Saturday, November 30, 2013

Confessions of a Collector

Collecting things.

I've had a tendency to do this over the years.  For awhile it is great, but the feeling never lasts. 

Collections can be fun. Collections can be useful and sometimes profitable. However, they can also be problematic in a number of ways.  Often, they cost money.  And more money and more money. They take up space. They collect dust. In the process of collecting, they can create messes.  Often they cause more stresses.

Over the years I have collected in so many (ahem...obsessive) ways.  For several years it was Precious Moments figurines, then it was Beanie Babies.  Yeah, we all know how the Beanie Baby collection ended up. 

Then there has been the collections of home school curriculum, books of all kinds, videos and audio books and audio teachings etc.  When this happens...when book case after book case begins to overflow in your home...you just might have to start a lending library...which, of course, I did.  It was great, but it also added a LOT of stress for several years.

When it comes to shopping, for things to collect, it's really not something I look forward to. However, once something is in my mind that I think I need or really want, I set forth to find a way to get it.  Ugh. I'm sure I'm not alone in this, right?

In addition, there have been several times when it has been really challenging to resist great sales around the items I think I must have! It's calling out...come and get me.  I'm on sale, and you have a coupon!

Then, when I start to shop... I can't decide.  Hmm...this looks good in this option AND this option...So...I have had a tendency to overspend out of indecision and out of a lack of self-control. And obsessive compulsions.  Still working on this my Darling D.

Oh...and clothes.  Do you have a clothing collection? I have collected a variety of basic tanks, t-shirts and long sleeve shirts, in black, white, gray and tan.  I have collected shoes, because sometimes you have to have black AND brown of the same shoe.  But, of course, those collections are just plain practical, right?  And then I have collections IN my clothes, because sometimes you need blue, green AND purple of the same shirt.  Don't you?

I've also had great intentions to do great things - that resulted in collections.  Like stamping...and scrapbooking.  Yeah - well, I still have plenty of "stuff" and little in the way of results.  But there's always someday...

Something I still collect is information.  That is something I truly enjoy and will probably not stop doing.  As a Contemplator, I have a great need to know...in the areas I am interested in.  With Pinterest, Evernote and Kindles it is easy to collect information, for free, and without the dust or space problems.  Also, if I don't get around to actually reading and studying it...it's OK.  I had fun in the process.

At Christmas time, most of us are collecting aren't we? We collect lists.  We collect sales ads.  We collect decorations.  We collect presents and we collect supplies to wrap those presents in.  We collect Christmas cards from loved ones and those we barely know.  Often...we collect stress and we collect debt.

Shoot...throughout the year we even collect friends, followers and likes! 

We are all collectors in some way. I'm pretty sure. Or, maybe that just makes me feel better.

Collecting though...it can become compulsive. 

Collecting...can become obsessive.

Collecting...can lead our hearts astray and cause our eyes to fixate on the wrong things.

I have collected in these ways, and for me, it only resulted in pain and stress and debt.

This year, I plan to be compelled by something different. 

For the Christmas season this year...I plan to collect something different.

This year...my collecting is also part of my giving.


This year...it's about The Christmas Collective.


yeah...it's still coming...
I also collect thoughts
and then write and write...
.for real...
The Christmas Collective is coming soon!


I want to hear from you! What do you collect?
Has that changed over the years? 



Posts in The Christmas Collective series...

Friday, November 29, 2013

Ushering in something new...

"For everything there is a season, 
and a time for every matter under heaven: 
a time to be born, and a time to die;
 a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; 
a time to kill, and a time to heal; 
a time to break down and a time to build up; ...

Thank you Lord for bringing me through this recent time, this season, of intensity. During this time I planted,  I watered and I enjoyed the harvest you brought forth. I felt death in several ways and I have also seen healing and life.  I have experienced the breaking down of much and look forward to the building up of more.

