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Phil. 2:15-16 MSG

“Go out into the world uncorrupted, a breath of fresh air in this squalid and polluted society.
Provide people with a glimpse of good living and of the living God. Carry the light-giving Message into the night.”
Phil. 2:15-16 MSG

Showing posts with label surrender. Show all posts
Showing posts with label surrender. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

The Changing Table


It wasn’t planned and the decision wasn’t extraordinary, it was just a typical day and a realization that it was finally time.  Months ago we talked about how the day would soon come, we anticipated it and came real close to going through with it but it just wasn’t time and deep down inside my mama heart I didn’t want to rush it.  Life caught up with us, our attention was consumed with big boy undies, dashes to the potty and over-exuberant cheers of victory.  In the midst of it all, the changing table stayed right where it has been for three years – taking up much of the one bathroom that five of us share, holding washcloths, wipes and whatever anyone decided to throw on it. 
But one day, I knew it was time and that we didn’t need it anymore. 


The moving of the changing table came as a great relief until I began to scrub the wall behind it.  In that moment, in a pile of dust and random objects, the memories came flooding.  I remembered the moment it was given to us and how I imagined all the sweet-smelling babies it would hold.  With each swelling of my belly, I would anxiously, tediously set things in place upon it in preparation of their lives filling our own.  It was there through the late nights and long days, the dirtiest of messes and the added-up hours of leaning in close to smell soft skin.  It was where our babies would coo and squirm as we’d “ooo and awe.”  As they grew they would crawl up to the top to get a little closer as they’d tell us stories.   They’d stand on top to admire haircuts and wait for kisses. 




So much life and love had happened surrounding the changing table.  I sat down on a stool, looking around at a bathroom now completely undone in the process of change and in that moment joy and sorrow abided.  As my mama heart went through snapshots and years gone by, the gentle whisper came that this really is going to be alright, that better things are ahead and life requires adjusting from time to time.  God was using this picture of a parenthood milestone to give me a glimpse at the transition He’s asking us to make in our lives. 

Parenting is a thing I could understand from my human perspective.  Our children are growing and in that there is out-growing of things they once needed, things we depended on to care for them and raise them.  Many memories were made in those years of raising babies but much is to be anticipated as we transition out of the baby-phase of parenting.  Even as my heart aches at those days becoming only memories, I am rejoicing at the beauty of my children growing strong and the changing roles we take on as parents as they do. 

For months, God has been working in our hearts to trust Him beyond a perspective we can understand.  He was asking us to let go of things that we once depended on and in ways needed, places where there was certainly life and love surrounding, but places that were now in the way.  There’s an eternal perspective that we can’t quite grasp due to our humanness, a perspective that requires faith and trust in a God who knows our hearts and everything that we need. 

This day on a bathroom floor, in the midst of undoing I saw my heart.  A heart that has allowed God to mold and shape, to move out big things to make more room for Him, to rearrange and shift but also one that can get anxious in the process.  A heart that at times can slam to door shut and scream “WAIT! Are you sure?” as though God is anything other than sure. 

How silly it would have been for me to get up from that stool, get the changing table and place it back claiming I wasn’t ready for my children to outgrow it and that I liked the way it restricted our space.  What would I have looked like if I took all the things set aside to throw away and put them back, let the dust cling fast to the wall and slumped down in pride that I got it all back where it once was?  Instead I rose up from the stool and continued forward.  I cleaned.  I purged.  I made room.  Not only in our bathroom but in my heart. I decided that my small steps of considering when the day would come were no longer enough.


  “A child of God is never out of the notice of God” – Pastor Tom Sprowls, Jr.

“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past.  See, I am doing a new thing!”  Isaiah 43:19


It is time.  Time to let go of the old, to allow memories to be enough and to open our hearts to changing.  Although we may not fully understand and it may look like an upheaval of a mess, it’s time to trust that there is freedom because of the process.   It is time to have confidence in a Father who will meet our every need as we adjust our lives to what He’s calling us to.  Time to believe that the same God who spoke creation into existence is creating another chapter of our story. 

There comes a time in all our lives when we can choose to stay in what we know or embrace the unknown where God calls.  A place that requires adjusting and changing, possibly unknown to us but certainly known to Him.  A place that is good, wholesome and revives the soul.  

And without planning and no extraordinary measures, you somehow just know it is time.

“My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.”  Psalm 121:2


"She wasn't born for greatness, she didn't go to school for it, she just learned that sometimes God has a plan so big only He can see it and all she had to do was believe.. yep, she was just a regular kid, just like you.”
-Veggie Tales

The kids were watching this movie as I was finishing writing and this was what I heard in the background.  That may just be extraordinary...

Friday, April 3, 2015

Beautifully Broken Offering

There was Jesus. 
There was a woman.
She gave him all she had, broke it right there in His presence.
 
“While he was in Bethany, reclining at the table in the home of a man known as Simon the Leper, a woman came with an alabaster jar of very expensive perfume, made of pure nard.  She broke the jar and poured the perfume on his head…” 
Mark 14:3

There was Jesus.
There was a woman.
He received her offering, and he called it beautiful.


“She has done a beautiful thing to me.”  Mark 14:6

Her offering anointed him for the grave. 
Her offering rose as a fragrance to an Almighty God - a God who would choose a woman like us as frail, broken, human beings to anoint the Savior of the World. 

            Our brokenness literally put Christ in the grave. 
            Our offering our full selves is what made His death a beautiful thing.
            A death that He overcame. 

There needs to come a time when we do give up, when we call it quits to our own striving and our own doing and go running to our Father.  Because He has the answer, He sent the Answer.  For our arms to reach out and admit that we are such a mess, that we have fallen so far from all we are meant to be, that we’re undone and the unsaid is lingering too long. 

To know that when we pour ourselves out as a fragrant offering, no matter how broken or wrong or messed up we feel, we will be called beautiful.  The Savior sees, He knows, He has walked the same dirt-filled, sin-ridden streets we have walked, yet was without sin.  He is not far from our pain, our suffering, our grief, our shame, our death-like grave…

No, he is right there close and he wants you to come as you are. 
Broken.  Scared.  Wrecked.  Shamed.  Undone.

              At times it’s all we can do to just break before Him. 
              And it’s all that needs done because by His wounds it is finished.

 
“She did what she could.  She poured perfume on my body beforehand to prepare for my burial.”  Mark 14:8

There was Jesus.
There was a woman.

Grace was poured out from His very self as she poured out what she had to offer. 
               Grace from simple spoken words: She did what she could.

For this we are filled with gratitude and thanksgiving because there are no requirements for this relationship.  Our Father loves us for no good thing we have done, but for the solid Truth that for us, He sent his One and Only Son. 


He welcomes us to come and pour out ourselves – all that we are, all that we hide, all the places we feel we fall short and don’t measure up – and measure them against the cross.  The cross that absolutely covers all that we could possibly get wrong in our humanness.  The cross that held the Sacrifice so we could set aside ourselves and be free to receive His freedom gift. 

There’s this constant aching in our knees to bow to lower ourselves, and it’s the only posture in which we get it:  the magnitude of the weight that was carried for our sake.  When we come to the end of ourselves and cry out, the arms that stretched across the cross reach out in our despair and pull us up out.

Our debt is paid.

His shoulders are bigger than any burden we have or share. 

“We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed.  We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body.” 
2 Corinthians 4:8-11

 “Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior, who daily bears our burdens.   Selah.” 
Psalm 68:19

We need to know that we can go to Him.  No matter what. 
There is no shame, there is no guilt, but only grace.


“I tell you the truth, he who believes has everlasting life.”  John 6:47