Month: February 2015

I am…(also) a mess

A dear friend of mine is suffering intensely right now. When I look at her situation, I so confidently see and believe God is going to work His power just like he did for me. Isn’t it amazing how He gives us faith for others even when we don’t feel it for ourselves? She felt faith for me last year and encouraged me often. And so I, too, tell her things that helped me persevere and built my faith in my suffering. And I truly believe them for her. Because with everything in me, I know that God is faithful. Last week in a quick e-mail she made reference to my strength.

But last week, I didn’t feel so strong. I’ve been struggling to find my footing with our recent transition. Change is very hard for me, and so I’m grasping for any form of control. Things that I thought I had matured out of trying to control, like my husband or washing my hands, seem to have crept back into my life. The truth is, I am a mess most days.

In the middle of this mess, I have a few options. I can become overwhelmed and down and watch 18th/19th century period pieces (I cannot confirm or deny if this is a choice I made on some days last week. After all, it was the week of Valentine’s). Or I can remember who and whose I am. I can remember the Father delights in me, and then begin to relinquish control because I know He is sovereign, good, and wise*. Even while I was still a messy sinner, Christ died for me (Rom. 5:8). The Spirit of God lives in this messy jar of clay and displays His great power in my weakness (Rom. 8:11; 2 Cor. 4:7).

Recently I observed a sister in Christ read Zephaniah 3:17 (NIV) over a brother in Christ:

The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.

It was such a powerful moment to witness the truth of these verses sinking into another’s soul. I, too, want these words to sink deep into my soul, and I sent them to my friend last week, as well. It is true: A Mighty Warrior is with me, delighting in me. Plain old, nothing, messy me.




*Read Trusting God by Jerry Bridges for a study on the Sovereignty, Wisdom, and Love of God.

I am…nothing

A couple of weeks ago we had our first membership class at our new church. At the beginning we were asked to say our names as well as one piece of information about ourselves. It was at the point these directions were given, I started to panic inside. My mind was spinning. What should I say? “Hi, I’m Mindy. I am….” What else could I say about myself that was significant? I don’t work. I don’t have kids. I don’t have any real hobbies right now other than what I cook for dinner. I have no interesting descriptors that are socially appropriate in that context. The truth is, from how I interpreted the question, I am…nothing. Afterward, Chris said I should have told everyone I was a blogger and then with a straight face say I have posted 2 times already. (Oh the banter that takes place in our home; we both think we are so funny sometimes.)

When I stood up to answer, I totally stumbled over my words, really believing I had nothing of importance to say about myself. And to think, I used to have such confidence answering this type of question. I used to welcome it, and I frequently asked it myself in it’s common form: “so, what do you do?” I loved what I did and liked to talk about it with others. I thought it was interesting. I worked hard to get there through my education, and I worked hard at my job. It was a big part of who I was. Much bigger than I even realized. A question like that a year and a half ago wouldn’t have phased me one bit.

I didn’t anticipate the transition from working to not working would be so difficult. Of course, OCD had a huge part in that because it kicked into full gear when I stopped working. Once I had nothing to occupy my time and mind, my propensity to obsess took over and created a deep pit which I fell into. I’ve been crawling out ever since. But my transition to not working also included the typical existential question of “what is my purpose?” Also, my heart is prone to think things like “If I only had a child, I wouldn’t feel this way.” I absolutely know is not true and just a quick Google search of daily struggles written on numerous mommy blogs would render it false. The grass is always greener. If I don’t have contentment today, I won’t have it tomorrow.

If I had a do-over of last Sunday when I botched the “tell me about yourself” question, I’m still not sure I would have a better answer. Judging by the way people commonly answer that question, we expect similar types of responses and I currently cannot offer any of those acceptable descriptors of who I am. But that doesn’t mean I don’t know the real answer to the question; the answer that will satisfy all the fear of man and fear of the future I have. I know who I am. I know whose I am. I just forget that truth sometimes and so I look at who or what others are or who/what I think I should be or who/what I long to be, and I feel jealous, anxious or depressed.

And so, once again, my soul needs to be reminded of who I really am:

  • I am a child of a holy, righteous, living God (Romans 8:16; 1 John 3:1; Isaiah 6:3; Romans 1:17; 1 Timothy 4:10; 1 Peter 1:3)
  • I am forgiven (Ps 103:3; 1 John 1:9; Colossians 2:13)
  • I am loved and cannot be separated from that love (Romans 8:31-39)
  • I am free from working for God’s favor (Galatians 5)
  • I am in union with my savior (Romans 6:5)
  • I am weak, but God works powerfully in that weakness (Romans 8:26; 2 Corinthians 12:9)
  • I am being advocated and prayed for by One who can sympathize with my weakness (Romans 8:26-27; Hebrews 4:14-15)
  • I am sanctified and being made new (Romans 6; Philippians 1:6)
  • I am saved by grace through faith, not my effort (Ephesians 2:8)
  • I am delighted in (Zephaniah 3:17)

All of this truth is possible because I have a savior who once actually did become “nothing,” humbled himself, and took my sin and shame upon himself on the cross (Phil 2: 7-8). And all of who He is and what He did and continues to do is even more than the “I am” descriptors I can come up with. He is I AM and was I AM and always will be I AM. (Ex. 3:14; John 8:58). He truly is all of everything that matters. And when I truly rest in the I AM of Jesus, there isn’t a question or circumstance in the world that can rattle me from that firm foundation. I know who I am. And I know who He is. And so I take my eyes off my once nothing “I am…” and look to the I AM.

