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Showing posts with label Confessions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Confessions. Show all posts

Stop the Complain Train, I'm getting off.



If you have been a part of social media in the slightest bit in the last couple of months, and especially the last couple of weeks, you have probably witnessed what I like to refer to as

 "The 2012 Trample of Philippians 2:14".

You know, the verse that says "Do ALL THINGS without complaining and arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God, without rebuke in a crooked and perverse nation."

Don't get me wrong, I'm all for being the salt and light in this tasteless and dark world we live in. But I can't help but ask myself, are we going too far?

I haven't had a lot of spiritual posts, lately. Not just because I've been incredibly obsessed with making sure the world gets to know and falls in love with (like I have) my beautiful baby boy, but also because I always have that feeling in my gut, that thought in the back of my head after I post one - are people going to say to themselves - "What does she know about this?" " Who does she think she is"? Well let me assure you, I don't really know squat about it. I don't really think I'm anybody. I'm just a young woman who is still learning about life. One who hasn't even been a Christian for half of my life. This is just my opinion. You don't have to agree with me. What I have been seeing lately has really been bothering me, so I felt like I would share what I've noticed.

We've gotten to a point where our posts of comics and satire aren't really about how our hearts break for the lost and empty, but about how "stupid" they are and how they are way off track with almost a snicker hidden in the footer of the post. It's anything but funny, really.

And the anger and hostility that comes with most of it is also a little much. I don't know, maybe it's something about being a mom. Maybe having a son has completely rocked my world, but I cant help but look over at the picture of some of these people in these arguments I have seen lately and there they are, just a young high school or college looking boy. And I can't help but think that if (God forbid) even with all of the upbringing we are going to try to give our son, if he one day found himself questioning and lost, would I want people to talk to him this way? Do I think the comments about his intelligence and the humor they find in his lost soul would lead him closer to God, or further away? I've seen people defending God's commandments in one sentence and then using language like "libtard" and "d-bag" in another. It makes me sad.

It's something to think about. Every time you discuss these issues with someone. If this was your child (or your brother, or mother, etc) how would you want someone to speak to them right now? What would help them get closer to God? The TRUTH, I know. But Ephesians 4:15 talks about speaking the truth IN LOVE. This is maturity in Christ.

Uh oh. I said the L-word.

Even though this word is mentioned  697 times in the Bible (depending on what version you use), if you over use this word, you might just be called a TOLERANT Christian. A "liberal Christian", a "left side Christian".

I saw a quote just the other day about how God did not call Christians to be tolerant of evil.

And that is exactly correct, He did not.

What he did say is spoken from the mouth of Jesus in Luke 6:35-36.

Those verses say that God is kind to the unthankful and evil, so for us to be MERCIFUL with them, just as God was merciful with us. God sure has been merciful with me.

To me, merciful doesn't mean agreeing with their actions. It means disagreeing with actions with compassion, kindness, consideration of their hearts and experiences they have been through. I want to be careful of my attitude. I don't want to get so wrapped up in not "tolerating evil" in order to fit in with what everyone is complaining about to the point where I start trashing people and exalting myself.

In Luke 18, Jesus was telling a parable (to some who were confident in their own righteousness) about 2 different men and the attitudes of their heart towards those who sin. One was a Pharisee, and when he came into the temple he prayed - "God, thank you that I am not like all of these other men,... the robbers, evil doers, sexual immoral, and even like this tax collector. The other man, the tax collector, did not even look up to Heaven, but asked "God please have mercy on me, a sinner!" Jesus said that the TAX COLLECTOR was the man who was justified that day. For he who exalts himself with be humbled. And he who humbles himself will be exalted.

These aren't the words of some great theologian. Not the words of a great Gospel preacher. They are the words of Jesus. The man whom we as Christians are supposed to strive to be like in every way.

The sad part is, some will read this very post (where I am quoting our own Savior, and they will consider me and my words to be "paving the road to hell" with my LOVE AND TOLERANCE. I think maybe that is the very thought that the Pharisee had in Luke 18. We should be careful.

