Saturday, June 29, 2013

Saturday of Serving

Saturday of Serving
 
We all have things in our lives that it’s hard for us to imagine living without.  We have interests and loves that we need to help us feel satisfied and complete.  To feel whole.  Things that bring us contentment and joy and fulfillment.  For many of us, serving is a choice.  It's a conscious decision we make to serve.  But for some of us, serving isn’t something we really think much about doing; we just do it.  It’s one of those things in our lives that we can’t imagine living without.  It isn’t a choice for us; it’s a need.  It's essential, and without it, a part of us seems to be missing.  We feel incomplete, unsatisfied, restless, and discontent unless we serve.  And I’m beginning to realize that I’m one of those people.
With that said, when my pastor announced to our congregation that last Saturday the church was going to be holding a Family Fun Day outreach for the community as they closed their week of VBS, there was no hesitation in my heart as to whether I should commit to being one of the needed volunteers.  My heart is for serving, especially in ministry and particularly in missions work like outreaches.  So when my parents signed up and I knew I’d have a ride, I eagerly signed my name up too.
I anticipated that day for the entire week.  On Saturday morning, I woke up excited, ready to serve, and praying that the Lord would use me and use the event for His glory and to further His kingdom, to plant seeds in the hearts of those we would minister to that day.  That we would be able to show His love to others.
When we arrived at our church, I was almost promptly put to work.  I was in the right place at the right time.  Later I was stationed at supervising a game along with two women- one that attended our church and one that was still a visitor.  They were wonderful companions throughout the day and I so enjoyed getting to know them both.  My heart was in complete contentment as I poured out my energy that day, and I felt so fulfilled and whole.  I was all smiles, I experienced such joy in participating as a volunteer to make the event a success.  The seemingly quiet and usually reserved girl stepped out and revealed her friendly and people-person side that no one normally sees.  I was in my niche.  Serving is where I belong.
Just as serving is a blessing to those being served though, it’s also a blessing to the server, and I was so blessed by that one day.  As I watched children come by to play and later return to play again, my heart was warmed.  I love children, and my heart swelled with tenderness for them from a little toddler to all the ages up.  Children are truly a gift from the Lord.
Miss Rose, one of the women I worked with, inspired me so much by her willingness to serve.  She didn’t even attend our church yet- she and her family had visited once and her son had participated in the VBS that week- yet she was still willing to come out and volunteer, to offer her time and energy on a hot summer day as a sacrifice to be used by the Lord.  That is truly the heart of a servant, is it not?  “Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men, 24since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward.  It is the Lord Christ you are serving.” (Col 3:23&24)
In truth not to minimize reality, I admit the day was hot.  Temperatures were high and with a clear blue sky overhead, the afternoon sun blistered down upon the field behind our church.  Water was an essential to keep hydrated, but I think most of us still perspired the water as quickly as we drank it, despite our efforts to stay in the shade as much as possible.  Thankfully the Lord blessed us with a refreshing breeze every now and then though.  What a blessing on such a warm day!  Needless to say, the icy snow cones were apparently one of the favorite free foods offered.
But though it was hot, I heard no complaints from those I volunteered with or from those others of my church family that I socialized with.  Everyone seemed a good sport about it and willing to pitch in and help make the day a success.  Our senior pastor, youth leader, and children's pastor all good-naturedly took turns sitting in the dunking tank even.  What a main attraction that was!  Everyone was there because they wanted to volunteer, they wanted to serve.  They were there because they wanted to be.  And nothing was going to stand in the way of that.  As I looked around at my church family being the hands and feet of the Lord, I felt connected to them again.  We were all there for one purpose and had one goal in mind as we served side-by-side.  Any and all differences of opinions and differences of personalities were set aside; there was no discord.  We were the body of Christ united in Him; we were family… and I truly felt like we were.
The event lasted from two o’clock in the afternoon to six o’clock, but I still wasn’t ready for it to end.   It saddened my heart as I watched the men begin taking down the awnings.  It had been one the best days I had known since I had volunteered for McKeever’s First Ride back in April (see Freedom from the Former from April 2013).  And unfortunately, the day had reached its close.  I went home with my parents that afternoon hot, sweaty, with aching feet from running back and forth on the gravel for more prizes.  My back even got sunburned.  But it didn’t matter.  None of what I had sacrificed mattered to me.  I had received in return more than double of what I had offered.  I was overflowing with happiness; I was content and satisfied.  I felt fulfilled.  The restlessness was all gone that day for I had been doing exactly what God had called me to do, and my heart rejoiced in the opportunity.  I didn’t know what laid down the road or even what the next day would bring, but the Lord had opened the door and I had walked through it.  And more than ever now does my heart yearn to be used by Him in ministry and missions outreach.  God doesn’t always reveal His plans in bright lights, but instead sometimes shows us our purpose by one step at a time.
 
