Showing posts with label obedience. Show all posts
Showing posts with label obedience. Show all posts

A Last Straw Lesson (+ Book Give-Away!)

I'm working on a blog series about the strengths & struggles of being a "more-sensitive-than-most" Christian woman. I'd LOVE to hear and include your perspective, so I'll be doing some short surveys. If you'd like to be included, sign up here: http://eepurl.com/vVfE1


 
“God is concerned with your attitude and your obedience.”
“Become skilled at staying calm and looking for Christ.”


The Letter

Two weeks ago, this was my Facebook status update:

Arrived home to an anonymous letter of complaint written "out of care and concern." Silly me for thinking "care and concern" might involve a face-to-face conversation...and maybe even a hug. Guess true "care and concern" involves kicking someone when they're down...in the dark.

Unfortunately, I didn’t stick around long enough to read the 48 wise, supportive comments that soon followed.

Instead of choosing to Let. It. Go., I opted to “let it all out.”


The Books

The anonymous letter criticized me for having a particular book in my classroom. So I acted on my initial impulse by jumping in my car, driving to my classroom, and loading up every single book.

From all 25 bookshelves.

As I packed up my books, I sobbed my heart out about

  • Anonymous’s insensitivity.
  • The injustice of such a thing happening to me. Now, of all times.
  • The relentless barrage of criticisms I hear as a teacher. And the scarcity of “atta girl”s.

The next morning, when I told Daniel what I'd done, he was peeved. “You let them win! What did you do that for?”

“It made me feel better!” was my only defense.

After he left for work, I added, “Unsupportive husband” to my list of woes.


The Justifications

Yes, I was exhausted when I read the letter. I’d just come home from spending the weekend with my family, making end-of-life decisions about my mother.

And yes, to some degree, the books were symbolic of my mother. A reading specialist, she taught me and my children how to read. And only hours before, my brother and father and I had discussed inviting guests to bring favorite children’s books to Mother’s memorial service.

So yes, Anonymous’s “love note” was the proverbial last straw.


The Choices

But in the days that followed, I felt dismayed by my rash response to a piece of paper with a bit of ink.

Over the last few years, God’s been teaching me how to be less of an Anxiety Girl and more of a peace-and-contentment kinda gal.

I was disconcerted by quickly Anxiety Girl had shown up and taken over.

So I finally asked Him how I’d contributed to that last straw. And He lovingly but accurately reminded me that

  • I’d pre-determined to skip the airplane snacks. But once aboard, when the honey-roasted peanuts were offered, I suddenly said, “Sure!”
  • I’d planned to content myself with hotel coffee. But after landing at ONT, my first stop was Starbucks for a tall extra whipped cream mocha and a slice of lemon pound cake (which I don’t even like, but they were out of cranberry scones.)
  • I’d checked our family budget and discovered that my next new clothes purchase would be late July. But before arriving at my parents’ house, I’d stopped at not one, not two, but three Dress Barn stores.


The Issue

Stay with me, now.

The issue here is neither food nor funds.

The issue is that I said “yes” to a self-ish desire when I’d already been convicted to say “no.”

I’d planned to say “no.”

But when the test of character came, I said, “Yes!” without hesitation.


The Lesson

My rash response to Anonymous’s letter was the direct result of all the little yes-to-self choices I’d made in the days prior.

Had I obeyed God instead of my own cravings, I would have increased my skill at “staying calm and looking for Christ.”

Instead, I increased my skill at staying self-ish and looking for excuses to match my baditude.

I say this not to beat myself up but to cement the cause-and-effect relationship between seemingly unrelated choices.

The best defense against circumstances outside of my control is a healthy dose of self-control.

Even–or perhaps especially!–when it comes to the seemingly small choices.


This week, I'm giving away a copy of Holley Gerth's new book You're Made for a God-Sized Dream. To enter, simply leave a comment here on the blog!

Your Turn!

  • What have you learned from a "let it all out" (vs. Let. It. Go.) experience?
  • How important do "small choices" seem in your daily life?
  • When you feel like losing control, how do you stay calm and exercise self-control?
  • Anything else on your heart!

