God envisioned what he wanted, created it, and then set a system in place so that it could propel itself without Him having to be involved. Like, every time a blade of grass needs to grow, God doesn't have to point his finger to earth and zap the ground to make it happen. It produces after its own kind. There's a system in place - a seed drops to the earth, grows, and produces more seed. God started it, and then he created a way for it to continue.
We start out a year wanting to bring certain characteristics or goals or tangible change into fruition in our lives. This year I want to love more, discipline myself in my talents and gifts, develop healthier habits, and, (gulp) get out of debt. These are just a FEW of my goals. But I can't just point my finger at my goal and make it happen. Wishing and hoping won't make it happen. I need a system in place in order to reach my resolutions. I need to think about real, measurable goals and realistic, do-able steps in which to make my genesis more than just another year full of empty promises. I think we set ourselves up for failure when we make a resolution but don't come up with a game plan.
Not only am I approaching my resolutions with a game plan, but I'm preparing for some of the changes to make me uncomfortable. When I change things that my flesh has gotten used to, like trading soda for water and eating salad instead of cheese fries (oh, Outback! How I love thee!), it sucks (pardon my french). When I have to pass by that new dress in the store and instead use the money I would have spent on it to pay towards my credit card bill, it's not fun. And I have to prepare my mind for that. Changing my life is hard at first, but the benefits outweigh the present pain.
Hopefully, at the end of 2009, I can look at all my goals (or most of them), and the steps I used to achieve them and say, like God did, "It is GOOD!" And hopefully Capital One will have one less customer!
On January 1 I was reading Genesis 1. Good place to start at the beginning of the year, right? Well as I was reading about how God created everything, I was thinking about some little sections of the verses. Look at verse 11:
The land produced vegetation—all sorts of seed-bearing plants, and trees with seed-bearing fruit. Their seeds produced plants and trees of the same kind. And God saw that it was good.
And 24-25:
Then God said, “Let the earth produce every sort of animal, each producing offspring of the same kind—livestock, small animals that scurry along the ground, and wild animals.” And that is what happened. God made all sorts of wild animals, livestock, and small animals, each able to produce offspring of the same kind. And God saw that it was good.
Pretty cool that, at the beginning of time, God envisioned what he wanted, created it, and then set a system in place so that it could propel itself without Him having to be involved. Like, every time a blade of grass needs to grow, God doesn't have to point his finger to earth and zap the ground to make it happen. It produces after its own kind. There's a system in place - a seed drops to the earth, grows, and produces more seed. God started it, and then he created a way for it to continue.
We start out a year wanting to bring certain characteristics or goals or tangible change into fruition in our lives. This year I want to love more, discipline myself in my talents and gifts, develop healthier habits, and, (gulp) get out of debt. These are just a FEW of my goals. But I can't just point my finger at my goal and make it happen. Wishing and hoping won't make it happen. I need a system in place in order to reach my resolutions. I need to think about real, measurable goals and realistic, do-able steps in which to make my genesis more than just another year full of empty promises. I think we set ourselves up for failure when we make a resolution but don't come up with a game plan.
Not only am I approaching my resolutions with a game plan, but I'm preparing for some of the changes to make me uncomfortable. When I change things that my flesh has gotten used to, like trading soda for water and eating salad instead of cheese fries (oh, Outback! How I love thee!), it sucks (pardon my french). When I have to pass by that new dress in the store and instead use the money I would have spent on it to pay towards my credit card bill, it's not fun. And I have to prepare my mind for that. Changing my life is hard at first, but the benefits outweigh the present pain.
Hopefully, at the end of 2009, I can look at all my goals (or most of them), and the steps I used to achieve them and say, like God did, "It is GOOD!" And hopefully Capital One will have one less customer!
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Backseat Driving
The other night we were leaving my grandma's house after a Christmas celebration. She lives out in the country, and the weather was quite treacherous, with worse fog than any I have ever seen (even in Florida). To make it worse, her entire driveway was a sheet of ice, and to get to the road from her driveway, we had to drive uphill. With five people crowded into my mom's little Nissan Maxima, our car didn't stand a chance. No matter how much my dad accelerated, the car just slid backward and to the side, fishtailing and threatening to send us off the road and into the snow. As soon as the trouble started, I was insistent that we just get out of the car and stay the night at my grandma's house to wait for the ice to melt a little and the fog to let up. Soon, however, my uncle and cousin were standing alongside our car, pushing in hopes of helping us get onto the street. This was especially frightening - a several-thousand pound automobile, sliding uncontrollably with two men standing alongside on the slippery ice. At once, my cousin lost his footing, almost sliding under the car. I screamed, sure that our car would run over him. It didn't, thankfully, and with another shove and some acceleration, we finally made it onto the road. This wasn't the end of the danger, however. Driving through the country, my dad had to have my brother look out the passenger side window to ensure that the car was still on the road due to the thick fog. The entire time, I watched from the back seat, cringing at the sight of oncoming headlights, worrying that the next turn or stop would cause us to crash.
