Blogging is a curious thing if you think about it. Why do we feel the need to write/take pictures of our lives and splatter them across Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and who knows what else. I don’t know, people are weird. I’m weird.
Here’s the deal: I don’t want to read about a mom who home-schools twelve children while running her dream dairy farm in the beautiful country side as she takes amazing pictures of her children with her seven-hundred dollar camera. That’s not reality for a lot of people. If you’re capable, then good for you. My mom can’t do or afford any of those things at this point in her life and I don’t want her to feel like she’s somehow not as good as that woman.
So mom, thank you for being imperfect. Thank you for managing to do everything you do even though it may not be glamorous. Even though we don’t live in a $500,000 home, what we have is enough. I’m pleased with all the material things that I have, Mom. When you come home from wiping patients butts all day at the hospital, I want to have a meal ready and a clean house waiting for you. It’s the least I can do.
Here’s to you, Mom.
I’m doing this Bible reading plan to help me along and keep me on course, since I struggle so much with having regular quiet times. So far, it’s been very helpful! Making sure that it doesn’t just become another thing to “check off” can be tempting, but that’s usually when I go off the plan and let the Holy Spirit choose the chapter of the night.
Anyway, right now it’s taking me through Isaiah, Psalms, and Acts. Psalms and Acts are fantastic, but for me Isaiah is the real surprise here. There’s always been kind of an avoidance of the book because it does contain chapters of God in his wrath, causing me to shy away. But as I’m going through each chapter, I find verses like these:
“And now The Lord says- he who formed me in the womb to be his servant to bring Jacob back to him and gather Israel to himself, for I am honored in the eyes of The Lord and God has been my strength.” Isaiah 49:5
Where “Jacob” and “Israel” stand in this verse, turns into a blank for all of us. We will be called to bring back maybe Round Rock, Texas, or a remote tribe in the jungle! I just get so excited over that!
“See I have engraved you on the palms of my hands.” Isaiah 49:16
If I had any artistic drawing or painting skills of any kind, I would paint the picture in my head right now. Strong, large hands that have my
name carved into them?! The same hands that healed the leaper’s spots, who held little children, and the same hands that had nails hammered through them so that I might have freedom and hope.
I just discovered a love for the words of the wise people of this world. They bring me such comfort and increase to thirst for wisdom deep in me. For a history assignment the past week, I had to look up fifteen quotes from George Washington. What a wise and devoted man! Here are a few of my favorites:
“To be prepared for war is one of the most affective means of preserving peace.”
“If freedom of speech is taken away then dumb and silent we will be led, like sheep to the slaughter.”
“Truth will ultimately prevail where there is pains to bring it to light.”
“Observe good faith and justice towards all nations. Cultivate peace and harmony with all.”
While watching the news with my family, I listened to the horrific stories of a Muslim man beheading a woman at her workplace; I listened as the news anchor talked about ISIS ready to invade Bagdad; I saw pictures of terrorists posing, guns up, ready to slaughter a line of people, and I watched as a vicar in Bagdad looked into the camera and said “I have no fear.”
I had to leave. I started shaking. I was panicking. We as humans have such a fine line between man and beast that it utterly stuns me.
I pray for my fellow Americans, who I think are doing so much wrong by having double-standards and our president who shows such a lack of leadership. I pray for my Brothers and Sisters in the Middle East who are being slaughtered. I weep and mourn for the people of this earth who inflict so much pain on each other. I bet that God mourns too.
I’m also unsure. The Bible talks of love and peace, but they wipe out certain people in wars. God hasn’t changed somewhere between the Old and the New Testament. He is the same yesterday, today, and forever. So what is our role?
And something I can’t even believe is that I and millions or billions of people all over the world spend time ignoring what is happening. We are so concerned with our Instagrams and the perfect selfie that we’re completely in the dark. I weep for myself and my tendencies to pick up my phone and shut down.
All in all, this is such a depressing post and definitely messy, but they are my convicted, confused thoughts.
Oh God, I know you are here. You’re probably waving your arms shouting “Hello, I’m here!”, but we look to Fox News instead of You. God, you are good, You are beautiful, and You are in control. I know you have a plan for each and every one of us, and help me to strive to always look to YOU in times of trouble, not the U.S. Military. But God, please help me to be aware so that I may pray.