I AM…oh how He loves me.

Winter and the hope of spring

It was Groundhog Day this week. Which for me means two things: I watched the movie Groundhog Day and we can mark our calendars for six more weeks of winter.

winter benchMy husband and I just moved back to the midwest where six more weeks of winter could be pretty intense. In an interesting plot twist though, it was actually 60 degrees and fairly sunny the day we pulled into Nebraska in the middle of January. But prior to that unexpected blessing and as we were getting ready to move, I found myself thinking about how crazy we were to move to a place much colder right in the middle of the winter. I started to have fear about not being able to safely drive across the country because of snow storms as well as a low-grade dread about the remainder of a treacherous winter I would most likely experience once in Nebraska. As I found my heart becoming fearful, I was gently reminded by the Lord of the winter past and how God carried me through. And so, I began to ponder the ways of enduring winter and what good it can mean for my soul. Here are a few of those thoughts.

It seems like a general observation from life that most suffering/struggle comes in season, as Ecclesiastes 3:1 (ESV) says “For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.” Experiencing the natural order of the seasons on this earth (Fall, Winter, Spring, Summer) is actually an amazing way we can spiritually reflect on the restoration that God is bringing to earth and in our lives.  In this we find that after the bitterness of winter there is the hope of spring- the promise of new life, restoration, resurrection. Thinking of spring helps me because perseverance through hard times seems a lot more doable when there is a promise of hope, and so I want hold on to the fact that winter is not the final say. It will end, and there will be spring.

spring blossoms

This is a truth we find in salvation, too. If there is no resurrection there would be no gospel. There must be victory over darkness. So, we can endure the winter (literally and metaphorically) with joy because we know it is not the end, and because it will end. As Hebrews 12:2 (ESV) says about Christ, “who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God.”

Romans 5 says, “hope does not put us to shame….” As we live in the tension between the already and the not yet of this life, we have experienced the joy of the resurrection of Christ but we still anticipate the final return of Christ. Even if we don’t have immediate relief from suffering in our life, we know and can trust we will have ultimate relief when Christ returns. If we do not hold on to the hope of heaven we will constantly be disappointed. We must view earth in light of heaven, and we know this world offers nothing that compares to that hope. And so we hold on to hope, believing he is restoring all things in Christ. The winter of life builds hope like nothing else (Romans 5). When we get through it, we look back and see He carried us all the way. We see His amazing steadfast, covenantal love in new ways. We then see the beauty of the spring and we appreciate it all the more, giving glory to God for the new life he created.

For me, the spring and summer is all the more amazing when I have walked through a hard winter. And so right now as I endure this winter, I have the blossoms of spring to look forward to. And when they come, I will look at them with fresh eyes and they will beckon me to give God glory for the work He did in the depths of winter to bring about the new life of spring. And I’m reminded it’s right now that God is making things new. Even now, when I look outside and see snow and look at the weather and see it may get to -12 tonight, He’s doing something.

My 2015 One Word: STRENGTH

strength photo2014, for me, was a year of falling hard, fighting to survive, and then learning to live again. It was a hard fight (one that I still have to battle daily) and in many ways, I’m stronger than I’ve ever been. But in many more ways, I’m weaker than I’ve ever been. And for the first time in my life, I’m okay with that because now more than ever, I believe with all of my heart “The lord is my strength and shield” (Ps 28:7). God’s strength > my weakness. And not only that…his power shows up in my weakness. So that’s how I want to live this year…boasting in my weakness and his power (2 Cor 12:9), living in His strength and joy (Neh 8:10), dressing myself in it and growing in physical strength (Prov 31:17), using it in fellowship with others to understand more of His love (Eph 3:18), and serving Him with it (1 Peter 4:11). Strength: He supplies all of it and He is all of it.

About this blog…

I wish I could say I had some big mission to make an impact in the world. Maybe I used to dream. But sometime during my adult life my childhood dreams met the roadblock of fear, life became normal in many ways, my fear got stronger, and then finally, OCD showed up in full force. When OCD came knocking, I had to fight hard just to survive. I had to learn what normal was again. And now, slowly I’m beginning to think about hopes and dreams again.

This fighting for normality and learning to dream is still happening every day of my life. I think that typically may be how God works- in paradox. Completely delivering us but then continuing to transform us. Doing this in humble meekness, yet with complete power and authority. Completely Sovereign, but also giving us human responsibility. Reconciling perfect justice and limitless mercy at the Cross. And so growing to become comfortable with paradox is the place I find myself in. And I’ve found that sharing my journey continues to help me heal, and so this blog is a part of that. Writing helps me get thoughts out of my head and into the light. And I realize this makes me vulnerable and open to criticism, which is just another fear I’m facing because to become truly free I must risk something.  I must continue to sacrifice my desire for certainty in order to truly live and be okay with the fact that I may write or do something imperfect. (Especially since my ability to retain grammar rules is fair to partly cloudy and my pictures aren’t that great, plus…I have much more to learn). So, I invite you to join me, if you like, on my imperfect journey of learning to live in the tension of paradox.