 
“Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord.  Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.  Share with God’s people who are in need.  Practice hospitality.” Romans 12:11-13
 
 
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~We’ve all heard of the phrase “pulling on her/ his heartstrings,” but heart-chords?  I was struggling to decide what to name my blog.  I wanted it to be a name that was both creative and meaningful.  As I pondered, my gaze fell upon my acoustic guitar where it stands in my bedroom, and the Lord reminded me that our hearts- our lives- are instruments.  They are constantly in song, but what melody our heart plays is each of our own decisions.  They can play a melody for praise or for entertainment.  A musician selects his songs according to his audience.  So do we.  Whether our audience is the world or the Lord, our song will be different.  This blog is designed to first, increase my awareness in finding God and His guidance in my every day and second, to share the music lessons He teaches me in tuning my heart to learn the chords of praise He longs to play on my heart-instrument.  Music is a powerful tool.  Use it for His glory.  “He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God.  Many will see and fear and put their trust in the Lord.” Psalm 40:3
 
 
 
 
 
 


Saturday, June 22, 2013

Pruning the Pride

Pruning the Pride
 
            As I was clearing out my bedroom several weeks ago, I came across a prayer journal I had received for my birthday once.  I had been eight-years-old at the time.  On my cleaning rampage, I tucked the book away in my bookcase to later weed through with all of my other children’s books.

            Shortly thereafter though, I was getting ready for bed one night when I remembered the journal and had a sudden whim to flip through it, despite the fact that it was already after midnight.  So I sat down on my bedroom floor, pulled out the book, and began reading the notes on its pages.  The misspelled words and crooked cursive writing made me smile and the innocence of my childhood prayers warmed my heart, but there were times when I was actually surprised by the spiritual depth that crossed my young mind and found that some of the same struggles I experienced at eight-years-old, I still dealt with ten years later.

            For instance, one page was talking about telling God ways that He could help me feel close to Him.  The book provided prompters to get me started and then I was supposed to finish by writing in the space provided.  Here’s what I read on one page, my part of the prayer being enclosed in parenthesis for you: When I’m confused, help me: “to make the right disishon. (decision)”  Here are some other ways: “anser my weshons soon. (answer my questions soon)”  Fortunately, my spelling has improved, but oh, how many times recently have I asked the Lord to help me make the right decisions!  Could God have instilled this prayer in me to begin preparing me even then for all that would come into my path later?  And how many times have I yearned to know the “why’s” and “how’s” and to have God answer all of my questions when I want Him to.  Impatient even back then.

            But I also encountered another prayer that struck me.  I had prayed at eight-years-old that God would help me overcome my pride.  Even at that young age, I had already come to recognize a very major flaw of mine.  Pride.

            Unfortunately, to this day, pride is still a fault I struggle with.  To be honest, no matter how many lessons the Lord teaches me on humility and no matter how many times He humbles me, I always feel like I need more lessons on it.  For the longest time, I used to pray, “Lord, please make me humble… but please don’t let it be through anything too embarrassing.”  Now after surrendering myself entirely to Him, I’ve grown to pray, “Lord, please make me humble… no matter how You have to do it,” and it’s a prayer that is quite frequently on my lips and in my heart.  Why?  Because “when pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with humility comes wisdom.” (Pr 11:2)

            In His Word, God makes His feelings about pride pretty clear.  Look it up in your concordance sometime.  Here’re just a handful of the verses: “The Lord detests all the proud of heart.  Be sure of this: They will not go unpunished.” (Pr 16:5)  “Live in harmony with one another.  Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position.  Do not be conceited.” (Ro 12:16)  “To fear the Lord is to hate evil; I (God) hate pride and arrogance, evil behavior and perverse speech.” (Pr 8:13)  “Pride goes before destruction, a haughty spirit before a fall.” (Pr 16:18)

            In contrast though, He has a lot to say about humility as well: “He guides the humble in what is right and teaches them his way.” (Ps 25:9)  “Humble yourselves before the Lord, and he will lift you up.” (Jas 4:10)  “He mocks proud mockers but gives grace to the humble.” (Pr 3:34)  “Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time.” (1Pe 5:6)  “Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.” (Mt 18:4)  “For whoever exalts himself will be humbled, and whoever humbles himself will be exalted.” (Mt 23:12)  “The fear of the Lord teaches a man wisdom, and humility comes before honor.” (Pr 15:33)

From the above sample of verses, I think you get the point.  Pretty clear-cut black and white stuff here.  The Lord hates pride, and proud people will reap the punishment for what they sow, but God loves a humble heart.  Humility comes with elevation in due time for a self-effacing person and it comes with some good promises.  However, that in and of itself can be a potential trap if we aren’t careful in our desire for humility.  Our motives for wanting humility need to be pure and not marred by a desire for the promises that come with humility.  “Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves.” (Php 2:3)  The Lord looks at the heart and sees the motives and intentions of man.  The motivate is what distinguishes genuine humility from false, hypocritical humility.

