On Blessing Others When Your Heart Isn’t in It

 

I stood shell shocked.

Her words shot out rapid fire and every bullet hit its aim. She told me exactly what she thought of me, and when she ran out of ammo she zeroed in on my husband and kids. Thankfully, they weren’t there to witness the incident, the carnage.

I felt sweaty and panicked but didn’t cry. I kept a strong composure and steady gaze ’til the exchange was finished. Then, I hightailed it out of there and retreated into my house, into my bathroom where the faucets opened and the tears freely flowed.

I wish I could say I soon turned the page and got over it, but I did not. For days I ruminated over her words, replaying the entire scenario in my head. Except in my replays, I didn’t remain frozen. I told her off and I told her off good. I watched her swallow some of her own medicine and it felt good.

Until one day mid-rehash, God’s voice broke threw my own,

Child, you need to bless her. Ask Me to bless her.”

I shook my head and replied,

Father, I don’t feel like it. I don’t want to. That’s just too hard!”

He answered,

That’s exactly why you must do it. You live your faith when you do the hard thing, and right now your hard thing is to bless her.”

I need to bless someone who threw up rotten words and opinions all over me? Then I remembered reading in Luke not long ago:

But I say to you who hear, Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you.” (Luke 6:27-28 ESV, emphasis mine).

Knowing Jesus commands me to bless her gives me an extra kick-in-the-pants to do it, but it doesn’t make it any easier. How do I bless someone when my heart isn’t in it? True to His character, our God never prompts us to do something he doesn’t prepare us for. In my heart, I felt Him slowly but surely tell me what I needed to do. Sometimes all I can do to obey is put one foot in front of the other and just walk it out in faith.

    Put down the stones. Sometimes, we bless most by not doing something. Choose not to slander character or criticize harshly through negative, biting comments (no matter how justified you think they are). Instead of throwing stones, remember that person is also made in God’s image and we all fall short (Genesis 1:27, Romans 3:23 NIV).
    Pick up the prayers. On three different occasions, Jesus commands us to love our enemies (Matthew 5:44, Luke 6:27, 6:35 NIV). The repetition tells me it’s an important thing to remember. And what better way to love someone than to pray for them? Feelings trick us into thinking we are justified to do something when we aren’t.We can pray genuine words and mean them even if we aren’t feeling it. When hurt or angry feelings threaten to overwhelm, we can pray something as simple as, “Dear Lord, watch over and guide Ms. X. Bless her today and always.”
    Reflect His light. Another translation of the Greek word for blessed (makarios) is happy. How is your demeanor around difficult people? Do you look happy or do you look like you would rather eat nails than experience their presence? John 1:4 states, “In Him [Christ] was life, and that life was the light of men.” Does your life reflect His light around everyone? Does your personality shine? Even if you are reserved or introverted, you can smile, ask kind questions, and be cheerful. I’m not talking about being fake. Reflecting His light means we live what we believe. In showing love we do not wear any kind of hostility. Show through your countenance and actions that the person is forgiven regardless of how you feel.

It’s easy to love the lovely, but Jesus asks us to love the unlovely, too. It may be hard for you and me to do this, but it isn’t hard for God. Pray for His words, His actions, and His guidance. He can turn what you “need” to do into what you “want” to do.

Now, when thoughts of my own Ms. X wander close, I no longer dream up ways of defending myself or telling her off. I pray a blessing for her and then move on.

At the end of the day, I cling to the fact that my identity is secure in Jesus Christ. Yours is, too! His opinion is the one that matters and counts most. As the song “In Christ Alone” reminds:

No power of hell,

No scheme of man,

Could ever pluck me

from His hand.

‘Til He returns,

Or calls me home,

Here in the power of

Christ, I stand.¹

¹Getty, Keith and Townend, Stuart. “In Christ Alone.” New Irish Hymns. Kingsway, 2001.

 

She Speaks Conference

Do you also have a desire to connect the hearts of women with the amazing, grace-filled heart of God? These lovely gals sure do, and their heart’s desire is to encourage other women to do the same. Every summer in North Carolina, women with a passion for leading other women closer to the heart of God gather at the She Speaks conference to learn how to use their gifts for His glory, to serve Him where He leads. Ann Voskamp, the closing keynote speaker at this year’s She Speaks conference, is offering a scholarship to one brave, sweet soul who feels led to tip toe out of her comfort zone, take a risk and attend. On the very tippiest of tip toes, that’s what I’m doing today.


Quality Time with Growing Kids

 

Finding quality time with my young’uns as preschoolers wasn’t a problem. They were my shadows, my constant companions. And like a lot of kids, they wouldn’t want to just sit down and play a game of Candyland. They’d want to sit down and play 25 games of Candyland. And they wouldn’t want to just read a story or 2. They’d want to read 10.