A new season is being ushered in.  As I have spent much time resting and soaking up time with The Lord, I have been in a season of healing. It has been a healing process the likes of which I have not felt for some time. To some of my friends I have described the last few months as a whirlwind of seasons hitting all at once. There has been time to grieve, time to reap and to reflect, time to recharge and time to just 'be' at the feet of Jesus.  It has been a bittersweet time.

...a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance,...

Looking back brings pangs of sadness as I grieve over losses and am reminded of  experiences that left their wounding imprints.  Then, with an open and emotionally raw heart, one that has left itself exposed to the healing touch of the Father, I can look forward. Sadness is displaced with gladness. He draws me toward the next steps. My steps are smaller than before, but He nudges me forward gently.

I turn towards that which I have to be thankful for, and am strengthened  through the words stored in my heart (Psalm 119:11), I begin to smile over many fond memories.  The underlying joy that resides deep within me breaks forth and the darkness dissipates enough so that I may clearly see the presence of my Lord, right there with me.

Though the gusts flare up occasionally, the wind is dying down.  


The brightness of the Son shines through and shows me new glories.

As brightness come forth, the Christmas season is ushered in.
In this new season, my heart is in a much more child-like state.  It is not a child-like state that is encumbered by the things of the world or engrossed in the immature ways of whining and demanding.  What it is, is a child like state of knowing that I am cared for and that what I have need of is given to me.

We do not have a steady income. Our future is uncertain.  There are many reasons to worry, to feel anxious and to reflect with feelings of failure.  Often I do tend to feel uneasy, but overall this new child-like state settles in. I am safe, I am loved, I am accepted and I am in the hands of the most capable and loving Father anyone can have.

This is the year where I no longer care for the ways of hustling and bustling from store to store.  I no longer care to buy things we cannot afford in an attempt to give my children beautiful memories of waking up to a tree filled with presents on Christmas morning. This is the year my children no longer care for it either.

This year, what I give, is not something I bought. This year, what I give was given to me. It is something that was purchased by my Father.  Through the gift of His son, the baby in whom we rejoice at Christmas time, the baby who would later be given up to the cross as the purchase price for me...through this gift, I have peace and I have joy.  These are gifts that come in, overflow, and are then given to others.

This year, I will give out of the overflow of what I have been given and it means that things will look a lot different this Christmas season.

The gifts of peace and joy are expressed in so many different ways and look different to different people.

Often, it looks like the sharing or our homes, our possessions and our time others. It can look like serving others in need. It can also look like a smile and sincere appreciation and recognition to someone who needs the love and compassion of others.  Which is really all of us.

It looks like wonder and awe. It looks like peace and it looks like joy.

It looks like appreciation and contentment.

For me,  this looks like the time to begin something new.

It is time to step forward in new ways.

It is time to create new memories.

a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together - Ephesians 3:1-5a  

It is time to gather new stones...to build anew.

It is time for The Christmas Collective...


Friday, November 22, 2013

He lifts my head...I hold His hand

The lyrics of Meredith Andrews song resonate in my head.

Lift up your head
And throw off every chain
Lift up your eyes
To the One who doesn't change
Lift up your hands
The broken he will mend
So lift up your head

My hands had been lifted - time and time again -in praise, in thanks, in joy, in worship and in the storms.  I love to lift them up to my Lord.  But - after many storms, my hands were growing more and more weary.  He was speaking to me all the while.

     I could not throw off the chains.  - I can 

          I'd lift my eyes up and they would become cast down again. - I am watching you
 
               I cried at his feet. -  I will wipe away your tears

                    My hands covered my eyes. Tears rolled. I was desperate. - I AM

                         I was right where He wanted me to be...
                                       - You are here with Me

In the days prior to leaving, I could barely get out of bed. Packing seemed far off and something I couldn't even do in my thoughts. Everything within me felt weighed down by the chain around me.  It is one that I have worn before.  Maybe you have worn it too? It is truly heavy and it is often made link by link.

