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The Forgotten Feast

Late one evening, while driving home from a banquet that had been held to celebrate the end of the latest basketball season, I heard a voice pipe up from the nether-regions of my dark and messy Explorer:

“I didn’t get to eat.”

I forced my face to stay forward, eyes on the road, while I said, incredulously, “What?” (Read that with all the emphasis you can imagine. Because that’s how I said it.)

“I haven’t had dinner, Mom. I didn’t get to eat.”

I took a deep breath, willing myself to show grace and use this teachable moment. “What would Sally Clarkson say?” I thought to myself…

“You mean you were too busy hanging with your friends to eat, right? You mean you chose not to eat because you were having fun, right? Because when we left they were throwing out whole pans of spaghetti and meatballs and chicken alfredo…there was an entire banquet, a FEAST, laid out for you. There is absolutely no reason for you to be hungry except that you chose not to eat what was provided for you.”

I paused there, knowing that continuing to lecture would be overkill and that this sweet fun-loving (and now hungry) kiddo of mine had gotten the point. We arrived home, hungry child had a small snack, and everyone went to bed.

Then God started thunking me on the head.

You know the above-mentioned teachable moment I wanted to use to make a point to my child? Well, the Lord decided to turn that one on me.

He’s pretty faithful about doing that.

Proverbs 9:1-6 (MSG)* says…

Lady Wisdom has built and furnished her home;
    it’s supported by seven hewn timbers.
The banquet meal is ready to be served: lamb roasted,
    wine poured out, table set with silver and flowers.
Having dismissed her serving maids,
    Lady Wisdom goes to town, stands in a prominent place,
    and invites everyone within sound of her voice:
“Are you confused about life, don’t know what’s going on?
    Come with me, oh come, have dinner with me!
I’ve prepared a wonderful spread—fresh-baked bread,
    roast lamb, carefully selected wines.
Leave your impoverished confusion and live!
    Walk up the street to a life with meaning.”

How often do I walk around hungry despite the literal banquet God has spread before me? He tells us He has everything we need in place. Every gift of the Holy Spirit is available to us, His beloved children. Like a mother who takes pleasure in feeding her growing children, who delights in watching them savor delicious food made by her own hands, our God has spread out a Kingdom feast and sits at the head of the table, waiting for us to join Him.

But, too often, we don’t. Despite the tantalizing smells of “fresh-baked bread, roasted lamb, and carefully selected wines” we run right past the table and try to live our lives on empty. “I’m not hungry!” we declare as we slam the door behind us and skip to the playground (work, school, relationships, life) not wanting to take the necessary time to fuel our spirits before engaging with this broken and dying world.

Then we hit the wall. We run out of energy and despair over our weakness. We stubbornly declare, “I didn’t have time,” but the truth is we didn’t want to make the time.

Because you know as well as I do the time is there.

It may mean setting the alarm earlier to spend quiet time with God before the rest of the family awakens. I could be choosing to listen to a podcast from a trusted Bible teacher or music that fills our minds with truth in the car (or while feeding babies). Maybe it involves putting down that magazine we had planned to thumb through in the doctor’s office to pick up a devotional or (wait for it) the actual Bible in our purse or even on our phone. Wherever we choose to carve it out, we have the time to consume the feast our God has prepared for us. It may not happen all in one sitting. In fact, it may mean we are taking small bites throughout the day. It’s not really about making time to feast on the Word, it’s about making the feast a priority.

And I’m telling you, sisters, that we will never walk in victory unless we are well-fed.

We cannot walk around starving and spiritually malnourished and expect to be effective in our marriages, our mothering, or any other area of life. Because the Word is life. Jesus is life. He sits at the head of the table, but the seats are too often empty. This has to stop! The culture is running at us, chasing down our families at breakneck speed, and we are so tired and distracted that we have no energy to fight! But fight, we must, or we will end up on our knees with a weak and broken spirit from years of malnutrition as we watch our homes crumble. It begins with small changes, tweaks in the schedule that we can make every single day. I’ve heard a good rule…”Work before play.” Well, how about, pray before work? Or sit at the feet of Jesus before logging in?