Now, they are growing school-aged kids and with this comes growing independence, too. This is a blessed thing, especially on Saturday mornings when I can sleep in even if they are already up because they are old enough to know not to catch the house on fire or flush legos down the toilet or draw Sharpie art on the walls.

But the downside? I fret we don’t get enough quality time. Between school, homework, and activities, my former shadows are no longer glued to my hip. Plus, there are other growing-up facts, like they can read on their own and engage in other independent activities. Sure, I can read aloud to them, have heart-to-heart talks with them, and shoot nerf gun bullets at them. In doing these things and others, it seems our quality time is measured by the quality of our time together, not the quantity. It’s measured by how much of me I’m giving them when I can, while I can.

Parenting seasons come and go; what worked at an earlier time won’t necessarily work now.  So, I’d love to know:

What advice do you have for making the most of your time with growing kids?


Five Minute Friday: Waking Up

 

I’m linking up to Lisa Jo’s (the Gypsy Mama) this morning. Every Friday, Lisa Jo picks a topic and encourages us to just write about it for five minutes, no editing words or thoughts.  I was a little surprised she did a link up this week, since she had a baby six days ago and all. Six. Days. Ago!  When my babies were less than a week old, I considered myself productive to have scratched out a grocery list let alone something more intelligible.

She’s just amazing like that.

So, if you’d like to visit LJ’s place and link up your own five minute post, click here. Even if you don’t want to link up, click over anyway cuz her pictures of little Zoe Grace are stinkin’ precious!

Anyhoo, today’s topic? Waking Up. So here it goes…

Start

Most days it is dark when I wake up, but I like it that way.

The house is very quiet, except for evidence that my man is getting ready for work. Combat boots on hardwood floors. Coffee pot grinding and brewing his morning goodness. Other than that, it’s still.

I started consistently getting up before the kids for my quiet time while David was deployed. I still do it because I’ve learned if I don’t start the day with God, I generally won’t end it with Him, either. Even though my kids are in school now and most days afford me a little free time, the daily distractions of life pound hard and snatch my time and good intentions.

So, I start the day with Him. Sometimes it’s read-a-long-passage and soak Him up for extended time. Sometimes it’s a one verse kind of morning. Either way, my day just goes better when I wake up with Him.

The Light in the dark.

Stop

Happy Friday to y’all and have a marvelous weekend!


What Letting Go Can Look Like

 

I walk in their bedroom and wish I hadn’t. I saw my boys clean their room the day before; I know it happened. But now? Who can tell? Legos, papers, kleenex, they are all over.

But I say to myself,

“I’m lettin’ this go.”

They all sit at the kitchen table working on homework, and all are asking me questions at the same time. I can barely think to answer one child before another one is talking.

But I say to myself,

“I’m lettin’ this go.”

I make dinner and get it on the table and we sit down to eat. I correct the one who chews with his mouth open and remind another to please, please, please eat over his plate. There are a dozen other things to pick on but I say to myself,

“I’m lettin’ these go.”

The kids take for-ev-er to brush teeth and put on pajamas but it’s finally done and we snuggle up for Bible reading and prayers. Afterwards, I want to read a chapter from Caddie Woodlawn but they want to listen to Adventures in Odyssey which comes on the radio right this second, so upstairs they go. I am really into this little book so I’m disappointed, but I say to myself,

“I’m lettin’ this go.”

So after snuggling I come downstairs to work on a few things as well as read some blogs I enjoy. One has a video, and it’s when I start it that my man starts to tell me a story. I sigh just a little bit (he still hears) as I push pause while thinking,

“I’m lettin’ this go.”

He finishes the story so I hit “play” again. I’m just getting into it when he laughs out loud and takes a breath to tell me all about what’s so funny. Only I don’t let him. I’m done. D O N E. I am done lettin’ things go so I let him know I have no desire to hear it ’til I am done with what I want to do. Yep, I am done and empty and tired.

My attitude doesn’t improve much ’til the next morning when I’m reading from John 2 where Jesus performs His first miracle at a wedding. The party is in full swing but the wine is running low. So, Jesus instructs the servants to take six stone jars and fill them with water. After they do so, the servants take the water-turned-to-wine to the banquet master. After tasting it, the banquet master tells the bridegroom,

“Everyone brings the choice wine first and then the cheaper wine after the guests have had too much to drink; but you have saved the best till now.” John 2:10 NIV

Sometimes it’s when you’re running on empty that the circumstances are right for God to make His move.

I think of Paul who says I don’t do what I want to do and I feel his pain. I am a sin-mucky girl and an empty mess on my own.

I call on God and He scoops me out of my mess (again) with a message for my heart,

“I’m lettin’ this go. You should, too.”

He always lets it go while holding onto us. No matter the size of our screw-up or how impossible the situation seems, God is ready for a rescue. It’s His specialty.

I speak gratitudes and find my man and hug him and tell him I’m sorry. My always quick-to-forgive husband hugs me back and says,

“Let me tell you what was so funny last night…”


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