            We all have struggles.  Not all of us are confronted with our pride, but we all have something we struggle with.  And sometimes when areas stand as a stumbling block for us, the Lord will call us to remove those things from our lives.  For me, this is to prune back my pride.  “If your right eye causes you to sin, gouge it out and throw it away.  It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to be thrown into hell.  And if your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away.  It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to go into hell.” (Mt 5:29)  Clearly then, God calls us to cut off the areas of our lives that are stumbling blocks for us… and sometimes literally, as in my case.

            If you know me in person outside of being the author of this blog, you know that I have really long hair.  I always have.  In fact, the most I’ve ever had cut off my hair at one time is six inches.  My long hair has become somewhat of a trademark of mine, and I have fun with all the different ways I can wear it.  Curly or straight, up or down, ponytail or bun…  I love my long hair… too much.  Odd as it may sound, one of the stumbling block areas in my life is my hair.  I’ve grown to love it too much and to take too much pride in it.  First Corinthians eleven, verse fifteen says that “if a woman has long hair, it is her glory,” and for me, that’s very true.

            As I said, I pray often that the Lord will make me more humble no matter how He has to go about it.  Well, one day, a few months ago, He brought to my mind the idea that maybe I should cut my hair and donate it.  The idea didn’t last though and I soon forgot about it.  And then a few weeks ago, He brought it back up.  For several weeks I wrestled with the idea, until finally, I could fight it no more.  I knew what He wanted me to do and why He wanted me to do it, so I finally conceded to His will.  Very soon, my long hair will be no more.

            At first I dreaded the inevitable haircut, uncertain of what to expect my hair to look like afterwards.  To donate it, I’ll need to cut off at least ten inches, so even with my long hair, my new haircut will be relatively short.  What will I look like with short hair?  How will I manage it if it comes out as a fluffy bob?  Will it make me look any less pretty?  I remind myself of First Peter three, verse four: “Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes.  Instead it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight.”  But still I procrastinated as I always try to do, until, as always, I’ve finally reached the point where His will is weighing so much upon my mind I have to fulfill it… and the sooner the better to relieve my mind.  “Just do it and get it done with,” I tell myself, even if I end up crying afterwards like Jo in Little Women.  But I still hope it’ll grow back fast in time for the holiday season of visiting family. 

            In reality, although I’m anxious to just get it over with before I lose my nerve, I’m also a little excited about the opportunity, not of cutting my hair, but of being able to donate it to either Wigs For Kids or Locks of Love.  The Lord has been teaching me to use what He has blessed me with to bless others, whether it be dropping the ten dollars I had in my wallet into the offering bag for missions, using my gift of words to encourage others, or using my good health, my time, and my energy to serve.  And since the Lord has blessed me with a whole headful of long, full, healthy hair… well, there you have it.  I’m focusing not on what I’ll be losing- my long hair- but of what I’ll be gaining.  And exchanging my pride for an opportunity to bless others is something I genuinely look forward to and am eager to accept.  The Lord truly does change hearts from the inside out, doesn’t He?

            So I encourage you today to follow the Lord’s lead as He calls you to cut off areas of your life that stand as stumbling blocks in your walk with Him and that maybe keep you from fulfilling and doing all that He wants you to do.  Maybe it’s an area of pride, such as mine was, or maybe it’s something else.  Only you and God know that.  But it’s time for some pruning, some letting go, and some learning growth.  New life will come where the old has been cut.

 

“Now I… praise and exalt and glorify the King of heaven, because everything he does is right and all his ways are just.  And those who walk in pride he is able to humble.” Daniel 4:37

 

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~We’ve all heard of the phrase “pulling on her/ his heartstrings,” but heart-chords?  I was struggling to decide what to name my blog.  I wanted it to be a name that was both creative and meaningful.  As I pondered, my gaze fell upon my acoustic guitar where it stands in my bedroom, and the Lord reminded me that our hearts- our lives- are instruments.  They are constantly in song, but what melody our heart plays is each of our own decisions.  They can play a melody for praise or for entertainment.  A musician selects his songs according to his audience.  So do we.  Whether our audience is the world or the Lord, our song will be different.  This blog is designed to first, increase my awareness in finding God and His guidance in my every day and second, to share the music lessons He teaches me in tuning my heart to learn the chords of praise He longs to play on my heart-instrument.  Music is a powerful tool.  Use it for His glory.  “He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God.  Many will see and fear and put their trust in the Lord.” Psalm 40:3

