Convicted

I really do love when this happens, even though it means something has to change. I have been completely awakened to the fact that I have an idol. It’s social networking in general, but Facebook specifically. I know…kind of embarrassing.

Let me explain, what I appreciate about Facebook is being able to see what’s going on in my village ~ sometimes I see someone needs a table, a book, or something else that I can easily provide. Facebook offers a place to encourage, catch up and even plan. I can post that I need a prayer, went to my workout, and more and instantly my village steps in to support and high five me.

The problem isn’t Facebook, the problem is me. For a long time my morning routine has gone like this ~ get a cup of coffee, drive Kyler to school, check email and Facebook, read the paper and then, if there’s time, read my Bible and pray. If I don’t have time, I promise myself (and God) that I will get to that Him later. I mean, I understand the importance and value of time with God. Or do I?

I think I do, each year for Lent I flip that routine and read the Bible and pray before I check in with my village through Facebook. I love the peace and intimacy I experience with God during that season. I put Him first and quite honestly, my day flows pretty nicely from there. Then Lent ends…and I move my idol back into it’s place. So I guess I don’t really comprehend the importance and value of time with God.

While reading Isaiah last week I was convicted. God called me out on my rebellion – yes rebellion. Isaiah 57:13 says When you cry out for help, let your collection of idols save you! Yikes! Although, through Facebook, my village helps, supports and encourages me, it is only God who can save me.

Isaiah 58:2 says For day after day they seek me out, they seem eager to know my ways, as if they were a nation that does what is right and has not forsaken the commands of its God. They ask me for just decisions and seem eager for God to come near them. ‘Why have we fasted,’ they say, ‘and have you not seen it? Why have we humbled ourselves and you have not noticed?’ “Yet on the day of your fasting, you do as you please…” Yep – that’s me, eagerly seeking God, asking for his decisions and for Him to come near….all the while, doing what I please – checking in with friends before checking in with God.

In 58:13 it mentions again not doing as you please or speaking idle words. Idle words…ah, got me again. Much of my time on social networking – and even some of my words there are just that, idle.

What God’s word spoke to me is that it is time to quit doing what I please in my daily routine. It’s time to do what I know, for me and for now, is right. As I swept the idol off the mantle and turned towards God, I have made a new way – I don’t spend time on Facebook until I’ve spent time with God.

What I’ve discovered is that I’m more centered, less idle and my days are more peaceful as well as productive. The truth is, sometimes I still don’t sit down with God until the evening, which means there are several days in which I don’t log into Facebook until the later hours of the night – which means my day was pretty industrious, not idle.Which is good.

None of this means I have been lazy and sluggish – but I do know that I’ve wasted too many minutes, leading to too many hours doing what I please. Though I love the connecting through Facebook, it ultimately cannot fulfill me.

Conviction, though often times hard, and sometimes embarrassing, is ultimately an act of grace, leading us back to right places. I’ve been convicted, but held up by grace.

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Set Apart

Set apart from the everyday dishes

God has a thing about setting people apart by His grace and for His work. But I don’t think its exactly easy to be set apart – especially for our kids. I remember being a teenager, it was all about fitting in and not standing out. Being set apart can feel like being left out, and yet this is what I want for my kids.

During the course of their day, temptations and shifting boundaries are constantly in front of our kids. Using foul language, disrespect, cheating, ignoring or making fun of others, pornography, drinking, sex, lying, and more are coming at our kids constantly. I want, and expect, my kids to resist each of these. I don’t think it’s easy. I really don’t. I believe this is a hard road sometimes. In fact, my oldest has shared that having different standards has, at times, been very hard indeed.

Courtney’s Dishes

So I talk to them – a lot. We have spoken about pornography at our dinner table. I hate that. But we will talk about tough subjects until they become easy to talk about. I don’t want my kids to wonder where we stand on these subjects and I want them to be clear about our expectations. I want them them to know they have a purpose; that I believe God himself has set them apart.

Erin’s Dishes

One of the tools I use to let them know they are set apart is china. When each of the girls entered high school I gave them each one place setting and wrote a letter about being set apart. I knew these years would be increasingly difficult. In the letter I told them about attributes I see in them already that indicate being set apart. I remind them that practicing boundaries now will help them be more confident later in saying no. I gave them verses from the Bible regarding being set apart. I explained that the dishes were special – like them – and would not be kept in the kitchen with the everyday dishes, but would be set apart and kept in the oak hutch in the dining room.

