I don’t even have kids. Why do I care?
Back in 2013 My husband worked for a local middle school and told me many horror stories about what went on in the school on a regular basis. I was angry about what I was hearing and organized some prayer warriors from a local ministry who gathered at the school to pray for the students and teachers. He no longer works for that school, but yesterday he was curious about what happened to several of his students and began searching the our city’s police blotter. He found 6 of his former students listed as having been arrested. Many for violent crimes. Six! These young men are only 15-17 years old. My heart broke and my anger grew as he read to me the list of heinous crimes these boys have committed. They will be tried as adults and their lives are potentially ruined.
Even though I no longer have ties to that school in any way, my heart is still drawn to praying for them. I feel called to do more than to just shake my head and wring my hands. I took it upon myself to organize a community day of prayer for our schools. Would you prayerfully consider being a part of interceding for school children in prayer? You don’t have to be present to pray with and for us. In fact, I encourage everyone to pray for students in your own communities. But if you happen to be in Durham, NC and would like to join us, here are the details.
I have a list of prayer points to get us started.
First and foremost that God would curb our human tendency to place blame, and that God would mightily intervene and mend broken places.
For Teachers
Lord, let them be effective in communicating the content of their lessons
give them inspiration for new ways to reach students
give them a sense of accomplishment after a good days work
help them to persevere through long days
give them patience with systems, policies, and hard to reach students
bless them with healthy home lives
let their weekends be restful and their personal time be refreshing
For Students
make their minds receptive for learning
let them see themselves as God\’s workmanship
grant them physical protection in the schools, on school buses, and in their homes
help them to not be overcome with fear
help them develop a spirit of self control
help them to live honestly
let them be kind in their speech
develop in them a heart of integrity
drive out a thirst for violence and replace it with a longing for love
For Administrators
strength and wisdom to enforce school rules appropriately, fairly, and consistently
ability to balance addressing the needs of students, teachers, and parents
ability to marry the requirements of the school system with realities that present themselves at school
Parents
good relationships with teachers
inspire them to step up to volunteer and be a positive presence in the school
strength to grandparents and others who are filling the role of mom and dad
for single parents with limited time, energy, and resources
that parents may train up their children in the way they should go
Community
Grateful for organizations that support schools: the children, their families, and the staff
Inspire the general community to take and interest and offer consistent support to meeting school needs
Me? A Snooty Church Lady?
Have you ever been humbled by how God chose to show you your sin and bless you at the same time? One Sunday after church, my husband and I debated whether it fit into our budget to go out for lunch or cook at home. We were trying to save money and pay down some debt. Clearly going out for lunch doesn’t exactly fit with that plan. So, after going round and round about being disciplined, and saving, and Dave Ramsey, we somehow ended up at a sandwich shop. As it turned out, we were in exactly the right place for a divine appointment.
As my husband was placing his order, a tough-looking woman standing behind me in line tapped me on the arm. As I turned towards her, she offered me a slip of paper. Now I usually don’t take things from random strangers, but I felt a prompting to accept it from her. I was fully expecting it to be an advertisement for a local business, some kind of donation request, or information about an event at a nightclub. It was none of those. It was a coupon for a free sandwich. When I realized what it was, my every intention was to hand it back to her. People in my city can be very neighborly, but I didn’t want to accept this random act of kindness from her. Not her. Not this woman who looked and sounded like a cast member of Orange is the New Black. I took a breath, ready to tell her why I couldn’t accept the coupon, and for some reason, I couldn’t speak. Her face which looked as if she had indeed seen rough times, also looked so pleased to have been of service. I couldn’t take that away from her by refusing her kind gesture.
As I ordered my sandwich, something rose in my spirit. Something in me wanted to reach out. I wanted to engage her, to start a dialog, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t seem to get over myself and find common ground with her. Dressed in a hoodie and jeans, with thick cornrows in her hair, I am ashamed to admit that I judged this woman by her dress and demeanor. As I listened to her conversation behind me, I actually had the audacity to think I was better than her because of my cute church outfit, my correct grammar usage, and my perception that my rank was above her in the socioeconomic strata. I was being a straight-up snob y’all. Yet, God was using her to meet a financial need of mine by covering an unplanned frivolous expense. Because of my pride and snooty attitude, I could scarcely look her in the eye as I thanked her. I actually thanked her several times, and not once could I make an eye-to-eye connection. I held so much judgment in my heart. Even though I was the one being helped.
My husband and I left the sandwich shop and went to a park to eat our lunch. Before we said grace over our meal, we looked at each other across the picnic table and marveled at how God is proving himself to be our provider time and again. Yes, this time it was only the cost of a sandwich, but that is beside the point. It seemed like a gentle reminder from God that He is who He says he is and that He does not change. That He is a provider. That He is not a respecter of persons. That His blessings come in unexpected packages – even in the form of rough-looking women.
Even as I write, it is clear that I have more work to do to overcome pride and a judgmental spirit. I thank God for the opportunity to grow and become the woman He created me to be. I am also thankful that He is teaching me what a blessing it can be to allow others to express their gifts. By accepting that coupon, it allowed the other woman to experience generosity. Despite my preoccupation with my own mental baggage, I did notice that she had a look of self-respect and the good kind of pride, knowing that she was helping someone. I could not let my self-importance take that away from her by rejecting her offering. Who knows, perhaps that was her sacrifice to God. Her giving of herself with no expectation of a return. God is amazing and can use all kinds of circumstances to accomplish His purposes.
He is so great, and I am so blessed that He loves me and has adopted me into His family, flaws and all.