I've been thinking a lot about what it means to be as a child before God, comparing it to my own childhood trust of my dad, and analyzing where the breakdown was - when I became aware that my earthly father was fallible and my well-being could possibly be out of his control. As a kid in his car, before I learned how to drive, I was just along for the ride. Never thought about how we would get to the destination, or asked "what if?" - What if the tire blew? What if he fell asleep at the wheel? What if he lost control of the car? It was only later, after getting into a car accident with him, that I began to doubt his ability to get me from point A to B safely. If the traffic was clear and the weather was good, then I didn't give it a second thought. But the moment that the variables changed, there I was, watching every move, making sure that he didn't do anything that might cause an accident or endanger our lives.
Being a child before God is going back to the realization that my Dad is one who cannot fail. There is NO possibility of Him losing control of my life, or of my existence being threatened when I'm in his hands. He's the best at EVERYTHING. In some ways, I still feel that way about my earthly father - he's the best preacher, the best guitar player, the best counselor. But being a child before God is knowing, with complete certainty and trust, that He is THE man. The strongest. The best. The most able. And a life lived with Him is a life of freedom in knowing that, in His hands, I am safe. I love Romans 8:15-17 in the Message Bible:
This resurrection life you received from God is not a timid, grave-tending life. It's adventurously expectant, greeting God with a childlike "What's next, Papa?" God's Spirit touches our spirits and confirms who we really are. We know who he is, and we know who we are: Father and children.
The life I long to have is a thrilling one- trusting God through the unknown, the ups and downs, the ins and outs. Like a little child in her dad's arms, being thrown in the air or turned upside down... that lump-in-the-throat, heart-racing, giggling in expectation feeling, knowing that however he throws you or tosses you or turns you, he's gonna catch you. He always has, he always will. Because he's dad. And that's what dads do.
I've been thinking a lot about what it means to be as a child before God, comparing it to my own childhood trust of my dad, and analyzing where the breakdown was - when I became aware that my earthly father was fallible and my well-being could possibly be out of his control. As a kid in his car, before I learned how to drive, I was just along for the ride. Never thought about how we would get to the destination, or asked "what if?" - What if the tire blew? What if he fell asleep at the wheel? What if he lost control of the car? It was only later, after getting into a car accident with him, that I began to doubt his ability to get me from point A to B safely. If the traffic was clear and the weather was good, then I didn't give it a second thought. But the moment that the variables changed, there I was, watching every move, making sure that he didn't do anything that might cause an accident or endanger our lives.
Being a child before God is going back to the realization that my Dad is one who cannot fail. There is NO possibility of Him losing control of my life, or of my existence being threatened when I'm in his hands. He's the best at EVERYTHING. In some ways, I still feel that way about my earthly father - he's the best preacher, the best guitar player, the best counselor. But being a child before God is knowing, with complete certainty and trust, that He is THE man. The strongest. The best. The most able. And a life lived with Him is a life of freedom in knowing that, in His hands, I am safe. I love Romans 8:15-17 in the Message Bible:
This resurrection life you received from God is not a timid, grave-tending life. It's adventurously expectant, greeting God with a childlike "What's next, Papa?" God's Spirit touches our spirits and confirms who we really are. We know who he is, and we know who we are: Father and children.
The life I long to have is a thrilling one- trusting God through the unknown, the ups and downs, the ins and outs. Like a little child in her dad's arms, being thrown in the air or turned upside down... that lump-in-the-throat, heart-racing, giggling in expectation feeling, knowing that however he throws you or tosses you or turns you, he's gonna catch you. He always has, he always will. Because he's dad. And that's what dads do.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Change
Monday I was sitting at the volunteer desk at the church, doing my weekly Monday duties, and the Aftercare assistant for City of Life Christian Academy walked a line of four year olds to the bathrooms for a restroom break. I was sitting, half-listening to the madness that IS this time of the day (and secretly thinking, "Wow I'm glad I'm not teaching anymore!") when I heard the following exchange:
Assistant: Line up, guys. You (points to kid) be the line leader.