Guilt - Condemnation - Failure - Fear - Despair

All lies - I knew they were lies, yet the accuser kept whispering them to me.  The more I fought, the more deceptive and subtle the enemy became.  I started to listen more and as I did my resolve and my hope dwindled considerably.  The voice of God was becoming quieter and farther off.  I hated this. Knowing what I know and believing as I do, the feeling of darkness covering me made it easy to feel even worse. I should be rejoicing in the LORD! ...like I used to do.

Even so, He was there with me in the pain and the sadness and the darkness.  He kept reminding me so much of Him through His word, through prayer and through beautiful songs of praise and worship.

He said things to me over and over again.  I have not left you. I have not forsaken you. He kept telling me not to fear.

"It is the LORD who goes before you.
He will be with you; he will not leave you or forsake you.
Do not fear or be dismayed."
- Deuteronomy 31:8

He reminded me - Keep your eyes fixed on me.

That song again, (Meredith Andrews)

Let us all fix our gaze
On the Author of our faith
From all else we turn away
For the joy that conquers shame

Joy?  Where had it gone? It was something longed for, but something just out of reach.

Then He did as He often does. Morning came and the Lord provided the mercies I needed for the new day.  He had made it clear that he wanted me to go. I needed to go. My trust was solely on Him.  It had to be.

So, I packed and I went.  

Day One meant heading straight into a place where memories would flood in and it meant facing painful circumstances.  He gave me the strength I needed for that day, and for each moment as they came. 

Towards the end of Day One, my Father gave me a gift.  The gift of an unexpected conversation. The gift of being the one to offer forgiveness when I did not know forgiveness was even sought. What a joyous gift it was!

When I first saw her, well over a year ago, I thought we could be friends.  I sought her eyes and hoped to meet, but our eyes never met and I shrugged it off.  At that time, I had a strong need and desire for new friends.  It was during the largest step of faith I had ever taken where I was plunged into a new community and unfamiliar territory.  I often felt alone.

Yet, during this time, the Lord helped me to take every moment, every need and every situation, to Him....and release it.  For the most part, releasing my worries and concerns in this particular journey was pretty easy. This alone was a miracle.  Let go? REALLY trust? Yeah - that wasn't how I operated most of the time. 

God has graciously given me many blessings through surrendered faith. Even so, every moment, large and small, left its imprint on my heart.  After many months, those imprints began to meld together and the enemy used these and other painful wounds as well as the whispers of  his lies to wear me down in every way possible.

When she came to me, and asked me to sit down with her, I was surprised. It was the first time we had spoken. For me, her imprint was small, quite small, considering the many, many other imprints over this journey.  Yet - her presence, her love, her humility and her heart-felt conversation with me that night - was large. Quite large.  

Often, my heart hurts greatly when I see or feel someone dishonoring God.  In the same way, when I see someone show great honor and love I am deeply moved and exhilarated.   Seeing a precious and beautiful daughter of our King, my sister-in-Christ, moved to tears and humbly asking for forgiveness gave me great, great joy.  Not because I felt it was needed or ever expected it, but because she is so precious in God's eyes and her act was so pleasing to Him that I couldn't help but rejoice!  What a gift!

So - in 24 hours - I had gone from a desperately low place in my spirit to a place of awe and wonder.  Yay God! Thank you!  In addition, I began to feel loved more deeply through her act, and through the brilliant smiles of a few friends I hadn't seen in several months.  Day One began a journey of healing.

Days Two, Three and Four were filled with more love and more large movements in my heart.  By trusting a dear friend, I agreed to attend a "Walk to Emmaus" event.  God would use this time to draw me oh so close in His embrace. Through this event, the people that were involved and the activities I participated in, God brought about a beautiful caressing and nurturing to my heart.

On Day Three the Lord began to give me beautiful images to revel in as He spoke to me of His love and His fellowship and His Fatherhood.