 

 

 

 

Strength in the Struggles

Strength in the Struggles
            I’d like to open this post by asking you all a question that the Lord put on my heart a couple of Sunday mornings ago in church: What is real strength?  What is the definition of strength?
            Let me tell you a little story about the old me.  For most of my years as a teenager, I always tried to be tough.  I never shared my deepest feelings with anyone; I never really opened up and talked.  If something hurt me emotionally, I told myself to suck it up and just deal with it- to take it like a trooper and not be a baby.  Eventually, over the years, this grew easier to do with practice.  But it also had another effect- one that at the time, I didn’t realize.  I grew very calloused.  Very insensitive, very apathetic, very hardened.  I developed a “whatever” attitude.  I never cried.  I never sobbed from sadness, wept tears of joy, or cried broken in the Lord’s presence.  The rare occasions when I forced myself to let the pent-up tears come just to make me feel better, I’d allow myself to cry for five minutes and then telling myself to shut up and suck it up again, I’d turn the tears off like a faucet.  Yes, I was very hard on myself.
            When I would fall when horse-back riding and training, I never cried.  If I experienced physical pain, I’d suck up the tears, ignore the throb, and tell myself to get over it and keep moving.  To let anyone see my pain- physical or emotional- was not an option; brokenness was not something I allowed for myself.
            But that Sunday morning, as I wept in the Lord’s presence, I realized something in that moment.  Over the past several months, the Lord had been peeling away the callouses of my heart and had replaced my heart of stone with a heart of flesh again.  “I will give them an undivided heart and put a new spirit in them; I will remove from them their heart of stone and give them a heart of flesh.” (Eze 11:19)  My sensitivity for others and my compassion had gradually returned.  I learned to open my heart again.  And I learned to fall broken before the Lord and allow the tears to come.
            So many times, I had lamented to my best friend, “Why I can’t control this?  I always used to be able to hide this.  Why can’t I anymore?”  No matter how hard I tried, I began to realize that I was no longer the “tough cookie” I used to be and that God was slowly removing my callouses and softening my heart again. 
            Unfortunately, when the tears come now, they come.  Without my hard shell, I often feel like an iPhone without a case: exposed and vulnerable.  I often feel like I wear my heart on my sleeve, and I’ve grown more pensive and reflective these days.  I cry from spiritual struggles aond loneliness, from the burden on my heart for others, from the humility and surrender I experience in the Lord’s presence, and from my imperfections, unworthiness, and deficiency to be used by Him and receive His love and mercy.  With as many tears as I had been shedding though, I began to feel like just the opposite of the little fighter I used to be and oftentimes, felt weak-willed, like I had no backbone at all anymore, like I needed to return to “just sucking it up.”
            Everyone has their own definition of what strength is.  To our world, strength automatically brings to mind physical strength.  Our society says that a strong, well-built and well-toned body is considered highly desirable and highly attractive.  They push the idea all around us- the nutrition aisle of Wal-Mart, the posters at GNC, the images on the packages of exercising equipment at Dick’s Sporting Goods…  Exercise and a healthy, balanced diet is good, yes, but are well-defined muscles and marathon-endurance really the kind of strength God’s most looking for in His people?
I used to think that crying was a sign of weakness… whenever it pertained to me anyways.  My definition of strength was that of so many.  I’ve never been a devoted exerciser, so I never had a problem seeing strength as being more than physical fitness.  But to me, strength meant being able to take on staunchly with fists up whatever life handed you; to be able to put up a good fight against brokenness, against tears, against any pain or hurt.  To be emotionally tough and not let anything get to you.
But as the Lord is teaching me, real strength isn’t building a wall around yourself to protect your heart.  Pain and hurt are a part of life.  Times of weakness come.  Loving people, feeling compassion and sympathy, and getting involved in others’ lives is all a part of a Christian’s life.  We can’t always avoid tears.  The path the Lord has called us to walk is a very difficult one- it’s the narrow road- and sometimes it’ll bring us to a point of brokenness.  But can it be that real strength is actually found in those lowest points of our lives?
