September 24, 2012

Psalm 89:9

Oh, how my heart needs to cling to the truth of that verse!  "You rule the raging of the sea; when its waves rise, You still them."  For about the last two months I have just felt like I was drowning.  Every time I would think I had my head above water and could catch a breath, here came another wave.  I have just been overwhelmed, emotionally drained, and physically tired.  I just can't seem to get anything done!  But at the same time, I have also had many moments of true direction and passion straight from the Lord.  I don't know really the best way to describe it, so I'll just ramble in some bullet points (hope that's ok!):

  • I have had an overwhelming desire to "live smaller", yet an intense fear of actually trying to do so.  As I was sitting in the service one Sunday morning, I actually had the thought, "I just want to live in a little two bedroom house, get rid of all the stuff, and see what God can do."  What?!?!?  2 bedrooms?  I must be crazy.  And get rid of this you know how much crap we have crammed into this house (that feels pretty little as it is, by the way!)  But my heart still can't stop yearning for less.  Less clutter, less stuff, less petty things, less distraction, less, less, less.  But, my brain just can't make me do it.  It's so counter-cultural and I don't want to be looked at as weird or crazy.  I don't want my kids to be treated differently, especially at church, because the aren't allowed to do or have the same things other kids have.  But, oh, how I long to want to give away every penny we don't absolutely have to have in order to live.  Oh, how I long for my kids to just dream up ways to give away money that comes their way.  Oh, how I long to put away all pride and selfishness and serve others-my family, my church, my neighbors, my community.  My heart is aching for it more than I can express, but my mind just won't follow!  I can't convince it to see the truth of James 1:27 (and a myriad of other scripture telling us to take care of the poor and set self aside for the glory of God.)  I just want to sit and scream and cry some days at the level of my selfishness and the level of selfishness I see I've taught my kids.  We have no idea how blessed we are.  We have no idea how needy others are.  We just have no idea!
  • In that same line of thinking, I cannot wait to jump into reading Jenn Hatmaker's book 7.  I can't wait to see what the Lord teaches me through the hardship of fasting from the excess of this world.  Of course, I am also scared to death of that same thing, because I am pretty sure I am not going to like anything I discover about myself!
  • I must constantly be reminded of how amazing the friends are that God has surrounded me with right here.  It seems the tears haven't stopped flowing since sweet friends announced they were moving on to pursue ministry elsewhere.  Don't get me wrong, it's a sad time and I miss them terribly, but to be crying about it for nearly three months?  Seriously?!?!  They aren't dead, they're just in AR (go ahead and insert AR jokes here)!  I can still text and talk to them pretty much anytime I want.  And, hello...I have way more friends who are still here than left, so I don't know what my deal is! (I am NOT pregnant, I promise...though that would be a much easier explanation!)  Some of the most Godly and wise ladies I know are still right here beside me in little ole Hannibal and in that, I can rejoice everyday!  Sara and Mandy, please know you are terribly missed each day, but I know that at some point, I just have to move on (as I know you do, as well!)  You will never be replaced (and neither will any of my friends still here), but my heart is going to have to be convinced to let you go!
Anyway, as you can see, I am a mess (I wish I could say a "hot" mess, but sweet readers, this would not be the truth and I am OK with that!)  Praying for peace, clarity, and focus...along with a clear purpose from God for my family relating to service and our finances.  I appreciate any and all prayers you send our way!

No comments:

Post a Comment