Four year old: But I'm the line leader!! Why does she get to be the line leader?
Assistant: Because sometimes we need change. It helps us grow inside.
At first I laughed, because that was a pretty cute way to break it down for a four year old. But then I realized - I need the reason for change explained to me on a four-year-old level too!!
Assistant: Line up, guys. You (points to kid) be the line leader.
Four year old: But I'm the line leader!! Why does she get to be the line leader?
Assistant: Because sometimes we need change. It helps us grow inside.
At first I laughed, because that was a pretty cute way to break it down for a four year old. But then I realized - I need the reason for change explained to me on a four-year-old level too!!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Becoming a YES Man
A movie is coming out with Jim Carrey where he decides to say "Yes" to everything instead of his usual response, "No." Believe it or not, a few years ago I made that same decision when it came to when, where, and how I used the gifts God has given me.
I was struggling with fear about the future and questions about what God's purpose for my life was relating to singing when I read an amazing prayer by Dag Hammarskjold, a former secretary of the U.N.:
For all that has been, thanks. For all that shall be, YES.
That quote totally blew the lid off of my entire perspective of how and when and where I used my talents. To say YES to all that would come, no matter what it was, was the total opposite of how I had led my life up to that point. Previous to this, I would pick and choose opportunities that were given to me to sing based on how comfortable I felt with the crowd, the venue, and the specifications. Unfortunately, my choosing left me frustrated and limited. In the midst of this frustration, I made a conscious decision, a commitment to God, to say YES any time I was given an opportunity to minister through singing.
This, as you can imagine, did not lead to the most glamourous of opportunities. I've led worship before hundreds of prisoners - murderers, rapists, thieves... all redeemed and seeking God with the same (or more intense) passion that you'd find in your local church. I've sung in nursing homes, before people who looked less than coherent; I've led worship for elementary-aged kids in Kids Church for several years (actually, this was my favorite!). Let's not forget about the little pentecostal churches where the first measure of the song led Sister So-And-So to start dancing and start shouting in tongues. On the opposite spectrum, I've sang at a few very traditional churches where you could've heard crickets after each song... no response, not an eyelash batted (try singing a crazy gospel song about Jesus returning on a white horse in front of this type of crowd... more than one eyebrow was raised)! All of them not the most glamourous, not the most comfortable, and not the most desirable situations.
But me choosing to say YES did some really powerful things in me:
1. I believe that it made me a good steward over my talents. I believe God is looking for people who are willing and available. When he sees someone with a YES attitude, and that attitude is proven by action, I believe He knows that he can entrust us with other opportunities.
2. I believe that it humbled me. Every opportunity is your "big opportunity," because everyone needs to experience God's presence in a BIG way. You can be the vehicle that God uses to get through to people - pretty cool! Prisoners need to be led in worship just as much as the Sunday morning crowd. The Spirit of God can move and touch people in the most traditional AND the most radical of churches. Both children in Kid's Church and the elderly in nursing homes can be changed by the presence of God as we lift up earnest, pure worship to Him.
3. Most practically, practice makes perfect. Saying YES will open up opportunities to hone your skills as a singer and worship leader. You learn what works, what doesn't work.
I encourage you, if you're frustrated with where you're at, to start saying YES! Don't look at any opportunity as sub-par. Take every offer. Just because it doesn't fit your idea of how you thought God would use you doesn't mean that it's not a great opportunity. Be faithful with your gift. He'll open doors you can't imagine.
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Hurts so Good
The Christian life is one of continual surrender. Someone famous said that... I don't know who. But it's true.
Sometimes there are areas of hardness in my heart that become roadblocks between the Lord and i. When I ask him to penetrate them, and he does, it can be so painful... almost tactile, a ripping away of what i've allowed to be established so firmly.
God is jealous for me. He will have all of me, and he won't relent until he does. Sometimes that involves him eliminating the props that we stand on... the empy things we grasp onto to fill the place that he should occupy. Little idols cast great shadows.
In the end, it's good... it hurts, but its good.
Sometimes there are areas of hardness in my heart that become roadblocks between the Lord and i. When I ask him to penetrate them, and he does, it can be so painful... almost tactile, a ripping away of what i've allowed to be established so firmly.
God is jealous for me. He will have all of me, and he won't relent until he does. Sometimes that involves him eliminating the props that we stand on... the empy things we grasp onto to fill the place that he should occupy. Little idols cast great shadows.
In the end, it's good... it hurts, but its good.
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