I hit on this with a previous blog. This is so important. I had a couple hours until we get together with my mom and family to eat out. So I went to the back yard and sat on the tree swing and just thought about all that God has richly blessed us with. A roof, a mattress, air consitioners, great shower, clothes for any occasion, great friends and family, transportation, and so much more, even after the enormous sacrifice to save our souls. I am convinced that I am the richest little girl in the world. I just am. Sure, many people have more stuff but never seem content. Many have much less and are maybe content but struggling. I am content. And with thr Lord, even if I lose everything, I will still have Him and thus contentment. That is what makes me rich. God does. He owns everything good of eternal value. And He so richly pours it out on us. He is a good, good Father and I am so thankful for His rich grace toward me. I do not deserve it but it makes me want to deserve it so much. I am so thankful! 😄 ❤ ❤ ❤
Dissatisfaction is driven by envy and pride. A truly humble person is content. Why? Because they are pathetic and weak and deserve less? No, thr opposite. They are strong and trust in the Lord and have His peace and joy no matter what the circumstances are. They are not looking around for what they can get, they are looking up to their Savior who has given them eternal life and rewards and assurrance. God is a God of hope not stuff. Stuff is from the other guy. Of course stuff can be used for God but He generally builds our faith better by providing unexpectedly. Many missionary families, including mine, can attest to that a hundred times over. God satisfies. You have to accept His beautiful and eternal version of satisfaction, which looks pretty much opposite of the world’s. But amazing how gorgeous and joyful it is!😄❤
Only God can help strengthen us spiritually to the point of contentment in any circumstances or environments. That is a beautiful place for peace and joy to live together. I believe that is the true, deep definition of contentment: peace and joy present when a relationship with God matures. That is my working definition and let me tell you, this is a beautiful place to be.😄❤
Time flies. It used to only fly when you’re having fun but lately, it just flies no matter what. It is like everything is picking up its pace. All except one thing… the stillness of the nature God made when I am out in the country. I have been longing to be out in the country. I have wanted to be still with the Lord amidst His creation, feel His breath on me, just hang out and listen. I have wanted to talk less and liste more. I have wanted to just enjoy His creation, enjoy my kids, enjoy moments and remember them. And I pause. I schedule pauses. I embrace them instead of packing something else in. Ad I noticed that this practice causes me to be much more effective and efficient when doing my may tasks I still have to do. I am a better person. I am at peace, relaxed, joyful and content. I take things in stride as they come instead of forcing things. Inly eternal things matter and being still in God’s creation reminds me of that. Beautiful!😄❤
So, we are all still so grateful that God answered prayer and flicked Hurricane Dorian out to sea instead of bringing it to us as they originally thought and told us. And my gratefulness to God (and our two days off due to said storm prediction God changed) cased me to want to fix up tell hallway to the bathroom kids’ rooms. This hadn’t been loved on since we moved in and I initially painted it. So, I removed the n popcorn from the ceiling and painted it white, painted the trim (door frames and baseboards) white, and am building an art project with my daughter to hang up that will brighten the space and clean it up. And now it is a bright, clean, cheerful hallway rather than a junky, creepy one. And all this was from renewed energy stemming from my gratefulness to God for not giving us another hurricane.
And I realized that gratefulness promotes good stewardship of what God blessed us with. When we are grateful for what God has given us we want to take care of those treasures and blessings. It is a beautiful thing.❤
Being a middle-aged (what an ugly word!) woman, who is a Christian, a doctor, a mother, a wife, a pianist, a singer/songwriter, band leader/manager, an artist and a teacher, among other things, I am qualified to speak of “feminism”. In addition, my mom is a pre-modern feminist. She, like most Pre-Modern feminists, believed a woman had rights, like the right to vote, work, hold office, go to school for any profession, manage money, etc. I think most people who support the dignity of human life believe these rights are intrinsically valuable for all people no matter what gender or heritage. Jesus Christ held every person as equal and our country in law has done so since its infancy, despite the upholding of those rights as more recent an event. But I digress.
This new modern feminism, however, is much different. It has mutated from God-given equality to a prideful sort of superiority that rather disgusts rather than insights respect. It has become a right to kill your own baby in your protected womb, the right to put good men down, the right to get a job before a man does just because of gender and not merit, a rage at anything resembling housewives, even if it is theirchoice, etc. It is unnatural and divisive, a tool of the enemy.
We need to get back to swing the pendulum back to a normalcy, a picture of the value of women in the home to manage and nurture, to carry and raise children as designed, to encourage and support our husbands and parents, to foster love and peace in the home, to work at what we do with care and emphasis on improvement.
We are all responsible for the roles God gave us in His wisdom and love. And we will answer to Him how well we performed them. 😄❤
Now, since my Daddy died two years ago, I have not.been able to help but cry if someone is crying- real life or on tv/movies. It is just a new thing now where I can empathize with people’s heartache. That is honestly new to me since these last two years. I felt the deepest pain of my life and I now feel other people’s pain. Even if I had felt it before I never cried. I can probably count on one hand how many times I cried growing up. Just not a crier before. So it is a new thing when I see other’s heartache.
Now, for me, I do not cry, not since I came out of the sobbing wet depression a year ago. After Daddy died, I cried for a year straight about and was depressed and really selfish. I know I had a family to look after and did so mechanically but wounded my children in the process and am still rebuilding that. But selfishly, I was stuck for a year in rich grief. Grief n is normal but letting it take over my life was selfish of me, in my case.
Since I snapped out of the depression with God’s help, I have worked hard on rebuilding (God’s specialty) and have only cried since then when I have seen someone cry, but not for me, just for them and their sake and pain, to help. I get it. I understand their pain. I lived it.
I believe sometimes for other people, you can help them more.by crying with them than any amount of advice or well wishes. But as far as we go, we focus on the wrong thing personally when crying. God comforts those who mourn but also rewards those who obey. Now hear me in love… Awfully hard to serve God and others when constantly thinking of what we lost. We do better at our eternal work when we are grateful for what we have left. Re-read that and you will be glad you did. Prayer and pleasing God in obedience is the option. 😄❤