“I never set out to rebel, I am not a rebellious person, I just followed culture and was living in ignorance. Not only does this line of thinking lead down a path to anxiety, stress, and more rebellion, but I got hit in the face with this question, “Who is the point, what is the point here?” In the entire response that I just wrote out the point was me. I was fixing, and deciding, and controlling, and doing…every part of it was self- focused for the sake of outer appearances.”
The point is–it’s on YOU now. You can’t just attend and pretend. You can’t serve and perform for your spot in the Kingdom (not that you really ever could, ya know). The truth is, we are staring ourselves in the face, some of us for the first time in a long time. No more distractions (come on, seriously, get off Netflix). No more excuses (“I’m just too busy” or “I can’t find the time”). No more passing the buck and placing blame–we have to face our current reality and choose to join God in this.
The couch is now a trampoline. I’ve stopped fighting it at this point. Jumping seems to be a requirement for my four year old’s sanity. Our carpet – a cereal bowl. Yep, I find a new Cheerio every 5 minutes. Even after I’ve just vacuumed. Approximately 3.5 million flecks of glitter cover surfaces like an unwanted electric flannel blanket in the sweaty heat of summer. It’s so bad that I keep finding it on my infant’s head. We need Terminix, but for glitter removal…
The lawyer scrambles to catch the falling microphone and one-up Jesus by means of cross-examination. “And who is my neighbor?” Gotcha, Jesus. Winks to the crowd as he kisses his Star of David necklace and points to heaven. Slowly walks into the Galilean sunset.
Not so fast, buckaroo. Jesus responds with another parable, and this one is a doozy…”
“2nd song: Danger Zone, Kenny Loggins (from Top Gun), 1986.
And again, the Lord is with me. I don’t know how to explain it, but I was on fire. I couldn’t be stopped. No one could stop me. Shredding electric guitars were blazing in my head. I’m back. It’s like when Moses had to lift his arms to win the battle. Kenny Loggins was holding up my arms. Thank you, Kenny.”
“And because we don’t know how to do it, we just don’t do it. Shame sneaks in and rather than choosing communion, we choose condemnation. So we quietly go away, hoping no one sees us, to perfect something that we aren’t going to try to do.”
“It was the kindness of the Father that allowed this valley. He starved me from community voices so I could discover His.”
“The seed has to die before the roots can grow deep…”
Weeks like the last few can easily exacerbate ALL of these “hard” times…if you let them.
by Jessie Flowers I like my cozy little corner of the road. I like comfort and quiet. A lot. Throughout my life, I’ve enjoyed being alone. I enjoy eating by myself, going to the movies by myself, cooking by myself, shopping by myself, walking by myself. Thankfully, I like me. Maybe it’s because I grew up in a really rural …