Snickers, turned faces, turned away hearts real or imagined torment us. All the earth faces rejection the enemy seeks to propagate it, fortify it and invites us to slay others with rejection.
(ariadna, morgue file)
My own pain seems distant. A disconnect far from me but my children’s pain is burning me up, the ache is horrific. I recognize that only God can heal this and rely on His understanding of my children’s earthly rejection. (Middle school is horrible)
Spirit of rejection be gone in Jesus name.
Brilliant light emerges and in enters waves of love, joy and peace. The hushed sounds of our feet vibrating with praise resonate on the cobblestone bricks of gold, we pause to receive the crowns we earned from obedience to Christ by no works of our own. Great joy erupts as we place our crowns before Christ and every fiber of our being joins in unity of praise to the Maker of the Universe. Deep unity a living thing moves through us and out toward others. Feelings of righteousness and belonging smooth out every rough spot within us.
There is no disunity, it is a word unrecognizable in heaven. There can be no rejection when the Bride of Christ is complete.
Let us live and breathe and make our life in the Truth the eternal truth of Christ’s total acceptance. We were created before time for many purposes that delight God’s heart as He sees them emerge from within us. Do not let the enemy squelch the joy of your salvation.
Bride of Christ rise up against rejection.
Prayer: We proclaim and declare that rejection; self-rejection, perceived- rejection, and fear of rejection be gone in Jesus name. You no longer have a hold on us. We do not accept the lies of the enemy that we are inferior, a mistake or anything less than the delight of Christ. We will not carry out Satan’s plans to hurt others. We seek unity in Christ and ask for a great humbling. Set us free! Search our hearts and reveal our pain so that we might reject the lies of the enemy. Great is the glory of the Lord and forever He does reign. There is a void in our beings where rejection once lived and we ask that You bless us with the Spirit of Truth, confidence, love, joy and a deep penetration of acceptance within us. Fill that space with the mind of Christ. Replaces lies with Truth we seek Your face and Your will in all things. We repent of any actions, thoughts or feelings that produced pain in another person. Help us Lord Jesus, to know our identity in Christ. As deep calls to deep, draw us in. Thank You, Jesus. Amen.
“She’s the mother so she’s in every story.”
My friend is planning her mother’s ninetieth birthday party and has begun to collect stories she’s quoted in saying, “She’s the mother so she’s in every story, but I am looking for the spectacular ones.”
We mothers are in the story yes, but definitely not in every picture. Let’s be honest mothers are rarely in any pictures, in fact we have to usually pay someone else to take them for us.
I am not in this picture but definitely in the story these are my children and their cousins. I told the kids to do “something silly” as a distraction while all the adults cleaned up. It was one of their favorite memories even though it was completely unplanned and “just something to do to keep them busy.” These spontaneous things are when life happens.
If I had to choose I would definitely choose to be in the story not the picture. Being fully present in our children’s lives is so important. More than we know.
1 Peter 3:4
but let it be [the inner beauty of] the hidden person of the heart, with the imperishable quality and unfading charm of a gentle and peaceful spirit, [one that is calm and self-controlled, not overanxious, but serene and spiritually mature] which is very precious in the sight of God. (AMP)
I know when I get distracted and let errands and things come before time with my children I most definitely lose my gentle and peaceful spirit. Let’s face it we need that gentle and peaceful spirit to make it through the day.
Prayer: Lord, I need help to be fully present with my children let my concerns and anxieties fall as I concentrate on listening and engaging with them. I desire to please You, Lord in thought and deed toward my children and everyone I encounter. Let a gentle and peaceful spirit be present in me even when it is not my natural reaction to my current life situation. Thank You, Amen.
The phone call took a moment it was confirmation of my daughter’s 9:30 and my 10:30 dental appointments. I had set-up the dental visits months earlier knowing it’s importance and loving the feeling of clean teeth.
(My three year old daughter and my sister a dental assistant at Grandgenett dentistry, in Ames, IA. they were so gentle and she actually had fun!)
Now, the dread set in, the scraping and the potential to find a painful and expensive cavity. Okay, actually two cavities last year.
The same is true of our spiritual life we know we need to submit to the cleaning only Christ can accomplish in our lives. (Christianese would call it sanctification) But knowing it, like setting the appointment is different than taking that confirmation call and committing to the cleaning.
Right when we get to the place we see some potential dirt to remove that *gasp* may require some scraping of our hearts. We bulk, we become busy, we justify our dirt or worse yet sweep it under a rug.