Verse six, above, says,
“Leave your impoverished confusion and live!
Walk up the street to a life with meaning.”

Yes, that’s it! A hungry soul is an impoverished and confused soul! We cannot think clearly when we are hungry. Any parent knows this. We have all dealt with a “hangry” child…well, I would venture to guess that many of us are spiritually hangry. We struggle to find meaning to our lives, feel bitter and angry and tired, but the answer lies in stopping…eat, drink and be filled. Be still and know that He is God. He is our provider, our strength, our portion and our cup.

Then,

from that nourished and fulfilled state,

we can emerge from the safety of home to face the world and be effective, energetic laborers in the fields. We will no longer be searching for meaning, because meaning is found at the banqueting table. We will know who we are and Whose we are and be better able to live out of that truth, living forward and purposefully into who God created us to be at the very beginning…fully dependent, empowered disciples of Jesus Christ offering hope and life to a desperate and hurting world.

Our kids are watching. Our friends and families are watching. If we don’t lead them to the banqueting table and show them the value of sitting with the Lord, feasting on all He has to give us, who will?

Let’s eat!

*MSG refers to The Message. It is a modern paraphrase of the Bible. I like to use it when trying to clarify passages or get better understanding of context.

Understanding.

One of the deepest longings of every human heart is to be known. So often we walk through seasons of loneliness, where we feel as if no one notices us…we could splat face-down on the sidewalk and the whole busy world would just keep walking, never turning to lend a hand or even gasp at our misfortune. We strive to be real, to be ourselves, yet struggle with the temptation to conform to what we feel we need to become in order to fit in with the crowd.

As a parent, this can be painful to learn and understand. How many of us have struggled to really “know” our kids? We have raised them, diapered them, looked into their innocent eyes and whispered, “You are mine and I love you so.” But as they grow and mature and change…well, it turns out they aren’t always like us. In fact, they may be quite opposite of us in many ways and we struggle to understand, to connect and to really know them.

I learned this with one of my older kids. During a season of difficulty a wise friend opened my eyes to the reality that this child who withdrew and retreated was a true introvert. Me, being an extrovert, simply had not entertained the possibility! This kid has been around me since infancy, exposed to all the friends and all the people and four siblings! How could they not love that?

But the truth helped me so much. It helped me to give grace when that child had had enough and needed to retreat to refuel. It gave me the ability to see the signs of social fatigue before they resulted in a meltdown. And it made me recognize my own introverted tendencies that, though not my daily norm, are still present and need to be acknowledged. (Very few people are 100% anything!) Sometimes I just need to be alone in order to recharge and have something to offer those around me without burning out.

As my younger children hit the teen years, I’m striving to understand their personality differences and recognize their needs. I am raising yet another introvert…a super friendly kid who absolutely loves being around their friends but when the fun is over, they are depleted and need alone time. Lots of it. And this child is followed by two extreme extroverts who gain energy from their interactions with friends and never. get. enough.

Which can cause issues among the siblings, if you know what I mean.

But just think, how wonderful is it that God created us all with unique needs and tendencies I look at the gifts He has given my children, how they manifest within their personalities and how differently each of them walk through life and express their faith. They need to be known and understood, and the more I intentionally learn to do that the closer we become. It’s not a perfect process. I’m not perfectly patient…not even close. But gradually I am learning to back off and let them be who God created them to be, introvert/extrovert or any mix of the two.

And me? Well, I guess I’ve learned a lot about myself in this process. Me, the true extrovert who has walked up to rock stars and asked for a photo on behalf of my more-introverted husband. This girl who loves to be in the middle of a chatty group and laughing with friends becomes more introverted as I grow older. I find myself needing early morning quiet and evening calm. I seek time alone with a good book (or my Cello!)or just sitting in silence as the sunlight stretches across the morning sky. Being honest with myself and allowing those I love to express their needs without judgment breaks down walls and fosters the connection and understanding that is vital to a healthy relationship.

To be known is the greatest of blessings. It is the open door to love and connection. It is the key to intimacy and peace.

