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22 Feb

Flawless

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I am not perfect. No, a long way from it.

I am vain. If you know me you know that I have always had a bit of an inflated sense of self worth. I’m sure it comes from years of being spoiled and told that I was perfect by my awesome and well meaning family. God knows I’m vain too. In fact, a couple years ago he looked down on me and said “Girl, if you look in that mirror one more time I’m going to fix that vanity”

I didn’t listen and He took my metabolism. :) God loves me anyway. 

I’m selfish. I like things my way, all the time.  You guys don’t know what a saint my husband is. He’s so keenly aware of every single one of my flaws and he has zero problem calling me out on them. He doesn’t sugar coat a thing and he doesn’t hold back. I love him for it. He’s constantly praying for me and helping me be a better person. Sometimes it stings but this man loves me like Jesus does and I’m beyond grateful. God loves me anyway. 

I’m short tempered. I’m not a bad person, but I have a sharp tongue and I don’t always keep it tucked in well. I don’t go full crazy woman but I’ll get a little passive aggressive dig in when I feel wronged. This is mainly directed at telemarketers and customer service reps with the various companies we use. As soon as I get on the phone and someone asks me if my husband is around to verify that I’m allowed to make changes on an account I lose my mind. I set up the account, I pay the bills, my husband literally doesn’t even know who our electricity company is!!! But that’s neither here nor there… this is about my brokenness. God loves me anyway. 

I have a jealous heart. If someone gets something I feel l deserve my first reaction is to pick them apart. Why did they deserve it? They aren’t better than me… God (and my sweet saint of a husband) are quick to remind me that no, they aren’t better than me. God just has something different for me. It wasn’t my blessing. We can’t have all the blessings. I saw a post on Facebook a few weeks ago that spoke to me.

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Jeremiah 29:11 tells us this

11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

He knows my plans. I have to surrender my control, or attempt at control, in my life and wait for what He has for me. That’s hard for me. He knows it and so I wait. Patience is a virtue, and if you’re not good at it God will help you learn. :) God loves me anyway. 

In spite of all these and so many other flaws God loves me.

He loves me anyway. 

I am not better than anyone on this earth. I am no less of a sinner, no more of a saint. I am no more deserving of love or praise. The only difference between myself (or any other Christian) is that I am repentant and forgiven. I know when I mess up, the Holy Spirit convicts me of it and I ask God’s forgiveness. He forgives all my sins. Every time. 

1 John 1:9 (NIV)

If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.

There is no limit to his forgiveness. He forgives us of things that we aren’t able to forgive ourselves for. Yes, even that one thing in your heart that no one knows about. Nothing surprises God. Nothing. You can’t shock Him. And yet, He loves us like children. We are never too far away to come home to Him.

We all remember the story of the Prodigal Son. A wealthy man had two sons. One son stayed home and worked with his father. Obeyed and honored him. The other son left his father and took his inheritance to start his own life away. He squandered it all on every sinful thing you can imagine. He soon found himself living with pigs, scrounging for food among them (have you ever found yourself living among pigs?? I have) He decided to go home and repent to his father and ask to be a slave for him. He didn’t expect to go home and be welcome, he expected to go home and work for his forgiveness.

When he returned he saw the forgiveness that only a father could offer.

Luke 15:20-32 picks up here… 

20 So he got up and went to his father.

“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.

21 “The son said to him, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.’

22 “But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. 23 Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. 24 For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.

25 “Meanwhile, the older son was in the field. When he came near the house, he heard music and dancing. 26 So he called one of the servants and asked him what was going on. 27 ‘Your brother has come,’ he replied, ‘and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has him back safe and sound.’

28 “The older brother became angry and refused to go in. So his father went out and pleaded with him. 29 But he answered his father, ‘Look! All these years I’ve been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. 30 But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!’

31 “‘My son,’ the father said, ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. 32 But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’”

Isn’t that one of the most beautifully promising stories in the Bible? You can’t get far enough away from God that he won’t welcome you back with open arms! He celebrates our return to Him.

God doesn’t care where you’ve been. He forgives what you’ve done. He cleans you up, dusts you off and He loves you. God doesn’t want your money or good deeds. He wants your heart. He wants your trust. He wants your love. He wants your faith.

He wants a willing, repentant heart not a picture perfect appearance. 

Thank you for letting me share my imperfections here with you today. I hope you’ll realize that no matter how far away you are, you aren’t too far for God. One of my favorite songs says it best…

No matter the bumps
No matter the bruises
No matter the scars
Still the truth is
The cross has made
The cross has made you flawless
No matter the hurt
Or how deep the wound is
No matter the pain
Still the truth is
The cross has made
The cross has made you flawless

Flawless. <3

 

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06 Feb

Aren’t you afraid they won’t fit in?

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You know the question I hear the most?

“Aren’t you afraid they won’t fit in?” 

What? Really?? Fit into what exactly? Drugs, alcohol, pregnancy, sexual promiscuity? Do I want them to think that everything is acceptable, regardless of how sinful it is just because they want to do it? Nope.

We live in a society that is broken. We have leaders who celebrate sin, laws that endorse sin, and citizens who are so lost that they don’t even know the difference any longer. Our schools are full of violence, both sexual and physical, and drugs. Our schools desensitize our children to the sinful nature of this world. At a very early age they learn that everything is acceptable. Our liberal school system is cranking out tiny liberal people who are going to continue to live the YOLO lifestyle for generations to come.

Not. My. Kids.

 

I want my kids to stand out.

We raise our kids to stand out, stand up and live for Christ. People assume homeschool families are hyper religious families who are raising little drones who only know how to spout scripture. That’s not the case in most families. Yes, we worship God together, yes, we memorize scripture but we also learn Math, Science, English, Spelling… we read books and we practice multiplication tables. We study this history of this great nation, or at least what it used to be. I show my boys daily how far this country has turned from God. I teach them that our country was founded on Christian morals and I teach them how to continue to live that Christian life in a country who no longer celebrates our Christian heritage.

Do I think I can educate my kids better than the teachers who have been hired to do the job? Of course not. I’m not homeschooling so that my children will be brilliant. I’m more concerned about them getting into Heaven than I am about them getting into college. Life on this earth is fleeting, a blip on the radar. I don’t need my kids to fit into this society so that they can feel accepted while they are here. I want my boys to live a Godly life on this earth, to raise a Godly family and one day spend eternity in the presence of Jesus Christ. That’s our end goal. Not a degree or a plaque on their wall, Not loads of money to spend on material things. Yes, I want them to be successful, I want them to have the things they need in this life, but I know that I have a God in Heaven who will ensure that their needs are met.

The picture I have for my kids is different than what society wants. I want them to grow up serving God and their communities. I want them to love everyone, not just the Godly, I want them to comfort the broken and show Christ to the masses. I want people to recognize that there is something different about them. Something that has nothing to do with their education and everything to do with their relationship with Christ. If my kids grow up to be Godly family men who love Christ and follow after His heart then I’ve done my job. I don’t need a doctor, a lawyer or a president. I need Christ centered people who know their purpose on this earth is far greater than the amount of money in their bank account.

I know that homeschooling isn’t for everyone. It’s an incredibly personal decision that isn’t made lightly. My husband and I are as secure in our decision to homeschool as you are in your decision not to. We have been called to walk this road. It’s not always easy, but it’s worth it.

 

 

 

 

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