Friday, March 21, 2014

The Occupation of Mothering

I've been thinking about the under-appreciated occupation of mothering. This is what I would put on a LinkedIn profile if I ever created one. From stay-at-home mom to working mom, single or married, this profile applies to us all. I appreciate you, momma.  Keep up your hard work.  

"Occupation:  Sole proprietor of Gilmour Place, an educational home care facility specializing in spiritual, emotional, mental, academic, and life skills education.  We also cater to physical needs providing meals, medical and hygiene care, and transportation to all events and appointments.  All maintenance is handled on site, including, but not limited to, laundry and cleaning services.  Other services include decluttering, organizing, decorating, landscaping, and home repair.  Management of multiple persons and events, conflict resolution, administration, bookkeeping, and scheduling is also provided.  An introduction to music and the arts, as well as opportunities to participate in a variety of sports is also provided, although character development and faith are of utmost importance."  

Mothering is hard.  So very, very hard.  Keep up the hard work, mommas--God is with you.

"He will feed His flock like a shepherd; He will gather the lambs with His arm, and carry them in His bosom, and gently lead those who are with young."  Isaiah 40:11

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Sin and My Need for Jesus

My heart has been stirring for quite a while concerning sin and forgiveness.  In particular, what to expect regarding the two in the Christian life.  The stirring has turned into a burning pent up in my bones, thus this blog post.

I was not taught much about forgiveness growing up.  From attending church, I learned early on the line, "Jesus died on the cross to save me from my sins."  Sin, at least is mentioned here, but forgiveness is nowhere to be found.  Of course, I didn't much read the bible growing up, so this is about where my spirituality stopped until high school.  Four Christian organizations touched my life over the span of about 10 years, which God used to jump start and grow my walk with Jesus.  One was a Centrifuge trip to Florida as a middle schooler, one was a Chrysalis experience I went on my junior year of high school, and one was an Apex backpacking trip I attended withYoung Life my senior year of high school. The other was my involvement with Campus Outreach in college.  I am so grateful for the dedicated Christian people God placed in my life through each of these organizations.  Each planted seeds in my heart that God was going to grow.

From college fast forward a whopping ONE year and all of a sudden I was married with a baby on the way.  God was getting ready to expose my heart and the ugliness of my sin in a way that I had never seen before.  And he was going to do it through a man I loved and a precious little baby.  Make that four precious little babies.  In five years.  

The thing that surprised me the most about motherhood was my anger.  It was (and still is) the part about myself that seems nearly impossible to tame on some days.  Enter the gospel.  This is what God has been stirring in my heart.  I am so often incredibly surprised by my own sin.  Well, God isn't.  He is not surprised by a single sin I have ever committed or ever could commit.  Not a single one.  And each and every time I blunder, stumble, and fumble about because of the sin in my heart He reminds me of the gospel.  Of my desperate, constant, can't-ever-get-away-from-it need for saving.  But here has been the kicker for me lately...that He actually intends for this to happen!  He has designed it, for now, that we are sinners.  He knew Adam and Eve would fall in the garden and that each of us would therefore be born sinners.  And He has left it this way--on purpose!  This is one of the many ways He chooses to reveal Himself to us.  Through our failure and weakness.  

1 Peter 3:21 says, "There is also an antitype which now saves us, namely baptism (not the removal of the filth of the flesh, but the answer of a good conscience toward God), through the resurrection of Jesus Christ,"

Discovering this truth has absolutely shattered preconceived notions I once held about what was right to expect in the Christian life and instead set my expectations aright.  I used to think that as I grew in the Lord I would sin less and less.  While that might look true on the outside it couldn't be further from the truth on the inside.  As I grow closer and closer to Jesus, He shows me more and more of Himself, but also more and more of myself.  There is nothing on earth that exposes sin quite like God's standard for holiness.  But, I am learning not to fear "the filth of my flesh," but instead to embrace it; not it, per say, but the need that it awakens inside of me for Jesus, for saving, for help!  How often I find myself in situations I never intended to be in, having said things in a way I never intended to say them.  But, I am so often blind to the motives of my heart and how things I say come across to others.  To my husband, to my children, to friends, to my mother-in-law, the grocery store clerk, the list could go on and on.  It happens constantly!  Oh, how I need Him every hour.  Every minute.  Every second.

Spiritual Warfare.  On top of all of this, is a spiritual battle taking place that we can't see.  Satan and his demons whispering lies into the ears of me and billions of others across the world.  That sneaky little serpent telling me I can't trust God.  He doesn't love me.  I am a failure.  I can't really be used by God.  I am too prideful.  I'm too vain.  I don't have it all together.  I can't even keep the laundry done, silly little girl.  Well you see, Satan isn't the only one interested in capitalizing on our sin.  God is keenly interested in using, even our sin, for our good and His glory.  He allows our sin.  It does not surprise Him.  God does not fear.  He does not worry.  Did you know that God Himself, was the One who put Satan up to attacking Job?