O Lord, you have searched me and known me!
You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
you discern my thoughts from afar.
You search out my path and my lying down
and are acquainted with all my ways. Psalm 139:1-3

May we, dear mamas, allow ourselves to acknowledge the uniqueness of each of our children. And may we, as wives and friends, acknowledge the uniqueness of those within our circle of intimacy. In the wise words of Bob and Larry…

If You Lack a Mentor: In Gratitude to Sally Clarkson

As a now “older mom” among many of my friends, I found myself in an odd and often lonely season of motherhood. It is so easy to make friends when our kids are little. Playdates at the park or story times at the library are the perfect conditions for forming friendships around the common experience of mothering. But there comes a time when the kids grow up and our day-to-day interactions with them vary to such a degree from what others around us may be experiencing that mothering can no longer be an easy common ground from which a friendship can spring. The friendships are based on other things. Good things. But not necessarily common parenting styles (or outcomes!).

Then there was the realization that, as an “older mom,” I lacked a mentor for myself…someone who has weathered the storms and walked through the hardships that are the reality of raising children to adulthood. The lack was not out of desire to have one, but out of the practical nature of my life these days…finding time to sit and chat over coffee is difficult to do. Homeschooling four children, parenting five, shuffling kids to ball practice, dance, music, youth group, doctors’ appointments, etc (and carving out time to practice my cello!) consume my daytime hours very quickly. Then factor in the reality that we recently moved into a new neighborhood in a new town and, well, building a mentoring relationship just takes time. Time that I haven’t had.

Do you relate to this?

Enter Sally Clarkson.

I had heard of her for a couple of years and knew she had homeschooled her children ALL THE WAY THROUGH HIGH SCHOOL. Nothing less than a heroic feat, in my book. Because teenagers.

Anyway, I began to listen to her podcast, “At Home with Sally” and in this older woman, who I have never met, I found what I needed.

A mentor.

Sally raised four children who all turned out to be amazing, gifted adults that love Jesus and love their mama. But that is not why I love her. I love Sally because what she did was not easy. Learning disabilities, mental illness, tragedy and hardship were all part of her story of mothering. She is honest about those things, honest about her failures and successes. She looks back through the lens of experience and wisdom and gently reminds us that, though there are things we can do to foster life in our homes, above all our kids belong to the Lord and we can trust Him with them. Somehow, in her quiet voice, she speaks loudly into my flaws and struggles, encouraging me to not let failure prevent me from taking the next step, or from loving when it is hard. She has taught me that much of my tension comes from being highly idealistic, which is not a bad thing but can certainly be frustrating to certain members of my family. Ahem. She models selflessness and faith and the gift of hospitality as a form of worship. She reminds me to light candles and warm up the pancake syrup because those little things speak into the hearts of my children and draw them close. In the difficult seasons of my life, Sally reminds me to hope and to never, ever give up. God uses broken vessels.

I’m most definitely a cracked pot in His Kingdom!

I don’t know if you have a mentor. I certainly hope you do. But if that is something you wish for I would love to introduce you to Sally. She doesn’t know me, has no idea this little corner of the internet even exists, but I feel that so many of my friends would benefit from letting her speak truth as we drive our kids to appointments or get ready in the mornings. Nothing can replace real-life relationships and face-to-face conversation, but someone like Sally has filled a much-needed gap in my life. And while my “real” friendships grow and develop I feel that what I am learning from her will serve me well as I move forward into this next phase of life. I will share the links below. I receive nothing for this. It is purely out of a desire to bless you that I share Sally Clarkson with you.

Life With Sally – a membership site worth every penny. https://lifewithsally.com/

Whole Heart Ministries – helping Christian parents raise wholehearted children. wholeheart.org

At Home with Sally and Friends – if you do nothing else, subscribe to this. I anticipate each new episode every week, listening to many of them over and over. Rich with stories, hope and encouragement, Sally’s gentle voice is always calming to my often fretting heart. http://sallyclarkson.com/podcast/

Less is…less.

My everyday tasks are made more simple when decisions are straightforward.