My point here is, do I think we should stand up for God's Word and what we believe is right? Absolutely.

But do I think we need to do it in an unkind way, arguing and having an attitude of righteousness where we forget that we also have any faults? Absolutely Not.

Even in this post I am hypocritical and inconsistent. I say I'm tired of complaining, and so I complain about it. See? Far from perfection.


But still, Kindness DOES NOT EQUAL tolerance.


If that is true, then like I mentioned before, in Luke 6, Jesus would be telling us that God is kind tolerant to the ungrateful and evil...  And we all know that isn't true.

kind
[kahynd]  
adjective, kind·er, kind·est. - of a good nature, considerate, mild, gentle.

tol·er·ate
[tol-uh-reyt] 
verb (used with object), tol·er·at·ed, tol·er·at·ing. - to endure without objection.
These two words do not have the same meaning. Which means, you CAN do one, without doing the other, despite popular belief.
So from this day forward, I will strive to treat everyone that I disagree with, with kindness and mercy, just as Jesus asked me to. I will remember my own faults before pointing out anyone elses, in order to try and stay humble. I have much to work on, let me tell ya! In fact, even though I have been a Christian for 8 years, some of my weaknesses and struggles are still pretty high up there on the "oh boy" meter of faults.
  For example:


Here's a confession, and it's not one I am proud of. But I've always vowed to be completely real and completely open on this blog. (What a waste of time it would be if I wasn't right?!)
So...

 I used to have serious potty mouth.
Yeah. It was pretty bad. I mean, ... like a sailor. You'd be shocked. Thankfully, when I became a Christian and decided to strip away the old me and put on the new me, I metaphorically folded up my potty mouth all nice and neat and tucked it tightly away in a nice little box ... and KICKED IT TO THE CURB immediately! Easy as pie.
Ha. If only it were that simple.

Filthy language is like a drug. It's like alcohol. You can very easily get addicted, and it's really hard to kick the habit. I'll be the first to let you know, it's an every day struggle. To alter your speech after all of those years?? It takes tons of self control. And when you first start to substitute your words, its tough. You slip. And if they don't come out of your mouth, they are there in your mind bouncing around.
I'm human. And I have lived more than half of my life letting whatever words I wanted come out of my mouth. So I'm not going to tell you that when I stump my toe, or burn my finger, that I don't sometimes have to stop and say a little prayer to help me get through it.
Create in me a pure heart, Oh God.
And it gets better, the more you study and pray and want to be a good Christian, but it is something I still have to work on. It makes me sad to have to say that. I wish that studying and praying and well,... just my love for God in general would be enough to cause me to never say those things (or even think them!) ever again. But it's not. Not yet. But STRIVING matters, right? It is something I have failed miserably at over the past years.
So ... with that being said - why would I be so hard on someone for something they do wrong when I am still working to make myself better?

I hope as Christians trying to help bring the lost to Christ, we always have a broken heart for them. We always do what we can to be an example of kindness, humility, and gentleness, because those are the things that are going to help them want to know the One who puts those things in our hearts. Even towards our enemies. We don't have to be silent on what we think is wrong in order to do that, we just need to make sure our attitude is mercy and not pride. If you get ANY kind of kick out of posting about the sin of others, how their souls are in jeopardy, and how you are doing all these great things for God, but snicker at those who are "idiots" and don't have a clue .... I would just stop and look at your attitude for just a moment.

It was the Sinner in Luke 18 who left justified. The same one that the Pharisee just trashed in his prayer for his wicked ways.

Will our words make us justified?

God, our hearts break for those who have yet to know you. It makes us want to cry when we think of what they are missing out on. I know, I once felt that emptiness in my own heart and soul. Help us be the example that will bring them closer to you. With love, and mercy, and kindness. Not so we can be RIGHT, but so that YOU will be Glorified. Let us stand for you with confidence while we are known for meekness and gentleness, just like Your Son. And let us not forget our own faults, because we too are still striving to be pure in heart. Thank you so much for being a forgiving and merciful God. In Jesus name, Amen.     


