List of Random Thoughts

January 13th, 2012

random-thoughts
I AM…an intense person.
I WANT…to please God with all my heart.
I HAVE…everything I need.
I KEEP…my word.
I WISH I COULD…help my husband to stop hurting all over and be able to sleep.
I HATE…lies from the enemy.
I FEAR…God and stand in awe of Him.
I HEAR… the laughter of my children.
I DON’T THINK…I’ll ever take up knitting.
I REGRET…all the years I wanted to die.
I LOVE…my husband.
I AM NOT…connecting to my church.
I DANCE…in freedom before the Lord.
I SING…His praises.
I NEVER…want my children to not feel loved.
I RARELY…get angry any more.
I CRY WHEN…I’m convicted of my sin.
I AM NOT ALWAYS…witty.
I HATE THAT…I can’t break even in my business.
I’M CONFUSED ABOUT…nothing.
I NEED…God alone.
I SHOULD…yield to God continuously.

Go ahead and make your own list of random thoughts, and let me know what you came up with. It’s interesting to see what you write instinctively–it might reveal something about you that you didn’t know!

We Don’t Need a Cart

January 13th, 2012

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“We don’t need a cart,” I said to my kids as we walked into the grocery store. “We only need a few things, and we can carry them.”

On the way to the produce section, I saw bread. “Oh, yeah, we’re almost out of bread,” I thought aloud as I handed my daughter two loaves of bread. I walked over to the oranges and placed six oranges into one of those flimsy bags and handed it to one of my sons.

I quickly walked past several aisles, noticing that I could actually read the signs now that I have glasses. I turned the corner and grabbed dishwasher detergent and handed it to another son, along with dish soap.

By then the orange bag had exploded, and two oranges rolled across one aisle. A random woman scowled as she stepped around my oranges, and I told one empty-handed son to pick up the two oranges. I quickly turned around and continued shopping. I handed a large bag of toilet paper to my oldest son, who for some reason started to do a comedy routine, pretending like it was heavy and that he couldn’t see over the top of it. (He could.)

Walking quickly causes my children to “hop to” and follow me, because otherwise they will be left in the dust (and they don’t like being lost.) So they quietly jogged behind me as I walked at a fast clip. Did I say quietly? I meant noisily. And did I say that this was during a school day, where people knew that we were either playing hooky or homeschooling?

I didn’t think about how I was going to carry 6 yogurt containers that my husband wanted, back when I said, “We don’t need a cart.” I stacked them like one tall tower in one hand, using my chin to hold the top of the tower in place. “Oh, wait, we also need eggs,” I said, but all of my children’s hands were full, so I had to use my hand that wasn’t being used to hold the tower of yogurt. Just try checking whether the eggs are cracked with one hand next time you’re at the grocery store, and you’ll understand how it was. And imagine that hand has a crumpled list of groceries in it, a much shorter list than the assortment of items my children and I were now carrying.

“Okay, we’re done!” I said to the kids, walking quickly to the checkout before either the yogurt pillar or precarious eggs fell to a ruinous end.

“Mom, the breads are opening!” yelled my daughter in dismay as she showed me that both bread bags were partially opened, with the clip thing off them. I told her to calm down and follow me. We placed everything on the conveyor belt, and I gently shook the bread back into place and put the clip on it. The cashier looked at me in amazement, since she was trying to fix the other bread bag but couldn’t. I said, “Here,” and I took the bag and shook the bread back into place, replacing the clip. The cashier said nothing as I walked out of the grocery store with my children.

My Prayers Are Stale (Part 4)

January 12th, 2012

prayers-are-stale-4Well, here I’ve felt all this freedom by smashing the huge prayer structure and front-ending the people I promised to pray for every day. In other words, I pray for the missionary family in the Czech Republic that I promised I’d pray for – I pray for them first. You know, and that pastor and his wife that cried when they knew I prayed for them daily. And, of course, there are others. Then I pray for my family, then I open myself up to God in freedom, and the fun begins, because God brings to mind people I haven’t thought of in ages, and I say, “What should I pray for them for?” and God shows me. Deliriously happy I am in the freedom of having smashed the structure, the one that had kept me faithful to pray, the one that had resulted in saved souls and sanctified lives. The structure that was necessary for me not to forget the 200 people I was praying for daily (although, remember, I dumped 100, being led by God to do so.)