I pondered the story of Emmaus as recorded in the book of Luke.  As Cleopas and "the other" walked along the road to Emmaus with Jesus, they did not know that the one who joined them on their journey was the very one they longed for.   Luke 24:26 says "But their eyes were kept from recognizing him".

How often we do not see the one who is there with us?  Sometimes it is because we are not looking, but at other times we want so much to see Him, feel Him, be near to Him and yet our eyes are kept from really seeing how close He is.  Perhaps, sometimes when we do not see how near He is, there is a great purpose in the revealing moments and in the story of not seeing? Perhaps, our seeing Him more clearly is all part of His plan and is fully within His control and timing, to bring about His glory and His purposes?

I pictured an image of walking along a dusty road, alone.  Then, I saw Jesus there.  I stopped walking and looked into his eyes.  He spoke to me and reminded me of who He is and gave me a glimpse of understanding that His purposes were being carried out through the journey.  Then, I held his hand and we walked together.  I could not see ahead of me on the path, but He was with me.


He was there all the time. - I will never leave you or forsake you.  

That evening another beautiful picture came to mind.  Through an act of love, and a small thing, I was given a beautiful, heart wrenching image.  In this picture, God reminded me of His Fatherly love for me.  I began to really feel like a daughter to the most precious and amazing Father ever.  I heard him say,   I have so much more to show you and to give to you. I love you tenderly dear daughter.  Keep walking with me. I will reveal more to you.

In my heart, I really felt as if I had fallen into the arms of love and had been released of the heavy chains.  He reached for my hand and I was able to lift my eyes again with hope and expectation to the future of what He wants to show me and where He wants to take me.

By the end of Day Four, I sang. 

A bit of caution here...those who know me know....I...do...not...sing.

Well, that is, unless it is in front of an audience and really embarrassing...like at my wedding.  Or perhaps as a backup singer with the man who would become the next CEO of Dell Computers to a large room full of executives and Mr. Dell himself....or, as I did this evening, to a room full of women I am only beginning to know...dressed in black...to the tunes of Johnny Cash. Yep- sure did. I was excited too, despite fears, insecurities and only a few days before having been in an emotional place where I didn't want to be around anyone. ANYone.

Honestly, I am not one who jumps at the chance for the microphone! Yet, when it comes to my great God, something happens.  Sometimes the spirit's prompting is just too clear and sometimes I just do things He asks me to do.  Later I think, "I did what?!?"  You see, fears that hold us back from doing what God wants us to do can not occupy the frontal place of our mind when trust is put in Him and His Spirit takes over.

This four day journey came to a close and God had chosen to use it as the means to bring about healing and renewal in my spirit.  In the days prior to obediently going when and where God was leading me, I could hardly make it out of bed.  During the journey, he lifted my head and broke off the chains of the enemy.  Going forward, I walk on the dusty path holding His hand.

My arms will quite likely get tired again, but His hand will still be holding mine.


"Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power of work within us,to him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever. Amen." - Ephesians 3:20,21 (emphasis mine)


Saturday, November 9, 2013

Wrestling through the seasons

When I started blogging, rather...when I first started a blog and did virtually nothing with it...I did so with the hopes and dreams of sharing my learning journeys. My passions were steeped in grand overtures of cooking, gardening, herbs and DIY natural home & beauty care.  Who am I kidding, they still are.  I figured that everyone would want to know all the great things I learned about and about my successes and failures as I tried these things.  That's what blogging is about right? It would be a mah-velous adventure!

So, I read, I studied, I researched. I collected a wealth of information on the whys and the how-tos of all these grand venues. I collected books, websites, information and supplies. Yet...I remembered little...and followed through on even less....definitely, not-so-perfect. 

There are plenty of great reasons why I didn't accomplish much in these ventures. After all, I was doing a lot elsewhere. I had two small children 14 months apart, two older boys to home school and I operated a non-profit Christian lending library.  There was my husband to love, friends to meet, and a plethora of ministry activities to lead and assist with as well as a step-son that visited two to three weekends a month from an hour and a half away. Then, we moved and began to foster multiple children.  Yes, I was definitely busy!