I let them know that they can get these dishes out anytime they want, that they can use them for dinner, a snack, cereal, or even ice-cream. They can use them to remind themselves of their value and purpose. I also told them that sometimes they will find their dishes at the dinner table, that I will set the table with  them as a reminder that I am thinking of them.

Zach’s Dishes

I wondered what to give Zach, I wasn’t sure he would appreciate a set of dishes, but this summer I changed my mind, and I picked up one place setting of “manly dishes”. I decided that he should have a set too because one, I love the symbol that I can easily put in front of them, and two, I know the girls appreciate when they come to the table and find their special dishes at their place. I use these dishes as a quiet way to say I love you. I’m thinking of you. I think you’re special. I’m proud of you. I believe in you. Be encouraged, you’ve been set apart intentionally.

I can’t remember where I got the idea for the dishes, but I thought I would share it with you as it seems to be one my kids really appreciate. Feel free to share your ideas about how you remind your kids that they are special!

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Searching….

My favorite devotional is My Utmost for His Highest by Oswald Chambers. I should read it daily, I do not. In fact, I have not picked it up for months, but I am searching, and today my hands found this book again.

Truth: The life we are leading as adoptive parents to our youngest is not one I anticipated. I am grateful for the refreshing that continues to be sprinkled in here and there, and I receive that refreshment as an act of grace directly from the hand of God. But I’m not gonna kid you, its draining to feel like we can do this, and then feel like I don’t know how we can do this.

There is the boy most people see who is charming, talkative, engaging, and there is the boy who puts holes & scratches in our furniture. Who steals, dents the new refrigerator, plays dumb for attention and more. The boy who can be violent towards us and who just wants his mommy…the first one God gave him. There is the boy who presents to others the clear answer…he just needs positive attention, but when we give that to him, we find all of the above damage and wonder when and why it happened. We have been working with professionals for the entire two years that he has been back, we are not doing this alone, and yet so often we feel alone in what we experience.

I know he was brought here by the hand of God. I know that. (Thank you God that I know that). But I don’t see the path to healing. I don’t know how to balance an ordinary life and this life that requires so much attention and focus on one child. I don’t know the answers, I don’t see the path, sometimes I don’t really like my reactions, and due certain new behaviors, I’m not even sure we know the direction.

Except . . . I do. And Oswald Chambers used Luke 18:31, 34 to remind me.
“And all things that are written by the prophets concerning the Son of Man shall be accomplished…And they understood none of these things.”

Here is the devotion that followed:
God called Jesus Christ to what seemed unmitigated disaster. Jesus Christ called His disciples to see Him put to death; He led every one of them to the place where their hearts were broken. Jesus Christ’s life was an absolute failure from every standpoint except God’s. But what seemed failure from man’s standpoint was a tremendous triumph from God’s, because God’s purpose is never man’s purpose.

There comes the baffling call of God in our lives also. The call of God can never be stated explicitly; it is implicit. The call of God is like the call of the sea, no one hears it but the one who has the nature of the sea in him. It cannot be stated definitely what the call of God is to, because His call is to be in comradeship with Himself for His own purposes, and the test is to believe that God knows what He is after. The things that happen do not happen by chance, they happen entirely in the decree of God. God is working out His purposes.

If we are in communion with God and recognize that He is taking us into His purposes, we shall no longer try and find out what His purposes are. As we go in the Christian life it gets simpler, because we are less inclined to say – Now why did God allow this and that? Behind the whole thing lies the compelling of God. “There’s a divinity that shapes our ends.” A Christian is one who trusts the wits and the wisdom of God, and not his own wits. If we have a purpose of our own, it destroys the simplicity if the leisureliness of which out to characterize the children of God.

So…that was a good word for today. Thanks, Oswald. Thanks God – for reminding me once again You have a purpose, and I am overwhelmed that you trust us for it.
Now off for a bike ride with him and his little brother. (Thankful that part of God’s purpose was that three of his siblings would be in a famly near to ours.)
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