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I have a friend who is probably on a plane right now. She is taking a much needed trip with her husband. A trip full of hopes for rest, relaxation, and an intimate reconnecting.
Their marriage was, is broken. They have gone through things I don't know about, for she is a new friend and I don't know their story.
And I don't need to know, really...all I need to know is that they need my prayer for this time and I will be there for her in prayer.
I thought to myself this morning- really, every marriage is broken. How can I say such a difficult statement?
Well, who spends more time with a spouse...than the other spouse? You live together, you sleep together, you share a bathroom... Two flawed sinful people who are selfish...married.
Flawed? Sinful? Yes. We all are. And we are all selfish. If we took a microscope, a powerful microscope and held it to ourselves, we would see that we don't love our spouses the way God does, the way God wants us to.
If you don't believe me, spend some time in the Word of God- James alone is a great book that exposes our hearts. But it's all over the place.
We are unable-physically, emotionally incapable of doing it alone.
And so it points us to THE source of everything we NEED. Jesus.
And so every marriage is broken...b/c we aren't Jesus. We aren't perfect and we break those promises all the time
"Do you promise to love, for better or worse, in sickness and health, for rich or for poor..." yadda yadda....you know the tune...
We can't keep those promises...we THINK we do, but if you really examined yourself closely to the standard of excellence...which is the standard of perfection...you'd see we all fall short.
We all have broken marriages and we all need healing.
And so I pray that whoever reads this- that their marriage gets a spiritual "nudge"- maybe "lift" of tender joy from the only One that can give it purely.
Oh Perfect Healer, mend our marriages- thank you for helping us see how broken we are...because that is the arrow we need to point us in the direction to come to You. Help us to love one another the way You love us.
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It sometimes is easier to be married...in bed.
Think about it, in our moment of intimacy, do we hurl accusations at each other? Are words misinterpreted? No, sweet, sweet loving takes place. Not just sexually.
Every person has that moment where we miss the mark in loving our spouse...outside the sheets- speaking here.
We get angry, we misinterpret what the other has said. We get hurt.
That's really the bottom line, isn't it?
We get hurt.
And the finger pointing blame game makes it worse. Does it really matter? Someone is hurting. Period. A relationship has been wounded.
So how do we avoid missing the mark? Well, I think it starts by knowing the truth. We will miss the mark. Our spouse will miss the mark. We can never be perfect, we can never love our spouse the way God does. And our spouse will never love us the way God does. But if we fix our eyes on Jesus and his steadfast love for us, perhaps we will miss the mark LESS. And so will our spouse.
And in fixing our eyes on Jesus, perhaps we can connect in different areas... on levels that have the same intimacy as our bodies do when marriage is celebrated sexually... What would our marriage look like?
So let us love well...outside the sheets as well.
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Watch your thoughts, they become words Watch your words, they become actions Watch your actions, they become habits Watch your habits, they become character Watch your character because it becomes your destiny
These are words I am going to embrace...and taking control of my actions means to slow down and let God help me think first.
I'll be a better wife, I'll be a better mom, I'll be a better daughter, I'll be a better follower and servant to My King if I can breathe in the Holy Spirit and breathe out my stress and frustrations. |
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Do you remember the story of Mary and Martha in the Bible? (Luke 10:38-42)
I have what I call "Martha Moments." I had one just the other day.
It's where I forget the important things and get distracted. On this particular day I was distracted by household duties, although it doesn't always have to be the case. Here's the play by play:
We were all in the basement. I look around and see toys scattered...everywhere. The kids and Jeff were playing foosball and having a great time. I cleaned, they played. I cleaned, they played. No one asked to help - they ignored me as I was bending over and laboriously picking up the pieces after what seemed a post tornado setting. Then they asked me to join and play. It irritated me to the point where I had had it. "You know, none of you have offered to help, I'm doing all the cleaning, and that's pretty rude."
Now, I can guarantee you that if I did stop and drop everything to play, the cleaning would not have been done. We, as a family, tend to be slobs. We move on to the next fun thing and rarely stop to clean, and it is so frustrating for me.
However, my frustration got the best of me, which it did Martha. I should have made a deal- discuss with them that I was frustrated, agree to play with my family asking that they help me clean after 5-10 minutes of play.
Instead, I scolded them. All of them. Did the room get clean? Yep. Did my family then help? Yep. Did I ever play foosball with them? Nope. There's the Mary part I missed.