Years passed, and I was too busy to do what I had in mind to do.  Although I've heard...that you are never too busy to do what's really important to you. So there's that. Hmmm....

Perhaps, I could have made more time?

Perhaps, it just wasn't the right time? 

More likely, His time looked much different than my time.

Really likely, what I had in mind just wasn't quite what God had in mind.

Despite my pursuits, I felt strongly that it was not my season to accomplish much.  At least, not much of the desires I sought after.

I knew this.  I knew, that I knew, that I knew....it was not my season. I told myself and I told others. But I wanted it! Like a child, I wanted what I wanted and I wanted it now!

So I fought against the daily, seemingly mundane, activities of life; cleaning sticky messes, sweeping, vacuuming, cooking because you had to eat and not for fun, responding to whining and fighting children, wiping butts, toilet training young ones, trying to get one child to actually DO their school work and fighting with another about the WHY of doing their school work. Occasionally I found joy in this, but not often enough.

In other areas, I complied with things I felt He was leading me to do, though I felt ill equipped and I wasn't sure why I was doing them, except to serve Him. At one point I felt called to lead a talent show two years in a row. (For those who really know me, leading a large event is NOT my forte'!) We held a monthly teen fellowship night in our home because we felt led to do so. And then there's the library and the move to a ranch to foster and have up to 12 kids at one time. These were both large, adventurous, and often overwhelming, undertakings, especially for an introvert! I also stepped-down from ministries on occasion, to focus on family and re-prioritize.

Through times of obedience and times where it lacked, my Father has spoken to me. Over and over again he has called out to me.

Be patient and I will give you rest. 
Wait and trust in Me.  
Trust that my plans are perfect, they are for your best and for my glory.  
Believe in my wisdom and put your faith in me.  
You will find rest in Me as you seek Me with all your heart.

And then, I believe there is something else that He wants me to understand.

Do not waste the season you are in.
I have a purpose for you now.
Seek Me, Ask of Me, and Receive from Me...what I have for you in this moment.

Mentally, I got it.

Parts of my heart softened and surrendered to enjoy and live in the season I was in.

But...parts of my heart still held back.

He kept taking me in places I hadn't expected to go, places I often didn't want to go.

The Lord had work for me to do that looked different than the things I sought.  Yet, as I struggled internally, and wrestled with God, I grew.

In some areas I laid down my needs and wants to seek after His. It was here that I found peace and joy.

In other areas I still held back. There, I felt sadness and lacked peace.  

Where I kept a part of my heart back, I did not reap the full benefit of what my Father had for me.

Remember the song in Sesame Street? Which one of these things is not like the other? Yeah, I've been like that. Sticking out and standing there saying, I don't want to do what fits and what belongs in this picture you've put together God. Don't you know what I want to do?

I told God, I'm ready now for the season that is ahead of me. I told God that this is what I want to do. It's kind of like wearing a bikini on the coast of Maine...in January. Or, a heavy parka in the deserts of Arizona...in August. It doesn't fit. It doesn't belong.

Then - the light shines on the one who isn't doing what they are supposed to be doing, and it is painfully obvious.  At this point a decision has to be made. Either continue in a foolish pattern of doing your own thing, or look to the Creator and ask him to show you where you really belong. At this point, I recognized that my warring desires were frequently faced with a call to surrender. 

The more I laid down my needs and desires, the more I began to see that not only had I been battling God's plan and His best for me, but I was fighting against my unique strengths and giftings.  I was forcing desires in my life that weren't for me. They were part of my journey, but not the fulfillment of where God wanted me to go. God was showing me the blessings of a heart committed to Him no matter what. This is a much sweeter place to be; a place where peace is found. 