I admit, this was not necessarily a new revelation the Lord revealed to me that Sunday.  He had used an unknowing instrument to teach me this lesson quite a while ago, but at the time, I didn’t see its significance for me.  But as I’ve entered into a new phase in my spiritual journey, the Lord reminded me of this lesson.  Though I’m not the “tough cookie” I used to be, the fitness training of my strength has just begun.  True strength is enduring all things in life, not by numbing ourselves to feeling but by faith and trust in God’s perfect plan and will for our lives even when the tears come.  It’s found not in putting up a tough front but in hands lifted in surrender and worship to the Lord.  
We like to think that all difficulties and trials are afflictions from the Enemy, but honestly, that isn’t always the case.  “Yes, O Lord, you are our Father.  We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.” (Isa 64:8)  And sometimes, the Potter has to break a pot.  “Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones you have crushed rejoice.” (Ps 51:8)  Broken bones are not always the curse we make them out to be.  Sometimes it’s exactly in our moments of brokenness that we realize our dependency on God and learn to trust Him more, when we realize how helpless we really are without Him.  “Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” (Mt 11:29&30)  His yoke and burden is light and easy compared to the burdens the Enemy will try to impose on you, but the verse still doesn’t read “for I have no yoke and no burden.”  He only tells us that His yoke and burden are light.
            In the month of April, I think it was, the Lord gave me a visual or a vision if you will.  As I laid there in bed, my eyes closed, I saw myself on a road.  I was walking along and suddenly weight began to be placed upon my back.  I stooped a little under it but continued walking on with ease.  As I watched, however, more weight was gradually added and I stooped lower and lower until I fell to my knees and resorted to crawling along.  Eventually, I was flat on my stomach, simply dragging myself forward.  But I was still moving.  Finally, however, I fell flat on my face from the weight upon me.  I couldn’t keep moving; it was too heavy.  I saw myself lying prostrate there, sobbing.  I was tired from the struggle, I was exhausted, I was weighed down and I couldn’t go on.  I didn’t have the strength.
            As I watched though, I saw Jesus come and bend down beside where I laid crying.  He ran His hand over my hair comfortingly and simply whispered a reminder that He was still with me.  I waited for the visual to continue and to see Him help me up again to my feet… but the vision ended and He never did.
            At the time, I understood vaguely the meaning of this illustration, but it wasn’t until two Sunday mornings ago that the Lord brought the vision to my mind again and I realized the full significance of it for me in this season.  The time when I was walking unburdened and aright symbolized the moment at the close of January when I first embarked on this journey of surrendering every part of my life to Him.  Gradually though, as I grew deeper in my relationship with Him and matured more spiritually, I accumulated some weight on my back- not burdens like the sins Christian carries with him in John Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress but responsibilities, tests, things the Lord had put on me to encourage my growth in Him.  I wasn’t used to carrying so much though, so I began to stoop.  Suddenly I find myself now flat on my face.  Tired, yes.  Waterworks, yes.  Inability to carry the weight on my own, absolutely.  But the past five months had been building up to this season, the Lord revealed to me.  I had done a good job carrying it all, but finally I was in the broken place He wanted me to be.  I finally recognize my weakness on my own and realize the extent of my dependency on Him, how I need Him not only to get through hard times, but simply to survive.  To be my every breath, my giver of life.
            But why did the vision end with me still lying prostrate?  Because the Lord had placed the weight upon my back and it was His will for me to carry it for a season first, to bear its weight for a time before He removed it.  Why?  To produce character and to build strength.  “Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance.  Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.” (Jas 1:2-4)
With that said, like Paul, I’m learning to find joy in my weakest moments.  “But he (Jesus) said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’  Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.  That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties.  For when I am weak, then I am strong.” (2Co 12:9&10)