But I gasped to see a leak in the new freedom: some people aren’t being prayed for, and the people I was praying for don’t get consistent prayer. Let’s take for example a friend who kept thinking about men. She asked me to pray that she wouldn’t think about men. I prayed against this every day for years until a few days ago. Guess what? This woman had NO PROBLEM with thoughts of men (for a couple of years) until the past few days when I didn’t pray that particular prayer request because of my freedom of prayer.

I feel personally responsible.

Like the time I was praying for a teenaged girl to not sleep with anyone. I prayed every day about it for years except for one day. ONE DAY. The one day I forgot to pray it, she lost her virginity. I bawled. I confessed to my friend (the teenager’s mother) that I had skipped praying for her that one day, and that I was so sorry.

She said, “Susan, your prayers just held off the inevitable.”

I bawled anyway. I bawled for days, feeling responsible. My husband said, “Don’t you think God is in control of what happens, that He can have other people pray, and that it’s not all up to you?” In other words, he was saying that it wasn’t my fault.

I still feel responsible.

I’m not sure if I’m going to keep my newfound prayer freedom, since there’s collateral damage to pay, but I don’t want to go back to the structure. At least not yet. I love the joy that is intermixed with the freedom of being open to the Spirit’s leading during prayer. I just can’t give that up.

All I can say, people, is that prayer is powerful. Please pray. Pray for your family, for the people around you, for anyone God burdens your heart for. Pray for at least ten minutes. I dare you. You owe God that much. You can build from there. You will get chills as you see God answer prayer in people’s lives in a powerful way. I guarantee it.

My Prayers Are Stale (Part 3)

January 9th, 2012

prayers-are-stale-3I decided to write down what it is that I’m saying in my prayers, just so that I can look at them. Maybe God will show me what’s wrong with them.

As I started writing my prayer, I looked at how beautiful it was. Once upon a time I had opened my heart to God and asked Him what to pray for each person. I waited, and God showed me what to pray. I felt so much joy to be praying right in the center of the will of God, and I saw God move. I saw God answer prayer left and right. I am certain of the power of prayer, which is why I’ve made a lifetime commitment to do it, so help me God.

“May I not be ruled by anger but by Your Spirit. Please grant me a servant’s heart, graciousness, maturity, and wisdom.” Stop. This normally takes me less than ten seconds to pray, and I rush over it because I’m tired of it. But has God actually answered? Has my life been transformed – do I see spiritual growth in these areas of my life? And the answer is yes. I wept because God was paying attention even when I wasn’t. I hardly ever get angry any more, not like I used to. I have a deep servant’s heart. I remember one church camp when I said to my mentor, “I don’t want a servant’s heart!” and she just laughed at me. “Of course you want a servant’s heart,” she said.

I suppose I should explain this scenario. I was at a church camp for our family-integrated church, (which means that there is no Sunday School, and that our children sit with us through all the services). No matter how tired the children are, what time of day it is, or even if they can’t possibly understand anything in the sermon, they have to sit there, quiet and still.

I arrived at church camp, and I wasn’t allowed to look forward to the sessions, or it would be sin. Because when my children are tired and cranky (which they always are when sleeping away from home), it’s a full-time job to keep them under control during the services. So I learn nothing, and because of my deep love for God and WANTING so desperately to know Him in a deeper way, I resented my children. I resented them because they kept me from God.

Yet that was sin. You see, I knew in my soul that each service, I was going to clock in work and learn nothing. So when my mentor said how much she looked forward to the sessions at the beginning of church camp, I said, “Please stop it, or you’re going to make me cry. I’m not allowed to love God and look forward to learning about Him. Otherwise I become furious with my children, and that for sure is sin.”

She paused and realized that I was right. She said, “You can get the CD’s.”

“Why am I here? If I’m just going to get the CD’s, why don’t I just walk away and get the CD’s later?”

“Susan, your job right now is to train your children. God wants you to have a servant’s heart.”

“I don’t want a servant’s heart,” I said.

And now we’ve come full circle, because she knew me well enough to know that I want holiness above all else in life, so of course I wanted a servant’s heart, so I threw that phrase into my prayers for myself.

And now, years later, I see that I have a servant’s heart with more than my own children, with everyone around me. So you see, God is answering my prayers, because I meant them once upon a time, and I still mean them, because I want holiness, and I will keep asking forever until I get it.

I can’t list what I pray for other people, because it would be a breach of trust, but I was amazed at how God has answered the vast majority of the prayers that I’ve been praying. My eyes are opened. I feel joy. And I can finally open myself up to God and ask for new prayer requests, because He’s been such a sweetheart, He already answered those others without me noticing. That’s why my prayers were stale. They had expired.