"Set your mind on the things above, not on the things that are on earth." - Colossians 3:2

I began to recognize that my attempts to cook, garden, etc and my desire to blog about it, just weren't coming to fruition.  I watched my sister's faithfulness in a focused area help her in a successful allergy friendly blog (which I highly recommend, www.hopeskitchen.info)   I noticed that friends were doing far more than I when it came to my areas of significant interest.  Then, I realized that all these desires I had (have) were really more like passionate hobbies.  The deeper, more prominate desire in my heart was to learn, and to share with others about my loving and almighty Father. 
 
It was time to ACCEPT my own journey.

It was time to ACCEPT that it looked different than what I envisioned. That it looked different than others' journeys.

It was time to ACCEPT that when I have trusted and obeyed in serving Him over the years I have been fulfilling part of my purpose. 

It was time to ACCEPT that his timing is best. 

It was time to ACCEPT that the season I am in is part of His plan and is for his glory. 

It was time to BELIEVE and ACCEPT that God's future plans for me would be for His glory too, no matter what they look like.

It was time to grow further in TRUSTING God's plan over my own. 

Recently, I was introduced to the concept of Life Languages. I will be writing more about this in the future, but in a nutshell there are seven life languages that characterize the way we communicate and interact with others. Finding out what mine are (and what my husband's are) has helped greatly.  Through the investment of our time (20 min) and money (it runs $45 per person) to take the KLLP (Kendall Life Languages Profile), I was able to identify some interesting dynamics to my internal wrestling.

My strongest life language is "Contemplator".  In a moderate second is "Responder" and third is "Doer".  In short, that means that I have a desire to DO things, but often get pulled away or change what I am doing to RESPOND to others and before that even happens I spend far more time CONTEMPLATING than DOing. I think and think (study and research) more than DO.  WOW! That's exactly what happens! 

I faced this reality head on. The reality of where my strengths really lie.  The reality that I wouldn't ever have a fabulous DIY, or natural living, or organic gardening blog because I will think more about it than do anything with it. I faced the reality that God had something different for me.  By facing this and accepting it, it didn't mean death to me. It meant life.

I accepted the things I have not done, the things I thought I had failed in. I reflected on the reasons why. I considered the things I have done, and then accepted the gifts God HAS given me.  

He has shown me that it wasn't so much about failing, as it was about succeeding.   Succeeding by accepting that who I am is better defined by Christ and not by what I think I should be.  Succeeding by laying down my wants and desires entrusting them to my Father.  Succeeding by recognizing what my true abilities are and seeking to pursue how these fit in His plan.

I still have my passionate hobbies.  I will still learn and grow and eventually accomplish more.  I will still write, occasionally, about the process. But my writing will not be primarily about this.

I will write as the Lord leads me. I will accept failures along the way. I will seek to show that His grace is sufficient for me and that His power is made perfect in my weakness.   (2 Corinthians 12:9)  

His Not So Perfect Housewife is about being real.  Real trials, real sorrows.  As well as real joy and real victories, in all facets of life.  It is my hope that as I openly share these victories and failures that my Father is glorified.  It is my hope that you and I may find camaraderie in our struggles and hope for our victories.

As John Piper's well-known statement goes, "God is most glorified in us when we are most satisfied in Him."  Let us seek Him in all things.

Lord - I come before you with a restless heart that desires to seek you in ALL things. I desire to trust you fully in what you have for me now and what you have planned for me I the future. Meet me here Lord - where I am, in the season I am in. Amen. 


Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Humbled by comparison

Last weekend I joined several women from our church for the annual women's retreat.  It was by far the best one I've ever been to. I left home raw with emotions and came back utterly emotionally exhausted, yet rejuvenated at the same time.

The theme was "I am more than..."  Numerous women shared their stories of being more than the season they were in, the circumstances of their life and their emotions.  I think every woman in that room had something to share and most did. They shared the work of Jesus in their lives, or the desire to see Jesus do a mighty work. They shared pain and healing. They shared their stories of redemption. The sharing of their stories drew us together.  There was a powerful feeling of connectedness that happened as stories were told.

