Every year, I struggle with this. Why, on Labor Day, do we forget to pray? Why do we take a day off, and shut off our minds to the value or our work? Why do our sermons ignore that it is “Labor Day”, the day designed to celebrate our work?
Sharing about overcoming hard things at work over at the High Calling today – would love for you to join me and share your thoughts!
I felt the spirit in me yesterday morning in a way that I haven’t felt in a while. Tears fell as I heard about our sister church in Liberia and their need for basic supplies and food as a horrific virus sweeps their country, killing so many. And the Israel situation escalating among God’s chosen people, and ISIS who is killing so many innocent people, and targeting Christians. And, and, and… And then right here, one state away, riots are happening and a community is in upheaval, possibly the nation in upheaval. It all seems a bit too much and I can’t stop praying, “Jesus, I see the persecution, I see the evil, won’t you come. Come Quickly.”
Sometimes, we buy into the lie that we have to have it all together. We worry that if people saw our tears, they would think less of us. We think that the only way we can minister is if we have it all together.
Each day, God sent the people that I was supposed to be “helping” to hold me up. Because they cared for me, they were moved in profound ways. Because they knew such pain in their lives, they got what it was like to feel pain so deep there were no words. And although they hadn’t walked where I was walking, they could identify with me.
The more intimate time we spend with the Holy Spirit, the more fruit that will be produced.
God shows up when we need him most. I know that to be true, and I’ve seen it time and time again. And yet, somehow, I am always in awe when it happens.
I’ve spent a lot of time trying to figure out this “being a Christian” thing, especially at work. As a Human Resources Director, I certainly had to be in compliance with the law. How could I share Jesus with this lost child of the King? How could I be Jesus to him?
I was a mess. Wanting desperately to have a child of my own, but also questioning if it aligned with God’s word. Doubting if this was really being “created” in my womb.
While I had grown up in church my entire life and knew and love Jesus from an early age, I couldn’t help but feel like an outsider in my new surroundings. I didn’t talk the talk, or even know what walking their walk looked like. Simply put, I was a misfit.
You know the moment I’m talking about. The moment when every frustration and worry, along with a dose of anger just spews out. The moment you can’t hold back, and one little thing makes you spew words and appear like a crazy lady. You spew and then you think – oh my goodness, where did that come from and who was that person? My husband can attest I’ve had my fair share, and if we’re honest and can admit it, we’ve all had one! I call it the monster moment.
As I reflect on this tonight, I realize how often my drive has led me in direct disobedience to God. In Moses example it might be natural to think water came from the rock and the people drank = SUCCESS. OR NOT!!!!