Friday, August 15, 2014

Five Minute Friday: Tell

It's hard to feel like your story doesn't matter as much as someone else's.

That feeling that she tells it better, or the things that make up your story aren't nearly as compelling or interesting as hers. It causes you to shrink back, to hold back, to keep the things that make you uniquely you hidden.

I know this feeling all to well; I struggle with it every day. Who I am to think anyone needs or wants to hear from me?

And yet, God doesn't tell us to hide. He tells us to go into all the world, making disciples. Given that Jesus was a wonderful story teller, it doesn't surprise me that one way we can do that is by sharing our stories with others.

We need to tell them - whether by written word or spoken word or photographs or art or song or acts of loving service. Each of these things are beautiful gifts given to us by the One who wants us to share our stories with the world.

Because our stories? They aren't about us at all. They're about the Author and Perfecter of our faith, the One whose story is intricately woven through ours in love and redemption.

When we are afraid to share our stories, when we shrink back, we are robbing the world of the chance to hear about His amazing love.

Let's go out and tell them.

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Wednesday, August 13, 2014

You are not alone

It's hot and uncomfortable in the house today, and despite my hubby's assurances that yes, the new ceiling fan really is helping the keep the house livable, I'm kind of grumpy. Heat does that to me. And now you know why God made me to live in Western Canada instead of Texas. Even though I wish I lived there when its minus 40 in January, because ain't nobody made for that.

Maybe the heat is to blame for my malaise this week, or maybe it's because my two sweet girls are off at camp and I've been left to navigate the high testosterone levels remaining in our home on my own while my man is at work. Or maybe it's the fact that every single day this week I have felt like huge failure as a parent.

I know you've been there: those seasons when you can't get through to your kids, those days that no matter how much you pray, how much you instruct, how much you discipline, things don't seem to be getting any better. Maybe you're right there with me today. In that case, let me give you a hug and a cup of tea, because you need it.

And maybe you need to hear this, too. This afternoon as I was again despairing of ever getting over this hump, God reminded me of two things:

1. My mom felt this way about me, too. And I turned out okay. (No, really, I did!)
2. This battle is not ours to do alone.

Actually, He just reminded me of number two as I was getting ready to type number one. Lovely, brave, and amazing mom that you are, we don't do this thing alone. He is right beside us, holding our hand. He hears every single prayer, sees every single tear, feels every single heartbreak, and He takes all of it and turns it into beauty for His glory.

It may take years for us to see the fruit of our labour, years before we can look at our kid(s) and finally say with confidence they turned out okay.

But God sees that day already. And for every single way we feel we fall short or let down our kids, He is right there beside us, holding our hand and filling in the gaps.

Don't give up hope, sweet you. You don't do this alone. Let's say that together, shall we?

We don't do this alone.

Yet I am always with you;    you hold me by my right hand. Psalm 73:23

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Monday, August 11, 2014

Don't give up

It was on my run this morning, as I pushed to try to add a few extra steps to my mileage, that I realized something.

I can do this.

If you had told me last summer, or even this spring, that running the perimeter of my town, that just happens to be pretty much 5K around, would be something I could do and live to tell about, I'd have laughed. I had mastered 2.5 km, but 5 seemed so out of reach.

And I've done it all summer. Again and again and again.

In all those kilometers run, I've learned something about myself. I pretty good at convincing myself that I can't. But God, He whispers to me, "Yes, you can."

In those seemingly impossible moments of life, when I am convinced I can't get through them, He gives me the strength to do so.

Sweet friend, I want you to know that, too. I want you to know that whatever it is you are facing today, whether it's disrepectful kids, a health issue, financial crisis, or just a seemingly insurmountable mountain of a task He has placed in front of you, you can do this.

The beautiful thing about God is when we are faced with things we can't handle (and we are always going to have those), He handles them for us. All He asks is we place our trust in Him.

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28

Fix your eyes on Him, sweet sister, and do not give up.

Linking up with Kaitlyn today, at her lovely new digs.