As you probably remember, I spent the better part of Autumn 2017 purging like a crazy woman. I got rid of possessions that I did not need, no longer wanted, and were just taking up space. One thing that surprised me was the stuff in my kitchen.

It surprised me because I had done a “purge” just a year or so earlier…Marie Kondo style. But, apparently, I did not go far enough.

You see the measuring cup photo above? I had four of these 2-cup Pyrex lovelies. Plus one 4-cup measuring cup, two Pampered Chef batter bowls (small and large) and about eight various sets of measuring spoons and measuring cup sets. As I boxed up the kitchen for the move I stopped and looked at my unintentional collection. What was my purpose in owning all of these? Some had been given to me, others were decades old. Some were purchased to replace older ones (often because the color was prettier) (I so enjoy pretty kitchen things!) but the older ones never got donated or discarded. I had a very large kitchen with plenty of storage and, well, the older stuff just got pushed to the back of the drawer or cabinet. There were a couple of them that had sentimental value because of who had given them to me but I no longer used them. They were taking up space. Period.

I took a deep breath and decided to choose wisely. I kept the batter bowls (because Pampered Chef!) and only two sets each of measuring spoons and measuring cups. The rest were donated.

This is only one example of the cleaning-out process that preceded our move, but now that we are here in our new home I am so thankful that I did that brutal purge. Because, until now, I did not realize how often my little decisions had just a teeny bit of added stress due to having too many choices.

When I cook, now, my choices are easy. Grab what I need and move on. No more rearranging stacks, shuffling things around or standing there staring blankly before finally picking out what I need. My everyday tasks are made more simple when decisions are straightforward.

Read that again.

My everyday tasks are made more simple when decisions are straightforward.

We clutter up our minds when we clutter up our homes. We become saddled under the weight of our possessions because we refuse to let things go. This applies to our physical lives as well as our emotional and spiritual lives!

Proverbs 2:4-5 says,

If you sift through the clamor of everything around you
    to seek her like some precious prize,
    to search for her like buried treasure;
Then you will grasp what it means to truly respect the Eternal,
    and you will have discovered the knowledge of the one True God.

(The Voice)

Sifting through the clamor. That can manifest in so many different ways: getting rid of possessions, thinning out our book collection (The. Hardest. For. Me.), turning off the TV or radio and learning to function in absolute quiet, getting up (and going to bed) earlier so fatigue doesn’t cloud my thinking, choosing friends more wisely, sticking to a grocery list or (gasp) reading a good and beautiful book instead of scrolling mindlessly through social media. It is in the little choices, made all throughout each day, that we begin to reduce mental strain and find white space in our lives, space that allows rest and results in the restoration and recognition of who we are created to be.

God never called us to be busy for busy’s sake, or to have a calendar so filled to the brim that we dread waking up in the morning.

In 1 Corinthians 3:3, Paul says,

…you are still living in the flesh, not in the Spirit. How do I know? Are you fighting with one another? Are you comparing yourselves to others and becoming consumed with jealousy? Then it sounds like you are living in the flesh, no different from the rest who live by the standards of this rebellious and broken world.

(The Voice)

I believe the need to have and consume and hoard (whether physically or spiritually) is a form of living in the flesh. It is sign of a lack of faith, of fearing there will not be enough or holding on to an idol. We compare ourselves to others and want to keep up, have what they have, or even do what they do. But if it causes stress or burdens us, holding us back from becoming who we are created to be, it most likely should not be in our lives or homes.

This is not a legalistic proposition, but a practical one. It doesn’t mean we all have to sell our possessions and give everything to the poor (unless God calls us to) but it means we are intentional with what we have in our homes, creating beauty and space and an inviting environment within which we raise our children and entertain guests.

It means cultivating spiritual disciplines and making sure the time is there, each day, to spend time with God in prayer and reading His Word. Non-negotiable.

It means being selective about who we “let in” as close friends, trusting the truly trustworthy and choosing to be an influencer for the Kingdom instead of being constantly blown back and forth by the winds of society for the sake of “fitting in.”

