Galatians 1:10

In my last post, I wrote about my deep seated desire to please others.  Then, at 2 a.m. this morning, I wake up and am compelled to read the Word.  So, I quietly reach for my phone and start reading Galatians.  This verse jumped out at me..  "For do I now persuade men, or God? or do I seek to please men? for if I yet pleased men, I should not be the servant of Christ."

Whew, tough words for a tough time.  At a time when I've been searching about my very purpose as a Christian and grieving the loss of dear brothers and sisters who have left our church, this is revealed to me.  Although it pains my flesh to think about those whom I have grown close to, I cannot give in to that.   I love them dearly and feel their loss as though they have died.  Yet, I am called to a mission of growth and transformation -  a mission of "Bring them in, train them up, and send them out."  That is where I must stay until God tells me otherwise. Now, I have peace.  Good night and Thank You Jesus!

Recognition vs. Love

I am a people pleaser.  I have always wanted to impress people and for people to like me and be proud of me and say nice things about me.  That's just who I am.  It comes from a sense of feeling that my parents were never proud of me so I have always striven to please others.  I am one of those people that get pleasure out the words "thank you," "good job," or "we appreciate you."  It truly blesses me.

However, I have come to know something greater. I have come to know that my works don't impress God and to instead by blessed by his grace and mercy.  I am so blessed that I can serve him - he gives me the ability to do that.  I strive now to do things out of love and not for recognition.  It is simply amazing to me that he loves me - me who constantly disappoints him, me out of all the people in the world, me insignificant me.  He loved me enough to die for me.  So, you see, that love beats all the "thank you's," "atta girl," and all the pats on the back man could ever give me.

And that love, the knowledge of this very special, unmatched, unsurpassed love, is what can get me through anything.  So bring it on world, bring it on Devil, bring it on whoever.  I have victory through Jesus Christ.  He loves me and nothing can separate me from that.

Getting in touch with our food

It seems as if we have lost something with the way we buy everything at the grocery store.  We get grossed out when we see the deer on the back of the 4 wheeler with blood dripping out of it.  We especially get grossed out when we see the pictures of the chickens in the large chicken farms.

Now granted, I always felt the same way.  I didn't really think about food coming from anywhere else except the grocery store while growing up.  No one in my family hunted so I was unfamiliar with all of that.

However, when I married and my husband (both my ex and current) is an avid deer hunter, I got a real quick lesson in the bloody reality of where food comes from.  At first, I was grossed out, then intrigued.  Yes, I had anatomy but seeing deer innards is a little different from the cold gray formaldehyde of science class.  As long as he is careful not to cut the bowels (smell is AWFUL), it is neat to look at the heart, lungs, brain, and other organs of the deer.

There is also something about seeing it that makes me appreciate the hard working folks who farm our lands.  It is a lot of work to keep animals and grow our food. While technology has brought some good advances (better equipment  and not so good advances (cancer causing hormones and genetic research), farming reminds me of a time when God was first, hard work was crucial to survival, and times were a whole lot simpler.  The pleasure of a good harvest, the satisfaction of enjoying fresh bacon from the first season's butcher, and the honesty of it all is something that we have lost touch.