Does that mean drop your priorities to having a clean house? Forget cleaning and have fun fun fun? Absolutely not. I don't think the Lord wants us to be slobs, I really don't. I think He would like us to be responsible and pick up after ourselves, and I believe He wants me to teach this to my children. However, in those moments, those valuable moments that need to be embraced, the house, the car, the work, the ...whatever can wait a minute while we choose the better part. And then we can get back to the house, the car, the work, the...whatever later. There is time for quality fun and there is time for cleaning. We glorify God in our cleaning as well, let's not underestimate the value of that as well. We absolutely should take care of the things He gives us. We need to be responsible with our time given so that we can have a healthy balance.
Now as they went on their way, he entered a certain village, where a woman named Martha welcomed him into her home. She had a sister named Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet and listened to what he was saying. But Martha was distracted by her many tasks; so she came to him and asked, "Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to do all the work by myself? Tell her then to help me." But the Lord answered her, "Martha, Martha, you are worried and distracted by many things; there is need of only one thing. Mary has chosen the better part, which will not be taken away from her" (Luke 10:38-42). |
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I think many times we overestimate ourselves and our ability to see the "darkness" that could pull us in. Temptation, the silent deadly predator- the tool of the Devil, sits and waits...on the prowl.
And many of us think of the "really bad stuff" when we think temptation. We tend to think sex, drugs, alcohol, malicious greed, etc. But do we ever think about the temptation of "self?" We, as human beings are selfish, proud, jealous, unsatisfied creatures. If you don't think you are, you are fooling only yourself.
We took the kids to see Narnia- The Dawn Treader tonight. Great movie. I was disappointed that it didn't follow the book more, but nonetheless a great movie. The mist attacks the Dawn Treader, the Narnian ship. It preys on the characters and their fears and feelings. Lucy doesn't feel good enough, not pretty enough. Edmond doesn't feel enough like a man and they fall prey to the darkness. Then they recognize it, snap out of it and in the end are victorious.
But as I watched the movie, I kept thinking about how we can look back at a situation, sometimes, and recognize the darkness that was in it. How perhaps I was a little angry at a- something out of my control, and b-something so ridiculously small And unfortunately our fall to temptation usually drags someone else into it. And many times, unfortunately, it's someone who deserves it the least...the ones who love us the most.
"So lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil..." Jesus himself taught us to pray these words- not because we may gamble our homes and riches away in a casino, but because Jesus knew the Predator. He faced him in the desert. The Predator that knows our weaknesses, knows our fears and preys on them, ready to pounce like a roaring lion.
So let us lean not on our own understanding...but continue to live life in repentance - to Jesus and to the ones we unfortunately affect along the way. |
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So last night was not one of our most memorable nights as a couple. We were both tired, frustrated, and it made conversation and working on website stuff tough.
Now, we didn't exactly go to bed angry, but I knew we both needed to just stop and get some sleep.
This morning I moved an inch- to say, "I want to talk about last night" and to rehash it in a healthy, sleep refreshed manner. It was healthy and good. And moving that inch was not easy, I just wanted to leave it alone. No need to bring it all back up again.
But I did. And I think through that --we went a mile.
Which is neat, b/c today I am organizing my blogs and placing them in the appropriate categories with Bondware's new blog module.
And I come across some where I speak lovingly of Jeff. And I am reminded of just how important he is to me and why an inch is so very, very important.
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So I am beginning to think sharing a desk is like sharing a bathroom sink.
There are a few differences- paper everywhere vs the tiny hairs, hopefully no foul smells coming from the desk- although, depending on who ate Indian, that can be argued either way.
But honestly, can two people share a desk?
My parents have one sink in their bathroom and they seem to coexist just fine. And they both share a desk and a computer at times.
So how is it that it is so difficult for us to share a desk?
I have a desk in our bedroom, but honestly, we have come to the decision that we need to take our bedroom back. It has become the "upstairs family room" and it has been a long time since it was anything close to a nice sanctuary.
But it will be a learning process- just like we are newlyweds sharing a bathroom. Sharing a desk. This is mine, this is yours.
But it gets trickier. Unlike the bathroom, where you finish what you start- I am constantly interrupted when I am working and set my things aside or leave them to attend to my two children.
And I am a mom first. Period. Almost everything else can wait.