Times of tears and moments of weakness are not always a curse, but often a blessing instead.  They aren’t always a bad thing.  I’ve learned to be grateful to God for every time I cry because it continues to humble and break my proud spirit that so easily becomes hardened.  And the Lord is merciful to those going through difficult seasons.  “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”  (Ps 34:18)  “The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.”  (Ps 51:17)  And yes, “he heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds,” (Ps 147:3) even though it might take some time of carrying the burden and learning from it first.  Our God is a loving God though and just as a loving father doesn’t discipline without good reason, so He doesn’t impose hardships for His enjoyment or pleasure, but only for our own good and our spiritual growth.  As Lamentations 3:32&33 reminds us, “Though he brings grief, he will show compassion, so great is his unfailing love.  For he does not willingly bring affliction or grief to the children of men.”  Just as Jesus reminded me in my vision that He was still with me even in my moment of weakness, so He is always with us in every trial or difficulty we go through in life.  “As I was with Moses, so I will be with you; I will never leave you nor forsake you.” (Jos 1:5)  So too the Lord offers a promise for us in our times of tears, a verse the Lord brings to my mind every time I cry, in fact: “Those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joy.  He who goes out weeping, carrying seed to sow, will return with songs of joy, carrying sheaves with him.” (Ps 126:5&6)
            Real strength is not being able to “just suck it up” and take on any hurt, any hardships, any trials that come our way.  It isn’t physical strength built by working out at the gym.  In fact, some of the strongest people I know don’t seem to be the strongest physically, but as I watch them submit themselves to the Lord’s will and face the “hard things” in life with faith and trust in God, their strength of character inspires and encourages me.  So what is our real strength?  The Bible offers so many verses that define this for us: “The Lord is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation.” (Ex 15:2)  “The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and I am helped.  My heart leaps for joy and I will give thanks to him in song.” (Ps 28:7)  “O my Strength, I sing praise to you; you, O God, are my fortress, my loving God.” (Ps 59:17)  “The Lord is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation.” (Ps 118:14)  “The Lord is the strength of his people, a fortress of salvation for his anointed one.  Save your people and bless your inheritance; be their shepherd and carry them forever.” (Ps 28:8&9)
            The Lord is our true source of strength, and it’s in our weakest moments that we become strongest, for when we are weak, He is strong.  It is found not in clenched hands but in open hands, hands not in a fist but lifted in surrender.  “I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.  And I will put my Spirit in you and move you to follow my decrees and be careful to keep my laws.  You will live in the land I gave your forefathers; you will be my people, and I will be your God.” Eze 36:26-28
Jesus love me, this I know
For the Bible tells me so
Little ones to Him belong
They are weak but He is STRONG
“My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” Psalm 73:26
*“Did you know that He weeps for you?  ’Cause He knows what you’re going through.  Even when you feel lost and scared, He promises that He’ll still be there.  Did you know His heart breaks for you?  And there is one thing that’s always true: that in your worst of times you’ll never cry alone.  Did you know He weeps for you?” –Weeps for You by Jonny Diaz
*“You know the things that have brought me here.  You know the story of every tear.  ’Cause You’ve been here from the very start…  Nothing left to hold onto, I raise these empty hands to You.  Here’s my broken, here’s my broken hallelujah.” –Broken Hallelujah by The Afters
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~We’ve all heard of the phrase “pulling on her/ his heartstrings,” but heart-chords?  I was struggling to decide what to name my blog.  I wanted it to be a name that was both creative and meaningful.  As I pondered, my gaze fell upon my acoustic guitar where it stands in my bedroom, and the Lord reminded me that our hearts- our lives- are instruments.  They are constantly in song, but what melody our heart plays is each of our own decisions.  They can play a melody for praise or for entertainment.  A musician selects his songs according to his audience.  So do we.  Whether our audience is the world or the Lord, our song will be different.  This blog is designed to first, increase my awareness in finding God and His guidance in my every day and second, to share the music lessons He teaches me in tuning my heart to learn the chords of praise He longs to play on my heart-instrument.  Music is a powerful tool.  Use it for His glory.  “He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God.  Many will see and fear and put their trust in the Lord.” Psalm 40:3