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I Have A Confession.



I've got this war going on inside of me.

I'm not sure if I can really explain it, but I'll try.

It is a war between my "flesh" and my soul. It has been going on for a while now, and it's painful. One day I wake up, and all I want to do is simplify my life. I want to live out in a little cottage house in the country, have our own little garden, sit out on the back porch sipping iced tea as the sun goes down and talking about my favorite songs and scriptures. I want to give all I have away and not look back. But the next day, I will wake up and think about how much I want to go shopping, where I would love to go on an extravagant vacation, what is coming on t.v. that night, and how I can cram more stuff and more entertainment into my day than I could possibly imagine. And one part of me longs to be patient and forgiving and an absolute optimist. While the other part is in such a rush, always finding the cup half empty, always coming home "too tired" at the end of the day to take time out for study or prayer.

In other words, there is a part of me that is seeking such fulfillment in the way I'm living, and then there is a part of me that wants to deny myself and let someone else live in me. It is something I constantly struggle with. Some days, I'm incredibly materialistic... but most days, I just want to be plain and simple. Meek and lowly. Humble and modest. I feel it in my soul. And most days, the sad part is... I let it stay there.

But I have to remember -

"I have been crucified with Christ, and it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and delivered Himself up for me." - Galatians 2:20



I'm sure there are a lot of people in the world who think that those of us who have put away the old man, and given our lives to Christ are kind of weird.

And they're right. We are.

We've been called to be a peculiar people. Set apart from the rest of the world. Strangers in a place that is not our home. So when you see the way we worship, and pray, and strive to live our life in such a way that would Glorify God, you might not understand.

We choose to lose our life, in order to LIVE.
If only I could stop this war inside me and truly deny myself.

Then he said to them all: "If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me. For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me will save it."- Luke 9:23-24

Yet God forbid that I should boast about anything or anybody except the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, which means that the world is dead to me and I am a dead man to the world.- Galatians 6:14

So please pray for me with this struggle.
Of course I want to live comfortably and to be able to take care of my family. But more than anything, I feel it in my soul, I want to simplify my life until God is the only thing left. And then add to that my blessings. Not the other way around. Not where I find myself engulfed in desires of this world until I'm filled to the brim, and then add God in where I can. I want to deny myself all of the pleasures of this life and take up my cross. I want to lose my life so that I may save it.

"Bind up these broken bones, mercy bend and breathe me back to life...
but not before You show me how to die."

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I'll take a turkey sandwhich. Add tomatoes. MINUS THE DRAMA.





What a week.

How does that old saying go? Tension was so sharp you could cut it with a ...uh... or a knife was so sharp our tension was cu ... or ... something. You know what I mean.

Drama seems to be everywhere I look these days. But it is incredibly disheartening for me to see. In places where I truly like every individual personality there, it seems like they can't get along to save their life. And I feel as though I am often in the middle of it all.

My body feels things to the extreme. I don't know how to explain it. When it is barely cool in the room, I am wrapped in a sweatshirt and still have goosebumps. When it is barely over my comfort of warmth, I am sweating like a dog. And when there is tension in the air, I feel that too. My shoulders and neck tense up. My jaws stay clenched. My head starts to hurt.

What is our problem? Why does this drama exist?

Well.. most of the time, the answer is being inconsiderate. It can be that simple and that complicated all at the same time. Come on, we are all guilty of having the "watch out for number one" complex at one time or another. We don't stop and put ourselves into someone else's shoes enough to see how they would feel about certain things, give them the benefit of the doubt, or just treat others as we would want to be treated. And most of the time we aren't even consciously being inconsiderate. In fact, we might not even mean to be at all.