I guess it is a little strange that God would teach me this from a pile of discarded measuring utensils! But, as usual, He shows up in the everyday mundane…when it is quiet and I am alone with my thoughts. But as I dwell on the truth He has given me, I pray that I am obedient, letting it transform my life and making me more like Jesus who was fully satisfied in His Father.

Yes, may that be true of me.

And I pray it will be true of you.

The Word for 2018

I knew He would do it. He always does. Every year I look for it. In songs, in books, in billboards even. I wonder if I am grasping at straws or just making it up. Is it a product of my imagination? How will I know when it is the one and not something my brain is misfiring and creating of it’s own choosing?

But then, BAM. Continue reading “The Word for 2018”

You Can’t Hold It All

We left the hotel room in a flurry of bags, blankets and collected “treasures” from a week in Texas. Since I tend to get sleepy when driving past mid-afternoon I was determined to get on the road by 7:00 am. The kids, though, groggy, were on board with the idea. They were as ready to be home and in their own beds as their mama!

As we paraded down the sidewalk to the parking lot one of my kids began to leave a trail. A shoe. A shirt. A book. Frustrated by the delay, I looked back to figure out why they were dropping all of this stuff, expecting to find an unzipped zipper or something like that. Instead, I realized this child had thought it would be faster just to wad all of their loose belongings into their bathrobe and carry the awkward bundle to the car where, I guess, it would have been deposited on the floor and stepped on for the next eight hours. My child carried an empty backpack that was fully capable of holding all these things securely.

I scolded them, explaining why failing to secure the belongings had only resulted in delay and frustration and wouldn’t it have been easier to just throw it all in the bag instead of leaving a trail of clothing from the hotel to the car that you now have to go back and pick up? And if we hadn’t looked back and noticed the stuff on the ground we would not have known what the heck had happened to all those clothes!

Then God gave me a spiritual flick on the head, nudging me to listen to what I had just said and, in turn, listen to what He wanted to tell me:

We have so many things we are asked to carry. Our relationships, our homes, our jobs, finances, families, our health and spiritual disciplines are all responsibilities we must juggle. But what we often forget is that we don’t have to carry all of them up front all of the time. What we need to hold in our hands changes constantly. It can feel so overwhelming but we must intentionally keep the main thing the main thing! The rest can be stowed away temporarily.

Think of the Holy Spirit as our great Backpack. (I know…this is a big stretch! Bear with me here!) The Bible says the Holy Spirit is our helper. (John 14:26) It also says Jesus brings rest in the midst of the difficulties of life, promising not to “lay anything heavy or ill-fitting” on us. (Matt 11:29) So as I imagine this, I see myself…when walking well in faith…with Jesus by my side. He is wearing the backpack that holds all of my “stuff.” As my day progresses and my family needs to be front and center, I reach into the backpack and take them out, giving them my full attention and tending to their needs. Then, a little while later, I get an email and a bill is due. I can temporarily entrust my family in Jesus’ care as I take out the “financial” burden from the backpack, tending to it while my kids entertain themselves, read, play, etc. Then the dog throws up. ALL the stuff goes in the backpack at that point because…well…dog vomit. Ugh. Then the afternoon continues and my husband comes home. I put the stress over what I just cleaned up in Jesus’ backpack and focus on this man that God has given me, greeting him with a smile and kiss and offering him dinner and a chance to rest. Again, all of my responsibilities are nearby and available to be tended to as needed, but they are not all up front and overwhelming me all at the same time. (And thank goodness for that because who wants dog puke front and center all the time! Sorry…I digress.)

Does this make sense? I think one of the biggest mistakes we can make as human beings is the same one my child made. We don’t trust that there is enough time or energy to get all the things done so we refuse to put ANY of them down and soon they are spilling out all over the place and nothing gets done well. But Jesus is right here by our side with an empty backpack and He is not only fully capable of holding every single one of our burdens, he WANTS to hold them. It doesn’t mean He takes the burdens out of our lives completely, but He does take them out of our overfilled arms and off our backs!