So again, two people sharing a desk. Like two people sharing a bathroom sink. If I could finish what I start and clean up after myself every time, it wouldn't be this hard! |
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You know, a while back at church, we were asked if we were ready to live our lives for Christ.
I felt that Jeff and I had already done that, involving all of us, including our family.
Specifically, I heard Christ ask if I would die for Him. I thought long and hard about that- I have always been afraid of death. I answered yes to that question.
Tonight I feel that I have been asked that again, but in a different way, would I allow Jeff to die for Christ? Not that I had any say in the matter, it's Jeff's life, and ultimately God's plans for Jeff.
But am I willing to trust the Lord and His plans for Jeff?
Am I willing to let go of Jeff for God's plans for me?
Am I willing to trust God enough to be at peace with the idea of my husband dying?
Tough Question!!
Tonight Jeff had to drive a friend to the not-so-friendly side of Nashville, the "projects." But not only that, Jeff had to wait in his car while his friend went into another car trying to get his "lost" cellphone back. It scared me so much. I thought, Lord, I'm not ready to give him up yet!! Please protect him!
And of course, I know fear is not from the Lord, so I then felt bad for being afraid. I know ultimately I'd be okay, in that...God would take care of me, He'd be the great healer- but -
Jeff is my best friend. He's my joy, my laughter, my comfort, my peacekeeper, my calmer-downer when I need one, my thermometer when I don't realize I'm getting so angry, my protector when I just need two strong arms to hold me. He's my alarm clock with a good loving kick/pat when I just can't seem to get up in the morning. He's the "Grillmaster," the "fixer" when I screw up hanging a curtain or whatever it is I messed up. He's my prayer partner, my spiritual cheerleader, my feet warmer when I can't take the chill out of my toes. He's the wardrobe judge when I need one, the ladder-climber when we need one, the computer handy-man, the driver, the lover, the listener, the last-minute-on-the-way-home-milk-buyer and the one I choose to put stickers on my calendar for. He's my nail-biting police, my last-minute-people-coming-over-toilet-scrubber, my reminder"er" my "body-appreciator"...no matter what shape it's in. He's my guy I run to to take the fish off my hook when I can't seem to get the "guts" to do it myself. He's the one I can vent to about the stupid petty things in life or the grandiose political messes. So God, as much as it hurts to say "yes, I give Jeff to you"....please keep him around for a while. And thank you, Lord. Thank you for Jeff. |
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I have seen the \"25 Things About Me\" on Facebook and I think that's pretty cool And I may vary well do that in my \"free time\"... But the book of \"me\" is only open a little bit. And there is so much more to me. So here it is, this is My Story And I feel led to share more:
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Back in high school, I knew the Lord, but I was wading in the shallow baby pool of faith, and then did the flip flop thing in college- go party then to lead youth praise and worship at church.
While in college, I saw my grandmother die and felt the presence of the Lord and the peace that I will never forget, but I still didn't know who I was.
And I think I wanted to surround myself with people who loved the Lord, but there were windows where I still was seeking to find worth, to feel beautiful, and looked for that in the absolute wrong place.
But my past has helped me see with different eyes, and it has helped me understand on a deeper level - the meaning of rescue. The year I graduated from college, God placed a ministry opportunity in my lap and it was the first time I meet friends who would show me what openness and brokenness was, and I met a man who I thought I would marry, he was such a man after God's heart. Although he wasn't \"IT\", it was my beacon that showed me direction and what to wait on.
My first year of teaching, I tried to surround myself with people that loved the Lord, I knew they were out there. And then I met my husband.
My knight in shining armor- human- yes...but the perfect puzzle piece for me. Handpicked by God. And together we have prayed and sought the Lord earnestly and after 9 years of marriage, 2 kids later, I see that marriage is designed to show you how to love the Lord, and God has given me a key, a window into the design of marriage, and it's beautiful.
We have our second Nashville Rescue Mission friend living in our basement. Not the typical \"homeless guy\" but a man who wanted to a second chance, and to do it right...so he went through rehab. And he graduated a year ago, and is living in \"transition\" in our basement since September. And he is without a job right now, so I am waiting patiently (most of the time not so patiently!) for God to move and get this man a job so he can be a \"man\" and eventually get a car, and get his own place, and move forward in this earthly life.
