It’s a good thing faith is not based on emotions. It’s a good thing most things in life aren’t (or shouldn’t be) based on emotions. Because I really don’t feel like trying today. I don’t feel like giving of myself. I don’t want to keep going. But it’s not about what I feel, it’s about what I will. And I will to keep trying, to keep giving, to keep going. What we do when the feeling is not there is important.
All the more important is it to “sing to the LORD a new song; sing to the LORD, all the earth! Sing to the LORD, bless his name; tell of his salvation from day to day. Declare his glory among the nations, his marvelous works among all the peoples!” (Ps. 96.1-3)
Or maybe I should just call this series “Life in the Trenches.”
Advent started out with a bang this morning. I came back from a run to find out that Stepford Son had been a referee in what promised to be a full on knock-down, drag-out fistfight between Mini Me and the Youngest. And all over breakfast. Instead of freaking out and yelling, I sat down with all of them and hashed out the incident. After many tears and several apologies from all involved, life settled back down to normal. I thank God for instances like this because this is one of the things I’m called to do–teach my children how to resolve conflicts in a Christ-like manner. Plus, it builds virtue in all of us.
Though it was a busy day, I was still able to have a quiet few minutes in front of the tabernacle.
Maranatha, come Lord Jesus.
Without You I am lost. I am in darkness. I think I know the way, but all my grasping for control only serves to entangle me more into the mire and muck. So send out your search party, Lord, I pray! Your little, stupid sheep thought she knew better. Again. Oh send out Thy light and Thy truth; let them lead me, let them bring me to Thy holy hill and to Thy dwelling. Ps. 43.3
“…you show that you are a letter from Christ delivered by us, written, not with ink but with the Spirit of the Living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts.” 2 Cor. 3.3
I am God’s letter to the world, bearing His Word, His Beauty, His Truth, His Goodness, His Mercy. What a responsibility! How then should I act? Sure, I should be kind to those I meet–the cashier at the grocery, other drivers, fellow shoppers, etc. But what about those in my own home? Am I not Christ’s letter to them as well? Aren’t they the first to whom I should bring His Word, Beauty, Truth? How often, though, are they the ones who bear the brunt of my bad mood, my irritation? For me, it’s easy to put on a happy face for the few moments of interaction with the gate guard on base but much harder to be pleasant with my husband when I’m tired or stressed out. It’s easy to chit chat with the mail clerk but tortuous to listen to my children’s silliness when I am irritated.
Yes, I have a responsibility to bring Christ to the world, but it starts with the people He has put intimately into my life.