We had a great introduction to our weekend as our first speaker talked about redemption.  She shared how redemption is MORE THAN the forgiveness of sins.  It is more than payment.  It includes deliverance and restoration.  She talked about our stories being important because they are - OUR stories. They are OUR journeys.  They are personal and there is joy to be found in each one.

She also shared how she has experienced the thoughts of "I have no story because nothing major has happened in my life" to thoughts of "Oh, well I have been through this, this and this.  When YOU have been through this...come talk to me." While I recognized what she said and agreed with the point she made, I did not realize I was about to engage in the same sad game of comparison.

In hearing women share their stories I found myself doing the very thing I seek not to do - judge others.  I walked into the room consumed by a number of things that have been wearing out my heart for some time. Honestly, I was focused on me and my pain. As the stories poured forth I found myself judging one person in particular and thinking, "Oh, she's just dealing with such and such. Whatever.  My struggles are far more challenging then hers." UGH. It hurts to admit this ugliness in me, but it was there.

Then, I heard more. More of her real story and the things God has brought her through. Oh my goodness.  So much MORE than I've dealt with!  I went from thinking she had no real reason to cry to thinking she is such an amazingly strong and vibrant woman of God! I found myself going from a stance of thinking, "Oh, I could help her with blah, blah, blah" to "Oh Lord, let the peace and strength she has resonate through me more!"

Just as I am typing this up, my email notifier showed up on my screen to let me know about books dealing with HUMILITY Nice Lord.  I just love your sense of humor. Deep breath now...

Yet, as I recognized that her story had great value, I also felt myself comparing again. Now I saw more value in her than in myself. I felt myself on both sides of comparison in this one woman sharing her story. As another speaker, Carrie, said when she spoke, we so often compare ourselves with others. We can compare ourselves with anything. "It's a gift. We don't even have to think about it. We just do it." Yep - I sure did. It was humbling and it was eye opening.

When the retreat closed the Lord gave me a shift in my perspective.  I was able to see the judgment I quickly passed, the shift of valuing this woman more and then even the fight to not let her value, her story, overshadow my own value in the Lord.   

I saw a need for improved lenses so that I can see others, and myself, more as Jesus does.  I needed a new perspective of the value of the Lord's work, whether in me or in others. My perspective changed to allow me to see each story and each work of redemption as valued for what it is, the work of a loving author and healer who desires redemption for each of us.

It is my heart's desire to grow more in seeing the value of others as I seek for balance in my own value before Him.  It was refreshing to recognize this and it was a gift. I am thankful to be shown my own pride, even though it seemed like an air of helpful service.  Really, my thoughts were rooted in pride. 

I am thankful for the opportunity to have pride shoved aside in favor of seeing much greater value and purpose in this woman - through the sharing of her story.

I am thankful for being reminded that her story, and my story, is valued and is important.

We are all works in progress and we all have victories and challenges.  We each have our own story and it is OUR OWN story.  Each story has great value.  The process of redemption in each story is extremely valuable. It is the work of a mighty and loving God who desires to deliver and to restore. The work He is doing in and through each of His children is of utterly great value. May we see our stories though the lenses of our redeemer.

Some stories of redemption are complete and we can rejoice in a known ending. Some are still in process and we look forward, with hope, to see a victorious ending.  In some stories, we will not see the end and they will require trust in a great and good God to know that the end is in His sight.

In all these works, let us keep our eyes fixed on the weaver of our stories.  Let us look forward to His redemptive work.  Let us be comforted that each of our stories are important because they are important to Him and because they reflect the work that He is doing.

"O Lord, you have searched me and known me!
You know when I sit down and when I rise up; 
you discern my thoughts from afar.
You search out my path and my lying down
and are acquainted with all my ways.
Even before a word is on my tongue,
behold, O Lord, you know it altogether.
You hem me in, behind and before, 
and lay your hand upon me.
...
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me, 
when as yet there was none of them."
-Psalm 139:1-5;16