But it is like one of those toys at the store that has the button on the foot to make it sing, you know? And you just want to hear it sing for just a second. Just a little second. Just long enough to hear what song it will be. So you push it. And it starts. LOUD. And everyone is staring at you. And you keep pushing that stupid button to stop it, but it doesn't stop it. You just have to wait it out. Yeah it's like that. It is one of those things that once it all gets started, you want to take it all back. But it already tangles so many people up in the web with you, you can't fix it immediately without a blow up. You just have to wait it out.

It makes people in the middle uncomfortable. It hurts anyone in the situation. It repels anyone else who might want to try to get to know you. Drama is never a good thing.

Trust me, I know. I spent quite a few years of my life as an expert in the subject.

So here is my advice. {Take it or leave it, what do I know?} Go directly to the person that you have the problem with. Tell them WHY you feel this way. It is ok to be honest with them. Just say that you FEEL this way. It doesn't make it a fact. Just a feeling. Let them tell you how they feel about it. And then realize that nobody did anything to INTENTIONALLY hurt anyone. Come on, we aren't barbarians!
And hug and make up.

O.k. ... so maybe not the hug part. But shake hands or something, seriously.
And then we can all live happily ever after.

And I can unclench my jaw.
PLEASE?
That would be great.

*On a brighter note*

Confessions of a twenty something drama queen. (Minus the drama):

1. I'd love to raid Stacey London's closet. Man, how does she find such cute dresses that are always that modest?? They don't sell those here in Texas.

2. I'm one of those people. I am always in the lane that is going the fastest. Even if that means switching lanes every two minutes. You hate me, I know.

3. I'm in my late twenties and yet still enjoy watching the show Wizards of Waverly Place. It makes me laugh! What can I say? Yes, it is corny.. but come on people, you are talking to a woman from the Saved by the Bell and Full House generation. Corny is my middle name.

4. I always tell the lady at subway to put lots of light mayonnaise on my turkey sandwich. I mean LOTS. I somehow convince my conscience that it balances out the amount by using the low fat. Wait. Can you convince your conscience of something? Or is it your conscience that convinces you in the first place?
Oh I digress.

Either way, with all of that mayo it is a dripping dose of deliciousness.

and then I add tomatoes.

And ... well, you know the rest.

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I HAVE A CONFESSION.

I'm judgmental.


I'm afraid it's true. I stumbled upon this realization today, actually.
In the dollar store.

There I was, buying some certificate frames for some of the volunteers at work and as I'm checking out this lady walks up behind me. I start to get my bags and put them in my cart when I see her taking loads and I mean loads of what I would call junk [possibly her treasure] out of her basket and laying it on the counter to buy. I politely smiled at her and turned around to walk out. And do you know what my next thought was?
She must be a hoarder.


Yep.

I totally judged her.
You see, the T.V. made me do it [the ultimate excuse]. I've been watching that addicting show Hoarders on A&E lately, and I think I've been traumatized by some of the houses that have been shown on that show. Nevertheless, I got into my car and sat there for a second.
Completely ashamed.
"Seriously... How often do I do this?"

So here I am.
Spilling my judgmental guts to the entire world.
That's what I signed up for isn't it? Flaws and all.
But knowing is half the battle right? And at least I am aware of this so I can try to change it.
Because come on. I don't want to be "that girl".

So, because I am all about self-help, here are the steps I'm ready to take to change my heart:

Understand Them. I'll put myself in their shoes. I'll try to imagine possible scenarios as to why they are doing the things they are. I'll practice compassion and kick judgment to the curb!

Accept Them. I will accept people for who they are before I expect them to be the way society tells us to be or what I think is normal. I'll make an effort to talk to them and say something nice. I won't let stereotypes or t.v. shows dictate how I feel towards my fellow man.

