Month: November 2015

One of Those Weeks

Have you ever had one of those weeks where nothing seems to go as you want, everything your spouse says and does irritates you, you get bad news about friends and loved ones, your weight skyrockets out of control, and you don’t feel motivated to be productive? When all you want to do is eat, sleep, play computer games, watch TV, and read?

I’m having one of those weeks. And though I could point some fingers of blame, I know who the real culprit is—ME. When I get down like this I know at least two things are responsible for my bad attitude.

  • I have fallen into an undisciplined lifestyle.
  • I have failed to spend quality alone time with the Lord.

I don’t exactly know what set me off, but I suddenly realize that I’m not writing regularly, that I’ve let the diet go, that I’m not spending daily time with the Lord, that I’m not going to bed early enough to get a good night’s rest, that I’m not exercising regularly, or spending regular time in the word. In other words, I’ve allowed myself to become undisciplined in the last week or so. That leads to feeling that my life is out of control. I think that is the reason for these doldrums.  It’s not what anyone else has done to me—but what I’ve done to myself.

And I know exactly what steps to take to get me out of this funk—the first one being to go sit on my back porch for an hour and confess my sin to God, then spend some quality time in fellowship and prayer with Him. Then I need to take control of my life—of the things for which I’m responsible. I need to exercise, eat right, drink water, go to bed at a reasonable hour, keep to my writing schedule, and enjoy some daily quiet time.

You might ask why I’m confessing so publicly to such a bad attitude. It’s because I enjoy my role of being a Titus 2 woman. “Older women likewise are to be reverent in behavior, not slanderers or slaves to much wine. They are to teach what is good, and so train the young women to love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled, pure, working at home, kind, and submissive to their own husbands, that the word of God may not be reviled,” Titus 2:3-5.

In this blog post, it seems I’m teaching the younger women that we all have times when we feel a little down, unmotivated and far from holy. It happens. But there are two bits of advice I feel I should pass along to you about this.

  1. Even though we all do it, and it’s a natural tendency we share, it’s never right to wallow in it. Obviously, I’m the last person to judge others for getting down occasionally—even someone as usually buoyant as I am. So visit the blues if you must, but don’t live in them. Get yourself up, dust yourself off, and start all over again, as the song goes.
  2. As with most problems, this one is caused or worsened by a lack of face-time with God. When you recognize you’re falling into a funk, ask yourself if you’re spending adequate time with your Savior, if you’re singing hymns of praise to Him, if your heart is joyful with the truths you discover daily in His word. If the answer is no (and I suspect it might be), then run to Him. He is the cure for all our ills and the only true source of our hope.

I’ll close with my brother, John’s, favorite verse:

“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope,” Romans 15:13.

Only in Him can we find the hope and motivation and inspiration we need to live pleasing to Him. Only in Him can we remember the joy that keeps us living and loving in such a way that sets us apart from those who have no hope.

 

Posted by Deborah Howard in Counseling, Days of My Life, Grief, Musings and Meditations, 0 comments

Be Not Afraid

Sometimes God brings issues to the forefront of our minds. Then, in case we push them to the back, He brings them to us again.

This week has been like that. A number of events have led me to think long and hard about the persecution and murder of Christians around the world.

In the cocoon this great country provides for us it’s hard to comprehend what great cost our faith has to those far away. We tend to think of the martyrs of the church as long-ago, greater than life figures in history. Yet I hear that never has there been a time when more people are losing their lives for the sake of the gospel than now.

This somber issue was recently brought to mind as our church celebrated Reformation Day last weekend. Not only were we reminded of the sacrifice our forefathers made to bring us the spiritual and biblical freedoms we enjoy today, but we were told about those faced with the ultimatum, “Deny your faith or die.” And they chose to die. And I’m not talking about our forefathers. I’m talking about what is going on right now!

The culmination of the several ways God has brought this issue to mind was when I received an email earlier this week with this link:

http://videos.cbn.com/services/player/bcpid1697316436001?bckey=AQ~~,AAAAqwZdoRk~,5p3D8wQwoZ8oJO3MI2xIgOgYVJVg2DJk&bctid=4567985102001

A courageous, bold German pastor proclaims the truth of scripture in a world that wants to shut him up any way it can. I do not know this brave man personally, but I wish I did. I sent the link to several people because it touched me so deeply.

And I almost wrote, “I guess all we can do is pray for him.” It hit me that I was viewing prayer as a last resort, after helplessly throwing my hands up. No. Prayer should be the first resort, accompanied by faith that it is also the most effective, powerful means we have to meet this or any other need.

I have a sneaking suspicion this man may have a target on him. Some lunatic may find a permanent way to shut him up—but even if that happens, his message will soar to new heights, will impact more people, and will reach who God intends to hear it.

I pray for this man. I pray that God protects him and gives him continued passion and perseverance to stay the course. But if He chooses to bring him home, I pray God equips him with the kind of courage, faith and strength that will enable him to die as bravely as he’s living.

If I could reach out to him, and to the many whose very lives are in jeopardy, I’d want to say to them what God told His people repeatedly in His word—“Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go,” Joshua 1:9.

When it’s our turn to be faithful when it costs us everything, will we stand strong? Will we be counted among those who are privileged to die for faith in our blessed Lord? In our own strength, we would fall. But God’s people do not have to rely on their own abilities. We stand completely dependent on our God to uphold us to the end. As Psalm 63:7-8 beautiful states, “For you have been my help, and in the shadow of your wings I will sing for joy. My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me.” If He’s holding onto us, falling is not possible.

Please join me in prayer for our brothers and sisters who stand for something greater than their lives. They stand for Jesus Christ, our Savior and King. May we bolster them with our prayers as they, and we, continue in Him.

Posted by Deborah Howard in Days of My Life, Musings and Meditations, 0 comments