In Job 1:8 it reads, "Then the Lord said to Satan, 'Have you considered My servant Job, that there is none like him on the earth, a blameless and upright man, one who fears God and shuns evil?'"  Satan proceeds to surmise that the only reason Job serves God is because of all the material wealth and good fortune he has gained in life.  He threatens the Lord and ascertains that if God were to strike Job he would surely curse God to His face.  In verse 12 it reads, "So the Lord said to Satatn, 'Behold all that he has is in your power; only do not lay a hand on his person...'"

God gave Satan permission to attack Job.  He allowed suffering to come the way of one of his beloved children and servants.  Sounds strikingly similar to what He permitted to happen to His very own Son.  I used to think suffering was for the people God was mad at, the people who displeased Him.  Now, I know better.  He allows suffering and discipline and correction to come into the lives of His precious children because He loves us!  He shows us the ugliness of our sin in His love for us.  Our failures, our mistakes, our harsh words, our impatient moments, our senseless oversights, our selfish actions, our laziness, our envy of even those we love, our pride and desire for glory, our disagreements, our gluttony, our judgments and self exaltations, our neglect, our whining, our complaining, our hiding and isolating, our vanity and obsession with ourselves, and every other form our sin takes.  He died for it all.  Satan intends to use our sin against us, for evil.  But God, in His love and mercy, allows our sin, and desires to use it for our good and His glory.  Satan, to plant roots of bitterness and doubt, but God to plant seeds of love and faith.  Satan, to grow our ugly pride, but God to slay our pride and replace it with humility and a desire for His glory.  Satan, to hurt those we love, but God to open the door for authenticity in relationships so souls may be won.

God forgives sin.  He has forgiven my sin and continues to forgive it each and every day when I return to him and confess it.  He is so faithful and just.  So present with me.  I am seeing that this same process should be a very normal part of my interactions with others.  I will sin.  Perhaps intentionally, hopefully less and less, but more often unintentionally.  Am I ready and willing to humble myself, apologize and seek forgiveness? Am I equally ready to extend forgiveness when I am wronged?  I should be.  Sin will be an ever present part of life until Jesus returns or He takes me home.  I just hope I am learning to embrace the weakness in me more and more.  For it is then that Christ's power can truly rest on me; for when I am weak, then I am strong.  To God be the glory!




Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Girl Talk: Let's Be Honest

Is it possible to be unaffected by so much screen time?  I'm going to go out on a limb here and say "no".  I'm speaking only from personal experience, of course, but in my life I must admit that I am prone to allowing things like Facebook, Instagram, and Pinterest to rob me of peace, contentment, joy, and effectiveness in my home.  They all have the potential to bring me down.  I have the best of intentions, really, I do.  But, somehow they can still get to me if I let them.  You know, to that deep down part of me that questions if I really am beautiful enough, good enough, organized enough, cute enough, hip enough...and on and on my heart spins.  Completely out of control and away from the Lord.  My house isn't cute enough.  I'm not Mom enough.  Not creative enough, fun enough.  I don't have enough friends.  I don't have the right friends.  She got 95 likes, I only got eight.  Not even enough to switch from listing the names to just reporting the number.  It's official. I am a loser.

So, Lord, what is at the root of my problem?  Sin.  Ok, right.  Big surprise, Melissa.  Just like a sheep, my heart wanders again.  "Thou shall not covet," the Lord says.  There I go again.  "Thou shall have no gods before me," the Lord says.  There I go again.  Vanity, vanity, vanity.  A chasing after the wind.  "The fear of man will prove to be a snare."  Yep.  Got caught again.  Fearing what man thinks of me.  Wondering, will I get the approval I am seeking?  Will someone comment?  Tell me!  Tell me, please!  Tell me that I'm beautiful.  Tell me that I'm enough.  Tell me I'm a good wife, a good mom, a good homemaker.  Tell me!  Tell me!  Because your opinion matters to me.  Yes it does.  Too much.  "Let another man praise you and not your own lips."  What is Facebook and Instagram?  A socially acceptable way for my heart to fish for compliments anytime, anywhere.  I don't even have to look anyone in the eye.  No exposure of my heart, thank you.  Risk-free "relationships"...or are they?

