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I.CAN’T.DO.THIS.

Because sometimes He speaks so clearly I stop in my tracks…

If following God means the joy I’m showing, would our kids want to be in His will?

I tell them:
-The best place to be is in God’s will.
-God loves you and has a plan for your life.
-Serving God is the greatest thing you could ever do.

Then I mope around the house. I’m short with them. I rush through bedtime to get a break.

Sometimes I probably look downright miserable doing what I tell them He’s called me to do.

Why would they ever want to follow Him with me making it look so terrible?

I’m the first to say that the life of a Christian is not one of ease. Christ suffered. Why would we expect any less? But I also believe a life without joy is not living the life Christ died to give us.

I’m also the first to admit that having kids is hard. And we don’t own it enough. And everyone looks perfect, so we keep smiling while we’re dying inside and just so, so tired.

But has He called me here? In this little spot we call home? Has He called me to be His ambassador? To partner with Him in shaping these little arrows to be sent out?

YES!

The disconnect…Working in my own strength. Carrying the burden He intends to bear. Talking God to our kids while not talking to God myself.

I.CAN’T.DO.THIS.

That’s where I find freedom. I can’t, but He can. He never asked me to do the things I’m trying to do. That’s why I get burned out.

So I give them to Him all over again. And I can smile and laugh and run and tickle. And yes, I’m still so tired, but it’s a joyful tired.

Because being in His will…where else is there to be?

  “Have you not known? Have you not heardThe LORD is the everlasting Godthe Creator of the ends of the earthHe does not faint or grow wearyhis understanding is unsearchableHe gives power to the faintand to him who has no might he increases strengthEven youths shall faint and be weary, and young men shall fall exhaustedbut they who wait for the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eaglesthey shall run and not be wearythey shall walk and not faint.” (Isaiah 40:28-31)

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And currently we have two two year olds!

 

“The gospel lib…

“The gospel liberates us to be okay with not being okay. We know we’re not-though we try very hard to convince other people we are. But the gospel tells us, ‘Relax, it is finished’.”

Because of the gospel, we have nothing to prove or protect. We can stop pretending. The gospel frees us from trying to impress people, to prove ourselves to people, to make people think we’re something that we’re not.

The gospel grants us the strength to admit we’re weak and needy and restless-knowing that Christ’s finished work has proven to be all the strength and fulfillment and peace we could ever want, and more.”

From Tullians’ book Jesus + Nothing = Everything

Ode to the “Other Days”

His “strength is made perfect in weakness (II Cor. 12:9).”  Praise the Lord!  I am so weak so many days.  I wake up late, skip my time with the Lord, and then rush through the rest of the day.  I check the clock to see how many hours til naptime.  Then I check it again to see what time Daddy will be home.  Before bed I check it to see if it’s too early to put them down.  Yes, 6:00 is a little too early.  Then I put them in the bath knowing that they’ll entertain themselves for nearly an hour before a reasonable bedtime comes.  Those are the days I’m weak.

There are other days where I get up early, workout, pray, and spend time with the Lord.  The boys and I have an excellent day filled with laughs, hugs, and walks to the park.  We’re actually surprised when Daddy comes home “so early.”  I’m reluctant to put them to bed and gladly give in to their pleas for “just one more book.”  Those too are the days I’m weak.

Each and every day, no matter how smoothly things go or don’t go, I still need my Father.  I need His strength to be perfect, because I’m not.  I need to remember the grace I’ve been given and the love I’ve been shown.   Every day, I need to remember that I’m His and live in His strength.