- In my list of how to pray for David each day, I prayed today that he would love & embrace truth. In the midst of praying for him, I was moved by the need to pray for myself. I love 2 Tim. 2:15: “Be diligent to present yourself approved to God as a workman who does not need to be ashamed, accurately (or carefully) handling the word of truth.” It made me wonder if I am daily handling the word of truth carefully. What a responsibility!
- For my children I prayed for them to develop a heart for missions. Again, I was reminded that if my children were going to have a love for missions then they needed to see a mother who had a heart for missions. Eek. I don’t really believe that I don’t have a heart for missions, but it is an area that needs growth and cultivating for sure.
- In the Old Testament I read of Joseph and of his brothers returning to him when famine stuck their land. Sinful old me realized that it was a darn good thing that Joseph’s brothers weren’t my brothers because in my sinful quest for justice I would have probably put far more painful circumstances upon them then Joseph did. Today I learned mercy. I needed a reminder that if I expect mercy, I need to give mercy.
- Lastly, as I was thanking God for regenerating me, justifying me, sanctifying me, and, one day, glorifying me, I was humbled by a great and near fear in my own life. As I was about to ask the Lord to continue to use the circumstances in my life to sanctify me and conform me to the image of Jesus, I paused. And then I froze. The last time I whole-heartedly asked God to sanctify me and to remove anything in my life that kept me from being like Him, I found myself having been brought into an intense time of suffering, refining, and hurting. Yes, in those circumstances I grew closer to the Lord than ever before, but they were awful! That was such a horrifying time of spiritual darkness in my life that I run from any sign of heading back in that direction again. And so I thought: were I to pray this prayer again, what would that mean? It would mean that God could use anything He chose to teach me something about Him and to help me become more like Him. It could mean taking the growing life from inside of me, I thought. And I couldn’t bear the thought of it. Isn’t that awful? It could mean, in the worst of circumstances, taking a loved one away from me, and I am so ashamed to say that for a moment I refused to pray for sanctification out of fear of what that might entail. The Spirit convicted me, however, and I now see that the benefits of becoming as much like Christ this side of heaven far outweighs any type of loss or hardship I might experience on earth…in this life. Ok- that was a mouthful- but I had to share.
And now for some fun randoms:
- Simon’s favorite word is truck. He says it “cuck”. And it is too cute. A car is a truck. A motorcycle is a truck. A lawnmower is a truck. And don’t try to tell him otherwise. He retaliates when angered.
- David and I were informed last night by a midwife that most all midwives have a placenta or two in their freezer. Better than that, did you know that a placenta is not considered a biohazard by law when given as a gift? How cool is that?
- I am just about so ready for vacation that I could break out into song and dance. But that wouldn’t be pretty- so I won’t.
- David loves Deadliest Catch on the Discovery Channel. I pretty much hate it.
- I don’t really care to be asked if we are trying for a girl (with this pregnancy, that is). It is like I am trying to be caught up in something. I always say the same thing: “We would love a daughter, but if I knew this baby would be a boy, I still would have gotten pregnant.” And then they always follow it up in a condescending tone with: “Well, just as long as the baby is healthy, that’s all we want”. I’m like: “I know that! You’re the one who asked me if I was trying for a girl.” LOL. It just cracks me up.