Until next time,
Hope
Epic Pinterest Fail
It pains me that even in areas of personal and professional development, I still experience epic instances of “the Pinterest fail.” I have my dearest and best friend to thank for reminding me that in this “greatness is inside of you” kind of world we live in today, that it is in fact Jesus Christ who is our sustainer and in him we live and move and have our being (Acts 17:28). I am grateful to know that He that began a good work in me will be faithful to complete it (Phil 1:6). However, in the process there may be some ugly, mutant like, Cookie Monster cupcakes – and late blog posts.
I wish I knew who to give credit to for this photo, because frankly, they nailed it!
Until next time,
Hope
Desert Wanderings Part 1
In my last post, some conversation was generated about my comment concerning wandering in a spiritual desert.
“For those of us who desire to follow God, but do it on our own terms, we are in for a lot of desert wandering, wondering where He is.”
While walking through the periodic desert phases of life, I used to wonder why things seemed so hard. Why I didn’t feel connected to God even though I wanted to be with Him. Why it felt like I had to make things work out on my own.
I have a strong independent streak. Maybe it is because I am a firstborn. That may have something to do with it, but I am certain that having a physically and emotionally absent father is the main reason. I had to “grow up quickly” and help my mother by taking on extra responsibilities at a young age. Today, even though I have the desire to go with God, in those dry times I sometimes find that I am not really looking for Him. Why? Because deep down I don’t believe that He has the time, energy, resources, or desire to care for me. As a child I created habits that allowed me to thrive despite my social and economic disadvantages. Unfortunately, depending on God was not one of those habits.
I came to know Christ in my early 20’s. By that time, the character traits I cultivated as child to help me navigate life, I had turned into idols. Intelligence, resourcefulness, perseverance, and self reliance, just to name a few. Idols? Yes idols. Any virtue or useful thing can be perverted into an idol if we look to those things first without acknowledging that the Giver of all good things has blessed us with them. Pastor and author, Timothy Keller, has a very thought provoking book on the subject called Counterfeit Gods: The Empty Promises of Money, Sex, and Power, and the Only Hope that Matters. I invite you to check it out.
I am so thankful for the word of God that reminds me of my place as God’s child in Matthew 7:7-11 and also reminds me that I can reach out to call Him “Abba” in Romans 8:14-16.
What about you? What has prompted your desert wanderings? How did you find your way out? What keeps you out in the desert? Share a bit in the comments section. I’d love to hear from you.
In my next post I’ll be talking about the kinds of things that kept me in the desert after I identified and surrendered my idols. But in the meantime, I’d like to encourage you with Proverbs 3:5-6.
5 Trust in the Lord with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
6 in all your ways submit to him,
and he will make your paths straight.
As always, using God’s Word as our plumb line for living.
Until next time,
Hope
Naked and Unashamed
Have you ever started something new and not been sure how it would all turn out? I hear ya. That is what this new adventure of writing a blog is all about. In my first post I mentioned that I heard a calling from God to share His wisdom by sharing what He has taught me through life’s ups and downs. The door opened to start a blog, so I walked through it. And so…I’ve got this new blog.
Have you ever had a preconceived notion of how God’s plan is supposed to work out? Good. I’m glad I’m not by myself. How about expectations of perfection from the very first step? Yay! You are my kind of people! As I looked at my expectations, my ideas for having a blog with instant and meteoric popularity were pretty grandiose. I’m so glad that I can objectively look at my motivations and quickly submit those thoughts to Christ as 2 Cor 10:5 teaches. This journey is about Jesus and the work He wants to do in my life and hopefully in the lives of others.
This is new ground for me. To not only get marching orders from God, but to also make the conscious choice to walk daily with Him as opposed to running ahead thinking He will bless everything I touch even if I don’t include Him in the decision making process. Ever been there? Exactly. I was blessed to come across a wonderful article on ambition from The High Calling. There is nothing wrong with wanting to do great things. We have many biblical role models for doing great things. That is not the point. The point is pride. My pride has the potential to be wrapped up in a polished and slick facade that gives the appearance of the utmost professionalism. The respect and adoration of others being prized above all. My temptation is to want you to stop by and see that I am a talented writer with a beautiful website. For you to be amazed by my beautiful and creative writing. For you to be touched by my insights and understanding. And, if I am being honest, for you to share what you have seen here in your own networks, thereby growing my popularity and lead to book deals, speaking engagements, etc. That is if I am really being honest about my motivations from time to time.
Well, God wants to know if I will share His wisdom even if there are no crowds. Even if this blog serves as a public diary with no readers beyond my friends and family.
There are some logistical realities that make it unrealistic for me being able to have a blog with all the bells and whistles right from the beginning. Ordinarily that would have kept me back, waiting for the perfect hour and situation before I took action on what God put in my heart. And in that process lose some of the intensity of what He put inside me. Like letting a delicious meal get cold.
This step of faith is my attempt to follow God on His terms and not mine. I would much rather present my offering with clean simplicity. Naked and humbly so that the message isn’t lost in the midst of the bells and whistles. More importantly, so that no one confuses the power of the message with the attractiveness the vehicle. For those of us who desire to follow God, but do it on our own terms, we are in for a lot of desert wandering, wondering where He is. But God is gracious, and can put an end to our wanderings if we take our eyes off of ourselves and keep them on Christ. So, here is my blog, naked and unadorned with bits of wisdom learned from my failings and shortcomings that He has redeemed. I hope it blesses you. Thank you for taking the time to stop by and join me on the journey of using God’s Word as our plumb line for living.