As a woman, a wife, and a mom my life has gone through many seasons. There are years where my biggest accomplishment was that I took a shower and the kids were still alive at bedtime. There are others where I was more productive in keeping home, relationships outside my home, and serving. Some years I have been a prayer warrior, others I have barely breathed out two or three words of desperation to God while trying to bring down a high fever or handle an epic tantrum. We cannot do everything all of the time. And when we try, we will generally not do any of them well.

For example:

It’s OK, young mama, if your babies are demanding all of your time and you had to order pizza for dinner two nights in a row. But make eating pizza an event! Light candles! Play music! Thank God as a family for that convenience and celebrate it! You will have more time to cook as your kids grow, I promise. And when you do, it doesn’t have to be Pinterest-worthy. And please don’t wish away their little years by longing for things that would bring you more accolades. In these long, exhausting years do your very best to be satisfied with the approval of the audience of One. Your Heavenly Father sees and knows every sacrifice, every bottle cleaned, every diaper changed, and every exhausted kiss you give your husband.

My dear sister who is caring for a very sick loved one, maybe you stayed up later than everyone else last night and watched Netflix instead of doing the sink full of dishes. That may not have been the most productive use of that hour…but then again maybe it was. You have to build rest into your day in order to survive. Sabbath. Call a friend and ask her to bring you coffee. Offer up breath prayers when you are desperate and know that God hears them just as clearly as longer, more eloquent offerings. Just be in His presence. You don’t have to say a thing.

My single friend, you may long for husband and a house full of kids. (Or maybe you don’t!) God has not given you that “burden” to carry in life and you may feel like a third wheel at social gatherings, but you are very needed and useful. Serve Him. Serve His people who run around like chickens with their heads cut off and be an instrument of peace and rest in your community and church! Use your freedom to go where young mothers cannot in their season of life. Pave the way for us who will, one day, be empty-nesters and join you on your adventures!

Most importantly, friends, seek the Lord. Ask Him what he wants you to hold in your hands at this moment. Then don’t give in to the temptation to carry anything more. That may sound simple, but you know as well as I do that it is not. Do one thing at a time and do it well, then put it in the “backpack” before taking out the next thing. This skill we work so hard to instill in children when learning to care for their belongings is just as useful to us as women as we navigate the busyness of life!

Gosh, I’m thankful for the lessons God teaches me through my kids. I would love to hear from you if you have anything to share in this area! You can comment here or email me at alifeofsimplejoys@gmail.com. I so enjoy interacting with you and learning about the ways you seek to keep life simple!

Simply Great

“I long to accomplish a great and noble task, but it is my chief duty to accomplish humble tasks as though they were great and noble.”

Helen Keller

Greatness really isn’t glorious.

When I think of greatness, I usually think big! I imagine royalty, (especially the British sort) and pageantry. I think of servants and orders being given and followed without question. Lots of “Yes ma’am’s.” Gosh, that sounds nice. I envision someone like Princess Kate with a bevy of personal assistants making sure her dresses fit perfectly and that her stylish little hat is perched at the precise angle that accents her professionally applied “smoky eye.” She gets in her limo and is escorted to London’s finest restaurant where she dines with society’s elite, enjoying expensive wine and caviar while cameras capture it all and plaster her face all over every magazine, praising her etiquette and conversational expertise. Doesn’t that sound lovely?

And how about a spot of tea?

But I’ve been reading the book of Mark and, well, Jesus had a lot to say about true greatness. It’s simple, really. And it does not involve expensive restaurants.

Or a fabulous British accent.

That should not surprise me.

The disciples followed Jesus, often, in a state of confusion. They lived a life of sensory overload, witnessing miracles and events that most of us only dream of in today’s world. It was an honor to be in the company of the Messiah, to say the least. As the days went by and the crowds grew bigger the disciples began to forget exactly Who the crowds were there to see. They were riding the coattails of the Son of God and feeling pretty darn good about their position in society at the moment.

So Mark 9 tells us they were traveling with Jesus to Capernaum and they were talking amongst themselves. Actually, they were probably arguing. They were doing what my kids do at restaurants when we are all trying to be seated. They were jockeying for position.

