May 252015
 

Do you sometimes get caught up in thinking your doing for God is what counts?  Does the being with God and loving/seeking His presence become simply a “side effect” of the primary mission to do for Him?  When all is stripped away.  All our spiritual giftings.  Good outreach services.  Times of praying and counseling others to Jesus.  Times of giving to those in need.  When ALL THE GOOD we have done and are doing is taken away.  Will our foundation still be rooted in loving God?  And are we okay with this being enough?  This question of “am I enough for you God?” is what the Lord has been answering for me today.  (A quick peak ahead to His answer to this question for each of us, His children, it’s always “Yes”.)

Self-seeking versus Kingdom seeking moment-#2-Serving by being This morning verse about the lilies of the field (Matthew 6:28) which are made by God and bringing glory to Him by simply “being”.  We are not of value to God by what we “do” for Him, we are of value to Him simply because we are His children.  Our primary job is to stay connected to Him.  Yep.  That’s it my friends.   And in a season of feeling incapable to perform any typical household/job/motherly duties, being homebound in pajama’s all day and with seemingly all spiritual giftings on the shelf, this truth from God’s word was LIFE to me.  As I did what I could do-be.  with.  my.  Father- I felt the Lord nudge me, saying, As you stay connected to me, you can pray for those I lay on your heart.  This was a new mission for me.  One in which I gladly took on, for a way to get beyond my “self”.

Later that day, I was reading through the chapter in Ephesians that included the “verse of the day” on my fabulous Bible Gateway phone app (I love this because I can read a scripture in multiple versions and have my bible with me wherever I go).  Many of the verses were lifegiving for me, but one took me completely off guard.  And I got giddy.  Because it was Holy Spirit birthed.  My brother’s name blinked on and off in my mind like one of those florescent Vacancy hotel signs as I was compelled to read and re read, and re read this particular verse.  My mission was clear-pray for my brother and extend to Him this lifegiving verse I believe God had for him.  Wow.  Praise God.  Prayer actually changes things.  Don’t ever by into Satan’s lie (one that I had begun to entertain) that “You are only useful to God when you are at full health, full energy, full spiritual ability.  Praying is just for those on the sidelines.”

My friends, we have bought into Satan’s lies that to be busy for God is to be with God.  We need more people to lean into loving God rather than loving the work for God.  We need more people to confidently step into the game in which praying without ceasing means winning the game.  We need more people to find deep rooted trust in God even when life’s circumstances are a mess.   We need more people to grasp in their entire being the TRUTH which is this-To receive true joy, freedom, peace and purpose in life is to focus on one mission- Being.  With.  God.

Let’s be with God today.  For that purpose alone.  Let’s allow Him to love our tattered, worn, people pleasing, control seeking selves.  Let’s allow Him to renew our minds with His perspective and refreshed, rest filled balm.  And as He does this, let’s throw our arms around Him in love.

Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin… Matthew 6:28b

What would you have to change in your life in order for “being with God” to take priority?

 

Jillian

Jillian

© 2012 Standing on Peace

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Feb 112013
 

A COUPLE WEEKS AGO I HAD A TEARY MOTHER MOMENT.  I have teary mother moments often, (especially during February craziness, which I wrote on last week) but this one enveloped tears of joy versus pain

After finishing our usual 30 minute clean up from breakfast, I round the girls up to get ready for the day.

Our morning routine in a nutshell: 

  • Teeth brushing- Includes the ABC song and many promptings that Mommy needs to brush as well.
  • Hair fixing-Using the special Dora brush, I endure screams of, “I don’t want you to brush my hair” and calmly reply with multiple responses of, “We must brush our hair or there will be larger tangles.  Mommy will be very gentle.  Please don’t move your head or it will take longer to finish.”
  • Getting dressed-Includes the changing of sweet 2 year old Sadie’s poopy diaper, while I role-play multiple barn yard animals.  I call to Lucy in the other room to see if she has put on her underwear.  I respond to her “Mom, is it a short sleeve or a long sleeve day?” question.
  • The laundry event-I lift up each girl to help them put every piece of clothing in the wash.  I often have to separate the girls as they struggle to keep their hands to themselves.

Knowing this morning would encompass all of the above battles and additional unexpected ones, I took a deep breath in.  Then out.

Sadie grabbed my leg and said, “Hold me Mama.”  I pulled her up to put her on my hip (I recognized my baby is gettingheavier) and we started up the 2 flights of stairs.

Then it happened.

Sadie turned to face me, laid her head on my shoulder and squeezed my neck with all her strength.  I pulled back due to her extreme closeness and I realized there was no way she was letting go.

I continued to fight her for a couple more steps and then gave in.  It is at this place of surrendering my strength and will that I experienced the necessity of the relentless hug.

Relentless hug defined:  Persistent, insistent, unyielding embrace.

A smile came to my face, tears to my eyes, and a weight was released from my mind, body and spirit as Sadie continued her death grip around me.  I was caught up.  In her arms.  And every other agenda item for the day took a back seat.

I was caught up in the goodness of God to give me Sadie as a daughter.  I was caught up in the grace of God to allow me to stop my everyday chaos.  To focus on her loving embrace.  To be thankful and present in the moment. 

And then it was as if Sadie’s tiny hands were transformed into the large, strong hands of Jesus. This brought fresh tears to my eyes.  To rest in my Daddy’s arms, is to know everything is going to be ok.  Loved.  Comforted.  Content.

Just like I resisted Sadie’s hug at first, I also resist Jesus’ arms of love during my day.  I resist and say,

I got this.

I’ll just have another cup of coffee and be fine.

I am too busy to look to You.

Jesus is extending a virtual, relentless hug to you right now.  Stop resisting.  Only close your eyes and release your burdens to Him.  Now take in His perfect embrace.

“He tends His flock like a shepherd:  He gathers the lambs in His arms and carries them close to His heart…”  Isaiah 40:11

Jillian

Jillian

© 2012 Standing on Peace

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