My #1 Life Mistake (in 25 words)


My dad always says,

"Our job is obedience. God's is results."



When I'm feeling stressed, 

disappointed,

or driven,

it's because 

I'm trying to swap jobs.




Your Turn:
  • When do you find yourself trying to produce results and hoping God will  “obey” your plans?
  • What helps you get back on track?
  • Anything else on your heart!




a Rafflecopter giveaway

A Story of Hope: Until We All Come Home

During November and December, I'll be diving into a personal Bible study of hope. I'll be sharing what I learn here, in a series called "Hope for the Holidays and Everydays."

Each week, I'll be giving away a book. This week's title is 21 Ways to Connect With Your Kids by Kathi Lipp, with personality assessment and applications contributed by yours truly!

Head to Kathi's blog for an online assessment that will help you figure out your child's PURSE-onality, as well as some great freebie downloads: $15 Family Fun Nights, 50 Ways to Connect With Your Son, and 50 Ways to Connect With Your Daughter. Oh, and if you haven't already "Liked" Kathi on Facebook, I think you'd actually LOVE her!

Enter via the Rafflecopter at the end of the blog post or click to enter here.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Daunting Questions

How far would you be willing to go in obedience to God’s call?

How many obstacles could you overcome before doubt took over?

How much suffering could you stand before breaking?


One Woman’s Journey

Kim de Blecourt knows her answers to these questions because she has lived them. 

Obedience took her all the way to Ukraine to adopt a little boy.

Doubt piled ever higher as everything imaginable -- and unimaginable! -- went wrong. Over and over again. For 11 long months.

She was attacked, isolated, and arrested. But ultimately, it was the suffering of her family that brought her to the breaking point.


Far More Than an “Adoption Story”

Yes, this is an adoption story. 

But it is also the story of a woman chose to respond to God’s call on her heart.

Who found that she couldn’t do it on her own.

And beyond her breaking point, discovered the gift of hope in the God whose specialty is picking up broken pieces and making all things new.


A Happy Ending...and a Lifelong Challenge

The cover assures you that this story has a happy ending. 

But Kim doesn’t sugarcoat any of her journey. She is honest about her struggles: the injustices she faced, the agonizing decisions she made, and the long-term price she’s paid. 

She challenges us to join in the “fight...for all orphans and children who need families who will love and care for them until they, too, can all go home.”

Kim's story ultimately challenges me to listen to God’s call on my heart, to respond in obedience, and to trust that any place He leads me, He will carry me through.

We wait in hope for the LORD; 
he is our help and our shield.
Psalm 33:20


Want to Learn More?


Try This Today:

Recall a past “breaking point” beyond which God has led you. Prayerfully consider sharing your experience with someone who can gain hope from your story. 


Your Turn:
  • Does your family have an adoption story? If so, share a bit about what you’ve experienced and learned!
  • What kinds of obstacles lead you to question whether you’re obeying or straying?
  • Anything on your heart!



a Rafflecopter giveaway

Day 29: STRENGTH (In My Weakness, His Strength)


Each day during The PURSE-onality Challenge: "A Holiday-Ready Heart" in October, Untangling Christmas by Karen Ehman and LeAnn Rice, will be our give-away prize!  


Enter via the Rafflecopter at the end of the blog post or click here to enter!




I can do everything through Him
who gives me strength.
Philippians 4:13 (NIV)

My original plan for my newest monologue was a 10-minute stand-up comedy routine about the “joys” of being Anxiety Girl

Oh, how I wanted to make the audience laugh.

For my Sanguine heart, there is nothing like the adrenaline rush of an audience in stitches!  

But each time I sat down to write, memories of losses filled my pages.

Frustrated, I decided to “get the sad stuff out” so I could finally start with Anxiety Girl.

Except the “sad stuff” kept beckoning me back. To places I’ve been afraid to go, for decades.

Since standing up to Perfectionism back in May, I’m intentionally living the truth that nothing really is worse than failure. Nothing really is worse than making mistakes.