Love Them. Once I try to understand them and accept them for who they are, the love part will come easy. I will pray that God gives me an open mind and an open heart for those around me. I will love them because I want to be like Christ and it won't matter if they are rich or poor, young or old, male or female, black or white, or ... even if they are hoarders. :)

[God, please help me to have a non-judgmental heart.]"My brothers, show no partiality as you hold the faith in our Lord Jesus Christ, the Lord of Glory. For if a man wearing a gold ring and fine clothes comes into your assembly, and a poor man in shabby clothes also comes in, and if you pay attention to the one who wears the fine clothing and say "You sit here in a good place", while you say to the poor man "You stand over there" or "sit down at my feet", have you not made distinctions among yourselves and become judges with evil thoughts?" - James 2:1-4
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I'm getting OLD.

Those two dreaded words.


Family. Reunion.






I know, right? But, O.K., I have a confession. This is going to be hard to believe.

Brace yourself.

The older I get, the more I love family reunions.

There. I said it.

But it is so true. When I was in High School and College, I would've rather gone to the dentist and have a root canal than go sit for hours in a house with mostly older people, that I saw once a year, and talk about what we haven't been doing, with the people we haven't been doing it with, for the last few years.


But now, I love going. Not only because I have a new found appreciation for my family's love and consideration of others, (it took me a while, I know. 26 years to be exact.), but because I am really interested in knowing about my great grandparents, who they were and what they used to love. We had a reunion on my dad's side today. I had a great time.


I'm thinking that the older I get, the more I am going to love going to these types of gatherings. I've realized that it would be really sad for me to look back on my life and be able to tell you about every character on Everybody Loves Raymond, but not be able to tell you about my own family. So I want to learn as much as I can about the ones that have already left us, and the ones that are still here while I have the chance. And I would recommend that to anyone else.

Even if your family seems a little... oh, I don't know..... weird.
Even if you DO still have to sit at the kids table and you're 40. :)
It's so worth it.

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Unravel Me


It is really hard being a woman sometimes. But more than that, it is really hard to be a Christian woman. Especially in this world. With all of the constant fashion, makeup ads, and cute accessories flashed in front of our faces from day to day, we tend to want to go with the flow and shop, shop, shop to keep up.

I have a confession. I love TLC's What Not to Wear. I have learned so much from that show, from the straight legged paints to the pointy toe shoes. And there is something about watching that person's reaction when they have seen the final transformation that is super entertaining to me. But you know, I've been thinking. There is something kind of sad about every end of each episode of that show. When all is said and done, and the ladies have a new look, with a new wardrobe complete with new hair and makeup, they all say the same thing. "I have so much more confidence now. I feel like a new person with a new life and things are going to be so much better." It is kind of disheartening to know that these people did not have a "complete life" until they had a makeover. Do we really hold so much value in our style and look? I'm totally guilty. I love getting new purses and pretty jewelery. And if my feet weren't shaped weird, I'm sure I'd be a shoe girl too!

But 1 Peter 3:3 says - "Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, you should be known of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight." I love that ... "you should be known". So it got me to thinking... what am I known for? Am I known by my friends as the girl who is always wanting the latest fashions to wear and who wants to go shopping for the most hip shoes? Or am I known for my gentle and quiet spirit? Umm... quiet spirit?? I'm pretty sure I'm not known by that yet. :)

But here is the thing. I want to be.

The psalmist says in Psalm 119:37 "Turn my eyes away from worthless things. Give me a new life in your ways." What could be more worthless than what we decorate ourselves with? It will be extremely hard for me to completely turn away from the desires of this world. And I'm pretty sure that I will still occasionally "fall in love" with a pretty purse or earrings. But the important thing is to be sure and not find my value in these things. To not let it take me over so much that because I get a new look I feel like life will be so much better. And to definitely not be KNOWN for obsessing over these things. I want for people to be able to look at me and see the inside.

So that is my prayer today. That I may live in such a way that people see the real me. The one that does not claim this world as her home. I have more beautiful things than clothes and shoes to set my eyes upon, like my eternity in Heaven.
Dear God, Unravel Me.....

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