“I call sitting by Dad!”

“It’s my turn!”

“Not fair! You sat by him last time!”

“You ALWAYS get to sit by him!”

(Notice they aren’t arguing over sitting by me. They are SO over me.)

Well, they thought they were keeping this conversation on the down-low, that Jesus wasn’t aware of their little power trip. How easily they forgot exactly WHO they were following down that dusty road.

Jesus turns to them and asks, “What were you talking about?”

Um, well, um…their eyes look down, embarrassed, because they know He knows and they are trying to figure out how to backpedal out of this one. Mark doesn’t tell us if they answered him. I don’t think they did. I think Jesus let his question hang in the awkward silence for a few seconds before letting them know he already knew the answer to the question he was asking.

Then he drops the bomb.

“If anyone wants to be first, he must be last of all and servant of all.” Then he called a child who was nearby and gently brought it to the center of the group of men. He makes sure they all get a good look at the little one, taking the child into His arms.

“Whoever receives one child, just like this one, in my name receives me. And whoever receives me doesn’t receive just me…he receives Him who sent me.” In other words, guys, you are all focused on the wrong thing.

God’s kingdom is the exact opposite of everything this world tells us is right and good and effective. It is upside down and inside out and we are wise to step back and observe how Jesus taught and what that should look like in our lives today. We are here to serve. We are here to love. We are here to gently shepherd our families and train them up in the ways of God, not expecting glory for ourselves in return. Our mission is simple, but it is not easy because it goes against everything society says is true and great.

Greatness is about humility and service. It is not about status or stuff. It is not about Pinterest-worthy decorating, housekeeping, or even efficiency. In fact, very often God will call us to be “ineffecient” and even “impractical” in the eyes of those around us. There may be six loads of laundry in my living room, waiting to be folded. My sink may be full of dirty dishes and the junk mail piled up on the kitchen counter. But the still, small voice of God whispers, “Stop.”

What if stopping means a lost opportunity to climb up the ladder of success? What if it means I look like an idiot and someone shows up, unanounced, at my front door? What if stopping means I put down the thing that would have been so great, such a boost to my career or position in ministry, and quietly do what God asked me to do that no one but He may ever see? It could mean spending long hours praying and interceding, cooking a meal, writing a note, or just snuggling a child who needs a little extra attention in the moment.

It could mean a million different things, but the point I am making is this: Who am I serving? What is my motivation for what I am doing? If I am piling on one responsibility after another, drowning in a sea of stress and sacrificing the peace in my home…why? Why am I doing this? What made me decide it was worth the price I (or my family) am paying? What if I drop the selfish ambition and focus on cultivating humility, serving my family and friends and knowing when to say no to things that often interfere in this sacred mission God has given to me?

In theory, this sound great, right? But the reality is I make a million little decisions every single day that scream to my loved ones, “There are a ton of things in my life more important than you!” They will know their worth to me by the choices I make and the way I serve, or don’t serve, them.

My husband deserves a wife who greets him with a smile and a kiss. He doesn’t need to hear all the things that went wrong the second he walks through the door after work.

My kids deserve the benefit of the doubt. So often I assume the worst and heap shame upon them for past mistakes when, in fact, they are just doing what normal kids do…trying to figure things out and making the same dumb mistakes I did along the way. I want the world to look at me and declare me successful when the truth is I am flying by the seat of my pants most of the time and I can take neither blame nor credit for how my kids turn out! My greatness is not measured by the lives of my children, the size of my house, the type of car I drive or the friends with whom I keep company. It is only measured by how much of myself (including opportunities for recognition) I literally murder in order to be the hands and feet of Jesus to a lost and dying world.

This takes guts. This takes strength. And it takes incredible humility, daily choosing to be a living sacrifice for the sake of the Kingdom of God.

I am tired of jostling for position, aren’t you? We make things so complicated, but Jesus never did that. He lived simply, humbly, and effectively. Let’s just plop down right where we are and feast together in His presence. I believe there really aren’t any bad seats in His house. I’ll scoot over for you. 🙂