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Definition of a Dad

Definition of a Dad
 
Today is Father’s Day.  It seems hard to believe that a whole year has passed already.  Life is so funny like that.  We lose track of time so easily in our busy little lives.
As I was thinking of what I wanted to share with you all this time in my Father’s Day tribute post, I began thinking about my father.  About all that he is and all that he means to me.  I’ve never really considered him to be Superman or Prince Charming or Knight in Shining Armor, nor can I honestly say that I think of him as my hero.  To me, he’s just daddy.  But what is “daddy”?  What’s behind the name “Dad”?
The best way I could think to answer that question for you all was to give you a picture of a few of the facets of a man who is expertise at fulfilling that role.  I have so many memories of times with my dad when I was younger and so many ways I can list of how he impacted my life growing up, but this time, I decided to paint a picture for you all of my dad as he is today in the here and now.  Of the father he is to me now, not years ago, and of the blessing he still is on my life even in this season.
In truth, I’m more like my mother.  I look more like her and my personality bears more resemblance to hers.  But in many ways, I’m like my father too.  In physical appearance, I have his light hair from when he was a boy, and I have his ruddy tone: my cheeks are always pink (although he says it’s just because I’m always blushing).  Our faces turn tomato red whenever we laugh really hard… which is pretty often on my part.  My mom says I have his “great smile,” that I smile with my whole face like he does.  I also have his friendliness she tells me.  I inherited his love for people and his love of science: chemistry and biology were favorite high school courses of mine.  I was blessed with his gift of words and his good media sense, and on a recent road trip just a few weekends ago, I realized as we listened to his Lincoln Brewster cd that he even shares my appreciation for a rockin’ electric guitar.  When I was little, I remember I used to love being just like him.  I’ll never forget his habit of former years when he would bounce his rolled up socks off of the wall over the bedroom door, catching them as he walked through and left the room.  Much to my mother’s dismay, I tried mimicking his habit a few times and was so pleased with myself when I finally timed it right to catch my socks.  Or reminiscing farther back, I remember all of those Saturday mornings when he would take me to the Home Depot children’s workshops and pass along his carpentry knowledge to me.  I was quite the little builder then with him at my side, and I loved how proud he would get as I walked along with him, wearing my pin-decorated orange apron and carrying my own little red toolbox.
Like any dad though, mine also has his quirks.  One such is his love for music (another love which I inherited from him).  He sings all the time, modifying songs to sing about my mom and me (although I too sing about my mom a lot, I have to admit).  From the time he awakes in the morning, he has a song on his heart already and serenades us non-morning people as he brushes his teeth and later gets his coffee and breakfast.  He especially loves our two-story open foyer where he says the acoustics are great.  Although there are times when I seem less than grateful and appreciative of his booming melodies, what a sad and solemn time evenings would be without his songs when he gets home from work and Sunday mornings before church.  We can always count on him too to bring his Chris Tomlin cd on a road trip- our traveling music it’s come to be.  He also comes up with an endless supply of nicknames for my mom and me.  His iPhone always seems to be close at hand for the times that he considers picture-perfect moments of his girls.  I’ll never forget the first time I wore one of my “rock star” outfits: when he and my mom dropped me off at our church for the young adult worship service, he caught a picture of me laughing my protest against posing for his iPhone.  His timing isn’t always the best, but I love the random pictures he catches.
  More important than our similarities and more memorable than his quirks though is my relationship with my dad.  My daddy’s always believed in me and my potential.  He’s always encouraged me to dream big and to do my best in everything, always allowed me to be myself and my own person without making me feel like, as the youngest, I was expected to walk in the footsteps of my older sisters.  In his fatherly wisdom, he pushes me to do things that are good for me even when I protest and try to debate my case against his.  For instance, my recent experience of taking the ACT last Saturday was a battle I fought hard tooth and nail.  No matter what my score comes back as though, the test taught me to step out of my comfort zone and face my fear of failure.  Through it I learned that I can’t try to run away from and avoid a situation in life just because it’s something I don’t want do, something I’m scared to do, or something that’s difficult.  Daddy knew it was for my good that I take the test and as I fell asleep the night before, I knew in my heart that for some reason, God wanted me to go take it the next day.  And I’m so glad now that I did.
My dad builds me up spiritually and emotionally.  He speaks words of encouragement into my life and imparts his fatherly blessing upon me.  The tremor of seriousness in his voice when he prays makes me cry every time.  All of his times of “preaching” as he shared his fatherly wisdom and counsel didn’t go unappreciated and found root, even though at times it probably seemed his words went in one ear and out the other.  His success story stands as a model for me of the way the Lord blesses the steps of a man (or woman) that follows after Him obediently and commits his work to the Lord.  “Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and your plans will succeed.” (Pr 16:3) 
At eighteen-years-old, I’m changing a lot and have changed tremendously over the past several months.  Throughout these changes and this crucial time in my life, he’s been so understanding and patient and takes each new change as it comes with his easy-going, laid-back manner.  As the Lord began to change me from the inside out, he accepted the new me and made an effort to get to know my new interests and understand my changes.  For instance, as I became quite a little fashionista and fell in love with clothes, jewelry, and shoes, he took an interest in my new style of dressing.  “So how’re you liking those skinny jeans?  Do you ever have a hard time getting them off?” he asked me inquisitively one day.  Or the time he inquired where I came up with my fashion combinations.  I remember one time he even sat on the carpeted bathroom floor with me recently as I painted my nails canary yellow for church the next morning. 
