MAY 15th, 2012
Getting and Giving Grapes…
The last seven or eight weeks I have been picking apart Proverbs 31:10-31 with some amazing and fun mommies! We have taken this portion verse by verse, chewed all the meat off the bones and sucked the marrow out.
Last night we focused on verse 16, and two questions were raised. The first , “are we working in profits or deficits?” It is peachy to think Mrs. P.31 has so much extra profits of time, energy, and money to be out planting and picking grapes. How does this apply to me though? First off grapes won’t grow in South Carolina. Second my drive way just doesn’t have the space when our yacht sized, toaster shaped van is parked. That eliminates grape planting and picking for me.
As I think back over the last five years of our time here in South Carolina without a doubt we began our time here bankrupt, in the red and living in the previously mentioned “deficit”. So how does one move from the red to black? How do you make the turn to profits? Let me first clarify, I am in no shape or form smart enough to do this “profitable life” thing right, but I will also say my God is quite clever and so patient with my lack of cleverness that I have actually retained some amazing things from His example.
Stripping us to our foundation He forced us into His arms. He taught us how to be dependent on His strength. Nursing us to health, He began to reveal to us “…without love, I have become a clanging cymbal.” And “…the foolishness of God is wiser than men, and the weakness of God is stronger than men.” Realizing that we had completely emptied our emotional, physical and spiritual bank accounts in our desire to serve Him honorably, we had completely misunderstood His intentions in us using His bank account when paying the cost of His ministry. We discovered He is actually quite rich in love, wisdom, strength and so many other things. Our desires began to change as our hearts began to grasp a little better His unmerited favor, the depth of His love and the strength of His arms. Soon our accounts began to fill. And we are discovering our filling accounts are just merely an added blessing to His never ending generous account we now have better understanding of how to access.
So how do I produce profits? Well I suppose from where I am sitting now… I don’t. But my God surely can!! Learning to live off His profits is one of the most rewarding, terrifying, satisfying experiences in life thus far.
The second question that was raised from Proverb 31:16 was, “so, what do we do with our profits?”
For those like me whose hearts burn passionately for comfort, and selfish gain this pill is a little harder to swallow. The only answer I have thus far is “don’t lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal, but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven…” Very depressing to my flesh which desires to cling, hoard, and control this newly found increasing profits. So now that I have access to His profits, He now wants full access to mine. Not that mine ever started from anything I did or was able to do, yet entitlement sure appears quickly when it requires me taking my grimy hands off of it. Now as we plant our grapes with our increased emotional, physical and spiritual profits, we continue to learn how to depend daily on His strength to give it all back to Him.
MAY 14th, 2012
The most wrote-esque writer…
Last night as I lay in bed, rigorously attempting to submerge myself into deep, renewing, and refreshing sleep the Lord began to put this blog on my heart. As my mind began to fill with sheer, cold sweat terror at the thought of ME writing, I began to recount to the Lord the blue prints He had drafted before I was ushered into my mother’s womb. Somehow in the late fogginess of evening He had obviously misplaced His original plans for my life, which by no stretch of the imagination ever included writing. So now it is morning, and here I sit with my fingers on asdf jkl;.
Writing for me has always been more like squeezing individual grapes to make a pitcher of grape juice. Grammar and punctuation never made it past the classroom door when I was in school. Commas always baffled me. They are sort of like that last clump of food that clings to the serving spoon. The sticky glob needs to be added to the plate (especially when it consists of cheesy goodness). The first attempt to get it there is usually to make a quick snap motion with the spoon. This can send the thick sticky wad splat right where it should be, yet other times the unsightly wad takes flight and makes a mess of everything. Yes the glob must be added, but were it lands is only as good as the snap of the snapper. My snap is terrible.
So now here I am with sloppy comas, grotesque grammar, obnoxious exclamations points, wanting more to be obedient to the coma, grammar, exclamation Maker than the actual coma, grammar, exclamations themselves. Obedience is such an annoying thing when it makes no sense to my overly prideful enlightened brain. Can God really make a writer out of a non-writer? Something out of nothing? An apple out of a fish? Ok, so I actually believe He can. Yet in the midst of my short sighted fogginess, His truth reality is so hard to make out. So today I am scrapping my inability to snap comas well, for whatever His plans for me are. Bear with me as I stretch, strengthen, and at times sloppily force my flesh into obedience to my heavenly Father.
This flat lined, left to molt, blog has now been given a puff of word resuscitation. I am not certain where this will lead me…. or you, but may the Lord receive all the glory, and may my obedience be swift and complete in whatever His plans are for me.
On the flip side of this coin, Jon has written everything thus far on this well put together blog. He is an amazing writer, editor, communicator, and coffee maker. He will for sure continue helping me out with some of my grotesque spelling and grammar errors and even some of the writing here and there. So even though I will be stepping up to the writing plate, he will by no means be stepping down!!!