Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Overwhelmed: Fighting for Little Souls

Can you imagine fluttering and dancing around in the middle of a war zone? There are bullets flying all around you, and you just sway and sing, completely oblivious to the battle raging around you.

I'm like that sometimes. 

Okay, a lot. I'm like that a lot.

Parenthood is a war. The raising and training up of little souls is the greatest fight we will ever engage in. And if we expect to win, we can't be twirling around, lost in our own little world. We have to be in the trenches. With loaded guns. Alert. And ready to charge and defend and protect our family.

Is it just me or does that sound overwhelmingly....overwhelming

Sometimes I'm on my game and I am ready to go to battle. Other times, I just sit and look around at all the casualties of the war and feel hopeless. Is it even possible to win when we're up against an army this vicious? This blood thirsty? Of this magnitude?


The last several weeks, I have been incredibly sensitive and weepy (no, I am not pregnant. I know that's what you were thinking). I've been overwhelmed by the world. I've even felt defeated. And oh I have been so broken. The sanctity of life and of marriage is being debated amongst the Church. Following the commands of God has been replaced with opinions, following your heart, and personal agendas. Righteous and pure living is so completely foreign these days that it absolutely terrifies me.

And I've thought: How am I supposed to do this??

How am I supposed to raise up children who love the Lord with all their being when the majority of Church people ride the fence?

How can I win their hearts when my competition has bright lights and plenty of pizzazz?

How can I shield them from perversion and protect their innocence when kids are getting pregnant before they get their driver's licence?

How will I convince my baby girl that there are men out there who will protect her purity and love her like Christ when women are nothing more than a chunk of sultry and independent meat up for grabs?

How am I supposed to guide my son towards integrity and purity when we live in a world where we are slammed in the face with perversion and pornography?

We have an enemy that wants to claim the little souls of our children. And it scares me. So this morning, I opened my Bible, praying for some kind of encouragement that would give me the grit I need to get back into the war. I turned to Psalm 3, one of my family's favorite Psalms. Oh what a fire and a blessing it gave me!

"Lord, how are they increased that trouble me! many are they that rise up against me. (so fitting....) Many there be which say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah. (don't you just feel the world whispering this all around you?) But thou, O Lord, (oh yes.....only You, God) art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head. (protected....raised up...) I cried unto the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. Selah. (heard. oh, isn't it a comfort to know that your cry is HEARD??) I laid me down and slept; I awaked; for the Lord sustained me. (oh precious peace of God that passes all understanding) I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people, that have set themselves against me round about. (bring it!) Arise, O Lord; save me, O my God: for thou hast smitten all mine enemies upon the cheek bone; thou hast broken the teeth of the ungodly. (See? See? the war is already won. the enemy is already defeated!) Salvation belongeth unto the Lord: thy blessing is upon thy people. Selah."

Dwell on that glorious truth! And be encouraged if you are in the same place I have been in. It's so overwhelming, yes! But we have a mighty God on our side. Go to war, momma bear. :)

Monday, January 27, 2014

Mondays and my goal for the week

Good Monday Morning to you! :)

This morning, as I sent my husband off to work and sat down with my Bible to read to my kids, I was completely overcome with gratitude. I've been so weepy these last few months, and easily brought to tears. -- No, I am not pregnant, just in case you were wondering! I am so thankful that I can be home with my children and teach them every day. I'm so thankful for a precious husband who loves more than I deserve. I'm thankful for a warm house in this cold, winter weather. Our God is good. :) :)

Most people detest Mondays but I really enjoy the beginning of a new week. Monday is my catch-up day, my planning-for-the-week day, and usually my cleaning day. And I have lots to do today.

Hunting season is over, so I have this mountain of camo to wash and put away for my husband, plus the average loads of bed sheets and weekend clothes. Bleh. Who else hates laundry??!


There's dishes to clean, a grocery list to make, supper to prepare, floors to mop, planning for my baby girl's first birthday party (I still cannot believe she is about to a year old!), and then the greatest job of all - training these two little ones.

My goal for this week to stop and look. I want to STOP scurrying around doing everything under the sun and LOOK at my husband. STOP going from job to job and LOOK at my children who are growing up so fast I have a hard time accepting it. I really have a bad habit of getting in a hurry or letting my to-do list take precedence over enjoying the gifts God has given me. So in the midst of all my chores, my goal for this week is enjoy the moments (and oh my golly, the smiles!) like this. :)



What about you? Do you like Mondays? Do you have any goals for the upcoming week? :)

Monday, January 6, 2014

Blessings. Have We Got It All Wrong?

Since the building of our home, people have said things like...

"Oh, you're so blessed!"

"What a great blessing!"

"Wow, God has blessed you so much!"

And it's true. The home is a blessing and one, no doubt, given by God. My car is a blessing. Having enough food is a blessing. Our two healthy children is a blessing. Sometimes I sit and want to cry because I know we don't deserve such good gifts like this, yet God saw fit to give them to us anyway. It's incredibly humbling. 

But I've had this one permeating thought for weeks now: Have we got it all wrong?




People mean well when they say what they do, but I can't help but wonder if we have the term "blessings" and its definition completely backwards.

See, I grew up in a drafty 100-year-old farm house that occasionally leaked and wasn't fully insulated. I remember cold winter mornings when we huddled by the fire that my parents had gotten up early to build. When I was small, I remember being told "no" to various toys and candy in the stores, not just because my parents didn't want me to be spoiled, but simply because they couldn't afford to splurge on a $2 bag of assorted chocolate. My most memorable Christmas as a child was when my only gifts were a set of two remote-controlled race cars and a jumbo pack of my favorite juice. You know what, though? It was a blessing. And I wouldn't trade it for anything. I still remember my Dad and I sipping juice on the living room floor as we raced our cars. They raised us in a home that may have been cold in the winter and hot in the summer, but it was a home full of love, laughter, and Jesus. And that makes them the richest people I know.

Things like that....the lack of things, I mean.... they are blessings.

Now don't get me wrong. There is nothing the matter with having a comfortable home or being able to pay your bills. That's not what I'm saying. I'm simply asking the question, do we have it all wrong?

What about those who don't drive new cars?  

What about the families who have more than one child with some sort of disability? 

Those who seriously struggle to pay their bills?

The people who are suffering with constant or life-threatening health issues?


What about that? Are they "less blessed" than others? 

In my opinion, sometimes it is those very people who are far richer in ways that count. It's good to be blessed with difficulty. And isn't it FIRE that refines? Isn't it heat that melts and makes soft and enables something to be molded? I'm not saying everybody should try and be sick or poor, because Scripture proves that God uses all things and all circumstances. He uses the poor, the rich, the sick, the healthy, even the dead! I'm simply saying that I believe everything is a blessing, not just the easy or the pretty things.

One of my friends and I were chatting about this recently and she said, "The heavenly blessings are often more through the fire, but THEY are the ones that are refined to gold. Yet somehow we fail to mention or recognize them most of the time."

So true. 

I am deeply grateful to God for the blessing of a new home. But I also know that whatever He gives is not mine. It's His and should be used for His work. Along with that, I am also grateful to God for each and every physically uncomfortable circumstance because it reminds me not to set my affections on things here on earth or to place my treasure on material niceties, but to point myself to my home where Jesus is. If all was taken away, His name is still to be blessed and praised.  


We pray for blessings
We pray for peace
Comfort for family, protection while we sleep
We pray for healing, for prosperity
We pray for Your mighty hand to ease our suffering
All the while, You hear each spoken need
Yet love us way too much to give us lesser things

Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights 
Are what it takes to know You're near
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise


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