And I am learning on a deeper level what it means to let go of my children and give them to the Lord. Public school kdg, peanut allergy - I am trusting in the Lord and know that he is ultimately in better hands than I could ever supply. God's hands. And He has a plan for my kids, ...and for me.
and He continues to mold and shape me. Rough edges, this stubborn, independent woman who has a faster mouth than brain many times...I at times want to hide b/c my sin is exposed...but those who know me and love me stand on the sidelines of my race, cheering me forward...and some even take my hand when I stumble, and with God's love, I press on towards my prize. So to those who have seen the dumbest, hardest, painful, most embarrassing and shameful parts of me: (and there are many who have seen/experience me in this form) thank you for not judging, and thank you for forgiving me if and when I have caused any pain in your life. And hey, thanks for taking the time to read My Story :) |
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History-
We are studying Sacred Marriage
The chapter we studied last week was on sex and prayer and how they are connected-
how the absence of one affects the other in the individual and how it affects the marriage.
It was interesting to learn about how the absence of sex can inhibit prayer life and minor details in every day life.
Personal Testimony Jeff and I have been doing this for about 4 years now: The Holy Spirit revealed to me that it was so important to make sure I was paying attention to Jeff and helping him resist temptations that the adversary could throw at him.
I read in a book about a woman who started a “Honeymoon Jar.” Every time they “celebrated their marriage,” (sex) they put a dollar in the jar. At the end of every anniversary year, they use that money to celebrate their anniversary dinner. I went a step further, we have a “Honeymoon Jar” but I also have a calendar in our bedroom and I put a sticker on the day we “celebrate our marriage.” It holds me accountable to make sure Jeff is satisfied and focused and is not distracted. T
he “Honeymoon Jar” is not always as full as other years, but the real question is- Are we going to McDonalds or The Palm this year? Haha.
We have seen great things come out of this response to each other with our “Honeymoon Jar”- and so we then came up with the “challenge” to our community group.
So here it is- the J-MIC- the “Johnson Marital Intimacy Challenge”
Challenge
Set aside time 3 nights in that week to have some time for intimacy with your spouse.
This does not mean quickies people (sorry guys)
Time for undivided attention, for kisses, for holding each other, for releasing the sexual tension that can distract men.
Time to talk about your day- while looking into each others eyes… (hint) this is a great time to tell your wife why she is a “10 cow wife”
Here’s the story (we talked about it in group)
http://www.schooleyfiles.com/2006/10/johnny-lingo-and-ten-cow-wife.html
But in this challenge, I am going to add one more thing- I challenge you to take inventory of the blessings you see in your day- even the small things, and at the end of the day, or when you come together at night, share those blessings I think when you take on the mentality of trying to pay attention to the small things, it will be interesting to share those little things with your spouse.
I wonder what you see at the end of this week- what would your daily worship and prayer look like? How has it affected your marriage? How has it affected the way you interact with your children? I know for me and Jeff it will mean turning the TV off, close up the laptops, turn off the playstation, etc. And I think for us personally, it will be refreshing to connect with each other. |
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Here is one of our New Year's Resolutions as a family.
To keep the toilet seat and cover down when not in use.
Ever have one of those nights where you get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom... and you almost jump to the ceiling when your butt hits something extremely cold, you are in shock and then quickly disgusted when you realize the seat was on put down and you sat on the rim?
The rim with all the pee splishes and splashes on it from the males in your family! And it wakes every fiber in your body with disgust and anger!
Did the last male forget to put the seat down after peeing?
UGH! Yep, I HATE that!
And I realized something just the other day. I am not required to put my \"lid\" down. Why do toilet seats even have lids if we aren't going to use them? Perhaps we are the oddballs and everyone else in the world has this down.
But I wonder if I were to secretly walk in someone's bathroom unaware, would I stare into a toilet or at the lid? LET'S USE THE LID, PEOPLE....IT'S WHAT IT'S THERE FOR!! So after A- reminding Jeff, my husband, to put the seat down after using the toilet, and B-having this amazing discovery that there is a use for such a thing as a lid... I said to Jeff, \"I think from now on, let's remember to use the lid. Let's both try to remember to put the seat down.\" This treaty will not only prevent those gut wrenching potty visits, but they will help keep your \"potty area\" looking nice. Now cleaning it...that's another issue. Might want to come to a treaty on that as well. |
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