And I haven't even mentioned the addiction factor.  If I were scientific I would do a study.  I'm sure the results would be staggering.  Wake up.  Check my phone.  Get dressed.  Check my phone.  Brew coffee.  Check my phone.  Begin to pray.  Check my phone.  Continue to pray.  Check my phone.  Read my bible.  Check my phone.  Pour coffee.  Check my phone.  Get the kids.  Check my phone.  Make breakfast...you got it, check my phone.  This is insanity, people.  At least for me.  Obviously this doesn't mean that I don't use social media forums because I do.  It means that I want the Lord to be Lord of my time using social media (and blogging for that matter.)  I am challenged to make sure that the nourishment that I feed my soul on a daily basis is eternal, everlasting, and true.  I want--I need--to drink from the fount of Living Water.  Thanks for letting me vent. :)

To read more about this topic check out Todd Wilson, The Family Man's blog here.


Monday, July 30, 2012

Any Day Now...A Few Ponderings of My Heart

Little Xavier James is squirming all around inside my belly and contracting like crazy ALL the time.  My due date isn't until August 9th, but my secret heart's desire is that he would come tomorrow, on the 31st of July.  We shall see...  My other two boys are both born on the 31st of their birth month.  Kinda cool.  Anyway, it really doesn't matter.  God's timing is best.

I think the last time I posted we didn't have a name.  Xavier means "bright and splendid" and James means "supplanter".  We intentionally chose Xavier because we liked the way it sounded and we liked the meaning.  Honestly, until right now I hadn't even considered the meaning of the name James.  We just liked the way it flowed and it happens to be in the family on my side.  As I was just looking up the meaning of supplanter I found this definition:  "one who wrongfully or illegally seizes and holds the place of another."  This is very interesting to me considering what God has been stirring around in my heart regarding expectations.  Upon reading the definition of supplanter, some mommas might gasp at the words "wrongfully and illegally".  People with perfectionist and legalistic tendencies like myself, may immediately conclude that they certainly don't want anything wrong or illegal for their child.  And of course we don't.  But what if God views things a little differently?  After all, He's the One who's not finished with us yet.  Precious Jesus is the One constantly providing intercession to the Father on my behalf when I sin and turn back to Him in confession and repentance.  Praise be to God! 

Jacob, which is where the name James is actually derived from, is the man in the bible who stole the firstborn birth right from his brother Esau.  Read the account in Genesis 25 through 27.  There is nothing "Sunday School or good" about it.  He straight up schemed, lied, and weaseled his way into possession of the birthright and his father Abraham's blessing.  I'm no bible scholar, but I know that Jacob is basically a bible hero, a good guy, one that God esteems.  All over the rest of the bible you will find the term "God of Jacob".  Pretty impressive.  So, I have been trying to reconcile this initial "wrong" act that seems to have set the entire course of Jacob's life in place, with the fact that he turns out to be such a "good" guy. 

Another example...  So often lately, for some reason, my mind will drift to thinking about King David's momma rocking him as a baby.  This is the King David who was a man after God's own heart (1 Kings 9:4, 11:4, 14:8, 15:3).  The same King David who also committed murder and adultery.  I am most certain David's momma never prayed for her child to commit murder or adultery while she was rocking him to sleep.  No one would ever do that.  Yet here we have a man who God allowed to commit those heinous sins so he could pen the words to Psalm 51.  So, little ole' me, part of the generations of believers to come after him, could read David's Psalms and get my reality in check from time to time.  The horrific events in David's life shaped the man he was.  I keep trying to find where in the bible that perfect person is.  I just can't do it.  What do I find instead?  Account after account of messed up people giving their hearts to God and God using them for His glory.  God allows pain to bring good.  Suffering to produce glory.  All of which does not fit into the category of "perfect".  Sounds a lot like the what happened on the cross and a lot like what happens in my life.   

A bed of roses is not how I would describe raising a five, three, and two year old with one on the way any day now.  It's just not pretty most of the time.  And when it is pretty, of course I don't have my camera or phone near by to capture the moment so I can store it away and view it on those days when I need to know, at least for a moment, that maybe I really am doing an okay job at motherhood.  Life just isn't like that for me.  I am trying to get to the point where I will quit expecting harps and peace and tranquility at every turn.  I know some may want to stop me and tell me to quit with my depressing outlook on life.  No, you say, God has good for you.  You can have peace in Him.  Yes, I can...in Him.  Not in my circumstances.  Let me tell you, when my circumstances are easy and wonderful, I try to be fully appreciative and receive that moment of happiness with thanksgiving.  I'm actually having one of those moments right now.  I am typing away as the contractions keep coming and my husband is playing with our three children at the zoo.  I think it's going on three hours of peace and quiet in this house.  Let me tell you, I am grateful.  I'm just saying, that can't be my expectation every day or Satan will absolutely eat me for lunch...actually, he will probably be done with me by breakfast.  