As I grow older, lately he’s found opportunities to tease me and to laugh with me as my face turns red and I try to hide my blushes behind my hands or a convenient nearby pillow.  But he always knows just how far to go and never goes beyond just making me blush a little and eliciting my embarrassed giggle.  “Okay, this is so not funny,” I laughed good-humoredly as my face went beet red with embarrassment one time.  He answers my scores of completely random questions and just smiles as on a whim, I absently dance around the kitchen with my head in the clouds.  And on days when I’m not feeling so dreamy, he can make me laugh or at least bring a smile to my lips.  But he can always turn serious too whenever the tone of conversation changes. 
He tells the same jokes over and over, and I laugh genuinely every time because I’ve heard them told so much.  Watching our usual black-and-white TV show every night is always interesting: I laugh as he dissects the DVD menu pictures of the Andersons from “Father Knows Best,” sometimes commenting that the individuals look like people we know.  Every time the menu of a DVD comes up on our TV screen, he promptly asks never fail, “Jewels, what’re the special features?”  Sometimes I think he says it just to get my goose, as I’m always the one in charge of the remote.  But oh, how sad it would be not to hear that jesting question every time we watch a movie! 
Living in a houseful of girls, my daddy’s learned to be sensitive and considerate.  With girls, there are some things you just don’t say and there are sometimes when it’s better to keep silent altogether… and having survived the teenhood of three daughters, my dad’s become quite an expert at judging these things.  He’s learned to set aside his instinct of frugality and tells me now I look pretty without asking how much my new outfit cost.  He lets me cry all my tears, but as he told me one Sunday after worship, his heart broke for me as I had cried my heart out.    
            It doesn’t take much for my dad to show he cares.  Sometimes he shows his love by the “big things”: he makes me feel special and worthwhile as he spoils my mom and I with Starbucks stops, restaurant dinners, and occasionally a special trip into Atlanta to “live it up” with a play at the FOX Theater or a performance by the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra.  I truly believe he loves spoiling his girls and having them all primped and dressed up walking alongside him.  Or sometimes, he demonstrates his love by the “little things”: just rubbing my shoulder in church as he has his arm around my mom’s shoulders.  Brushing my curls off my shoulder, stepping over to my mom’s place if she’s left the sanctuary for a moment and giving my shoulders a squeeze, planting a kiss on the top of my head, giving me a hug from behind and telling me he loves me.  Serenading me with songs he’s “done up” for me and with those that he’s come up with entirely on his own.  Several years ago when my eldest sister taught me a handful of guitar chords, he gave me his beautiful, deep-tone, sunburst-color jumbo acoustic guitar he bought for himself many years before.  And I remember too one time when my mom and sisters were busy wedding shopping, we spent a special Sunday afternoon together: he took me to his work and let me drive all around the big, vacant parking lot in his Toyota pickup truck… at a full twenty miles per hour for the first time!  He shows his interest in my life by continuing to ask me time and time again at dinner every evening, “Well, what’s new with you?” even when, I admit, I don’t always cooperate and give an answer beyond, “Oh, nothin’ much.”
            The older I get, I’m coming to recognize that the little things- the habits, the quirks, the songs, the nicknames- are becoming the things that I cherish most about my dad as I realize more that someday, in my own home, I’ll no longer have those little things in my life every day and his “little things” will be replaced by the quirks, the habits, and the voice of another man instead.  It’s truly the little things that sometimes make the greatest impression and leave us with the fondest memories, aren’t they?  These are the facets that illustrate what it means to be called “dad.”  A picture of one of the best examples of godly fatherhood from the most important and influential man in my life.  My dad.
            So let us take today to thank the special men in our lives, to celebrate fatherhood and all that the fathers or father-figures in our lives do for us.  To thank them for being the wonderful men that they are as they stand as an inspiration of what godly fatherhood really is.  And let us not forget to thank our Heavenly Father as well, by Whom the godly men in our lives are equipped to fulfill their fatherly call.
            And to my daddy, thank you for being all that I described you to be and for doing all that I mentioned you do and much more.  As I’m learning, sometime we only see our imperfections rather than our strengths and never truly see ourselves the way that others do.  So I pray that by my words, you might glimpse the incredible husband and father you are to our family… and grandfather now even!  Thank you for being who you are and for setting such a wonderful example for me throughout my life.  I’m so blessed to have you as my father, and I feel so proud on this day and always to call you my dad.  I love you so much, Daddy.
 
 
 
“Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked or stand in the way of sinners or sit in the seat of mockers.  But his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on his law he meditates day and night.  He is like a tree planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither.  Whatever he does prospers.” Psalm 1:1-3
 
 
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~We’ve all heard of the phrase “pulling on her/ his heartstrings,” but heart-chords?  I was struggling to decide what to name my blog.  I wanted it to be a name that was both creative and meaningful.  As I pondered, my gaze fell upon my acoustic guitar where it stands in my bedroom, and the Lord reminded me that our hearts- our lives- are instruments.  They are constantly in song, but what melody our heart plays is each of our own decisions.  They can play a melody for praise or for entertainment.  A musician selects his songs according to his audience.  So do we.  Whether our audience is the world or the Lord, our song will be different.  This blog is designed to first, increase my awareness in finding God and His guidance in my every day and second, to share the music lessons He teaches me in tuning my heart to learn the chords of praise He longs to play on my heart-instrument.  Music is a powerful tool.  Use it for His glory.  “He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God.  Many will see and fear and put their trust in the Lord.” Psalm 40:3