So despite my craving for audience laughter, I chose to follow where the Holy Spirit was so clearly leading my scared scarred heart.

After decades of nothing, we walked together toward that body of water called Grief.


I’ve Waded Here Before

Oh, I’ve “dabbled” in grief.
  • Spent time in counselors’ offices.
  • Read books.
  • Attended groups.
  • Agreed that “the only way out is through.”


And I’ve been frustrated with my lack of progress...my stuck-ness. 

All that money. All that time. All those books.  

For what?!?

I’m tired of still having so many issues. I’m embarrassed that I still have so many issues.  I’m bored of still having so many issues!


Diving All the Way In 

As I wrote and practiced, I realized there is a world of difference between wading a little way into grief on my own and diving in all the way with my Life Guard.

Mucking around on my own has just made mud. And mud sticks and dries, leaving me to wonder 

Why bother digging up all this old dirt?

Yuck.

So I’ve always gotten out quickly, dusted myself off, and made myself presentable again.

After all, who wants to hang out with someone who’s all grungy from wallowing in the shallows of self-pity?

But this was different.

As I wrote... 
  • my sorrow at leaving the back yard gate open when I was 12
  • my horror at hearing car tires screech at midnight and Nikki’s yelp of pain cut short
  • my loneliness at losing my big furry giver of unconditional love
  • my guilt at being the one whose forgetfulness caused his needless death
  • many more memories of loss

...dams began to burst.

I wept.

Not the romantic glisten-y kind of weeping.

The messy, beet-red nose kind sobbing that empties an entire box of Kleenex.


A True Cleansing

What’s the point of doing this?  I asked myself.

The question almost stopped me. At least with my first monologue, I knew my purpose. 

With this one, I was going on blind faith.
  • Maybe the point is trust. 
  • Surrendering my need to know the outcome.
  • Focusing on obedience.

I started practicing my words aloud--words I knew I would share with an audience of strangers--and the burst dams became an ocean.

And it was time
  • to do more than wade
  • to dive all the way in
  • through my fears
  • through cleansing tears

into an embrace of Grace


My Weakness, His Strength

The day of the performance came, and with it a terrifying realization: 

I need to do this without my script.

I’ve never spoken or performed without a detailed word-for-word script within reach.

I always panic and forget; I need my script for security!
  • So I do it right.
  • So I don’t fail.
  • So I don’t make mistakes!

Oh yeah.
  • That rule is broken.
  • Time to trust. 
  • Time to dive all the way in.

I’ve never felt so completely in the moment as I did during those ten minutes. I was neither kicking myself for a mistake I’d just made nor frantically trying to be sure I spoke my next lines just right. 

I simply shared as I’d prepared.

I was fully present to give and receive a reciprocal gift.


Stoic “Strength” vs. Willing Weakness

Afterward, I received this gracious Facebook message from an audience member:

“I was thinking about how vulnerable you allowed yourself to be. How that made an instant connection with the audience as we saw our own struggles in yours.”

And I am struck by the irony.

Here I’ve spent decades running from grief because I've been terrified to experience the pain. I’ve waded, dabbled, and then dashed for so-called safety.

Yet in my choice to be vulnerable -- deep in my decision to open myself to pain -- is where I’m finding God waiting for me with an abundance of strength

Not in the shallows, mucking around in the mud of self-pity.

But deep in the sounds of grief.


My Weakness, His Strength for the Holidays

I don't know what issues arise for you during the holidays. 

Perhaps, like me, you'll struggle with un-grieved losses. 

Perhaps you'll experience fresh waves of pain for losses well-grieved. 

Perhaps the weakness that blind-sides you -- that tempts you to wade in ankle-deep, dabble a bit, and muck around on your own -- will be something entirely different.

I don't know what it will be for you. But I do know that for each one of us, this simple reminder is always true:


Jesus loves me this I know
for the Bible tells me so.
Little ones to Him belong.
We are weak but He is strong!

(Part 2 tomorrow)



Your Turn:
  • How have you learned to grieve (or have you)? 
  • For what will you need special strength this holiday season? 
  • Anything else on your heart!