An acquaintance of mine from college recently lost her 2 month old little boy.  Her faith and the faith of her husband are incredible.  Their hearts are truly worshiping the Lord through this tragedy and counting it a blessing to be worthy to partake in the sufferings of Christ.  Not what anyone would wish for their life, but they are experiencing the glory and grace that can come from deep suffering.  I wonder if I allow myself to worship the Lord and receive His grace in the midst of my mundane "suffering."  You moms know what I'm talking about--dealing with the same disobedience for the umpteenth time in an hour, changing another diaper, wiping up another spill, opening the refrigerator one more time hoping dinner will just jump out and onto the table.  Putting one foot in front of the other when all you want to do is crawl into bed.  Trying to "let the little children come to Me" when all I want to do is scream at them to just give me one minute of peace.  Trying to get through that important phone call without a meltdown to attend to or disaster to divert.  Suffering.  Maybe more appropriate long-suffering.  That is what so much of motherhood is about for me.  Lord, give me your grace, your mercy, your strength to endure and to do the job I've been given well.  I depend upon You and am desperate for your Holy Spirit.  Work in me.  

I was recently encouraged by the teaching of an older woman at church.  The basic premise was this.  Kids don't always make you look good.  You may be blessed with the compliant type that do for the most part, but most of the time, at least for a little while, they don't.  This woman, a little further along in life than me, was admonishing us that we would be wise to sacrifice our "perfect mom image" so that our kids can learn to choose God for themselves.  Our mess-ups in life are often the very things that bring us again to the Lord in desperation, if we are believers, or to the Lord for the first time, if you are not a believer.  Would we be so selfish as to contrive and control the lives of our children to never experience pain, problems, or mistakes?  Without them how else would God train our hearts to want Him more than other, lesser things?  What is my job, really as a mom?  To fill my children up with the sword of the Spirit, the Word of God.  God promises it will not return void.  It will be their job to wield that Sword one day when they need it.  Maybe they will pull out God's Word and fight to victory or maybe they will learn the hard way through defeat.  I just want to have a clean conscience that I at least did my job of depositing God's Word into their little souls and training them up in the way they should go.  Will they go that way?  That is up to them.  (Deuteronomy 5:16, Ephesians 6:1-3) Sometimes the hardest part is letting them choose.  We all sin.  There is no one righteous, no not one.  But what will my response and my children's response be when we do?  That is the mark of a heart pleasing to the Lord.  I have a feeling that King David's momma was a pretty incredible woman.  I can't wait to meet her one day.  Just some things I am pondering... 

Friday, April 27, 2012

The "Music" of Life

For quite some time I have had it on my heart to shout it from the mountain tops that oftentimes scripture we read in the bible does not look like what we think it should look like.  Let me give you an example.

Ah, my favorite verse on children.  "Children are a heritage from the Lord.  The fruit of the womb is a reward."  Psalm 127:3

Can't you just picture it now?  A spotless house, neat and tidy children exquisitely dressed bounding down the stairs with smiles on their faces ready to greet you and the world with joy, exuberance, and laughter.  This is the heritage God is talking about.  Surely this is the reward He means to give me for having all these children in the first place.

Screech.  Hault.  Cut.  Scratch that.  Anyone with children knows that is not reality.  Even, if that scenario becomes a reality in your life, if you were honest, you would admit that those moments are fleeting and that it took a lot of hard work to attain them in the first place.  My favorite scenes from the Duggars are the ones where the kids are fighting or bickering or otherwise just being kids!  Following Christ, walking in the spirit, even enjoying peace in my home does not always look like Pottery Barn Kids or sound like a tranquil day by the sea.  

I've always wanted to put verses like Psalm 127:3 to music.  Not the beautiful, relaxing music you hear in spas and salons, but the "music" of real life.  What do children sound like?  They are loud.  They scream, they whine, they complain, they argue, they don't listen, they make messes, and boys especially, mostly crash, bang, boom, and bump their way through life.  That is the "music" that should be playing in your mind if you want to have realistic expectations about Psalm 127:3.

My mentor, who is nearly 70, talks about pouring God's word into your children.  She is feisty, bold, and boy, does she love teaching and helping women just like me.  For me, the most encouraging part of her message about getting God's word into your children was her description of what that looked like in her home when her girls were teenagers.  On a good portion of the mornings in their home, her girls would gripe and sulk their way down to the kitchen table making their case for why they needed to skip reading the Proverb of the day that morning.  Wow.  Doesn't that just make you feel better?  This task we have been called to if we are mothers will not come without opposition.  Think about it, a reward doesn't hold a lot of value unless you have worked hard for it.  Now, that is having realistic expectations.  Be encouraged!