Friends I am right now standing on the edge of a cleaning. The sudden wave of fear actually strengths my resolve to submit to the necessary cleaning. I know I serve an awesome God, whose faithfulness goes far beyond my own. Psalm 119:90 Your faithfulness continues from generation to generation; You have established the earth, and it stands [securely].(AMP)
Because of this Truth I continue to walk toward Him knowing He is who He says He is.
Please pray with me:
Lord Jesus, I now see the place in my heart I am attempting to hide from You. I feel so vulnerable and scared even though I know Your gentleness. I know I will grow closer to You and ultimately will gain a larger space in my heart that rests in Your glory and Your might and not my own. I submit my heart to You and ask You to cleanse me of my lack of trust and faith. Forgive me for my lack of faith and strengthen my walk with You. Thank You, Jesus. Amen.
He will cover you and completely protect you with His pinions,
And under His wings you will find refuge;
His faithfulness is a shield and a wall. (AMP)
Right now I am being stretched, pushed, and pulled becoming more than I am.
“What am I Play-Doh” I lamented at my walking partner. She didn’t even pause, in stride she blurted, “Yep, pretty much -you are His clay.”
I cried out to God in need of encouragement and frankly relief. He gently reminded me the alternative. You are not a cookie cutter- a mass produced blob. You can’t be less than who you are. You are not a square, a dinosaur, or some other shape someone else wants you to be. God created you, His original creation design with so much more in mind. This stretching is a restoring. A restoring to the fullness of everything He has for you.
You can stand on the Word.
for God’s gifts and his call are irrevocable. (NIV)
This verse left me wounded and yet energized. It begs the question who is trying to revoke the gift? I didn’t have to look far for the culprit. In my case, I myself was willing to lay it down or at least shelf it for a time, to “rest”. If God’s Word said my gifts and His call to me toward relationship are irrevocable who am I to stand in the way?
Are there ever times that you stand in the way of God?
Prayer: Have Your way God. I refuse to be disobedient. Restore me to my original creation design. Your flawed masterpiece- Heather, asking to be molded into Your image and not my own. Thank you, Amen.
Grace and I were headed to get the oil changed and so I asked her to pack a bag with a snack and books.
She informed me that she made herself a sandwich and even put it in a Baggie. Wow I thought I should get an award. My four year old making a meal, how resourceful. I stopped congratulating myself soon after, when I asked what was in it. She sweetly and quite proudly stated, “m and m’s.”. Boy were the mechanics impressed.
You can not carry your child’s cross. Luke 9:23 states, Then he said to them all: “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves and take up their cross daily and follow me. We can not pick up their cross but are called to pick up our own personal cross daily.
We can not pick up our children’s crosses it does not work that way. God created their cross for them. Their unique attributes and obstacles; some to endure, some to overcome and some to count as pure joy. All of these obstacles and attributes are blended together to create the masterpiece that is them. We can not interrupt the process of them “becoming” to reduce our own pain. I too anguish over my children’s struggles they seem unnecessary, messy, painful and without purpose. I say to myself, “Surely the Lord would want me to fix this”, when the answer is, “no this is for them to endure” I languish in my pain and allow joy to be stolen from me.
Someone once told me about the process of a butterflies birth and I believe it applies here. A butterfly once it is cocooned must then bite its way through the cocoon and slowly squeeze itself out millimeter my millimeter as it’s wings slowly unfold they dry. Someone seeing that pain and slow progress pulled the butterfly out quickly, “saving it”. This butterfly never did fully develop it’s wings and could not fly. Because you see in that slow painful process the wings were fully developing. We can not “ease” the process it is not possible.
Lord help me to stop trying to “ease” the process. Let me to live in the moment and to feel the joy that you are granting me. Strengthen me through your joy. I love you Lord and I trust you with my children. Take them Lord for you know the plans you have for them. Grant me the strength to get out of your way. Help me Lord instead to pick up my own cross. Do not let me un-shoulder my privilege and my right to bear my own cross. I need You in my life. I surrender my motherhood to you. I love you Lord, Amen.
My husband was in the process of discovering information that would ultimately lead to him closing his business and I was waiting for the phone call that one of the children I worked with had passed on. When I got the phone call about the details of the funeral arrangements I was sitting on my dinning room floor holding the wall up. My daughter was mysteriously quiet. She had decided to get out a scoop and pour the flour and sugar canisters back and forth. Needless to say the flour got all over the floor. So what could I do but invite her brother to come make flour angels on the floor. If you already have a mess you might as well have fun.