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Am I Growing In Love?

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Yesterday, I listened to a talk on these verses in 1 Corinthians 13: Love suffers long and is kind: love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

What a lovely image of what love is!  It’s easy to read along these lines and nod in agreement that, yes, this is what love is, but it doesn’t go further than that.  The talk was a challenge that the sign of our change and growth as Christians came in how well we were loving others.  And the longer the talk went on the more I started to squirm in my seat as my heart was convicted.  As I asked myself truthfully how I was doing in this area, the resounding answer was not very well at all.  In fact, I have become extremely stagnant in this area.

The speaker talked about how love covers a multitude of wrongdoings.  He used the example of an oyster who upon getting a grain of sand inside their shell, weeps an emolient over it.  The sand hurts; it aggravates; it irritates, but the oyster weeps an emolient over it giving it a covering and the end result is something precious and valuable.  in the same way we are to cover others’ faults and failings with love because love changes all.

It’s so easy to grumble and complain and pick at people’s faults.  We live in a selfish, me first, society, where if someone does us wrong we take care of ourself first; we judge others by our standards instead of seeing them as Christ sees them.

So, how am I doing?

Long suffering: I am so short tempered and snappy.  I have no patience whatsoever.

Kind: hmmm, erm, I find it much easier to spew unkind words and without from doing kind deeds.  It is my natural bent.

Does not envy: I envy a lot.  I envy other people’s success, their career maybe, their domestic skills, their crafting skills, the list is endless of what I envy.

Does not parade itself:  Fail again

Is not puffed up:  Yeah, I like to boast and be proud and conceited sometimes, ok a lot of the time.

Does not behave rudely:  oh boy, this is an area where I need a LOT of work.  Again it comes so much more easily to me to be rude to other’s to ensure my own needs are looked after than it does to be gracious and kind.

Does not seek its own:  Well, I think it’s pretty clear that I can be quite selfish.

Is not provoked:  I am too easily provoked and I fly off the handle far too often.

Thinks no evil:  I judge, I huff and puff about people, I resent, I hold on to wrong doings done against me

Does not rejoice in iniquity: Ok, so I don’t rejoice with evil acts in this world like murder etc, but when something bad befalls someone I don’t like very much it’s easy for that little voice in my head to think yeah, well, they had that coming or they got what they deserved.

rejoices with the truth:  Truth and honesty are big things for me, so by the grace of God I do rejoice in truth.

Bears all things: DO I always protect?  Yes, myself, but I am not so good at doing the same for others.

believes all things:  Do I trust?  No, experience has taught me to be suspicious, so this is a major area for me

Hopes all things: I rarely hope.  I currently prefer wallowing in despair that nothing will change etc so why bother.

Endures all things:  For me it is far easier to give up and quit than to keep at it.

 

Wow, that’s me; a horrible person when I really start delving into my true heart.  I want to love this way.  I want to be characterised by 1 Corinthians 13: 4-8, but I can’t on my own.  I may succeed for a few days…probably more like a few hours, but in my own strength this would be exhausting to do.  To change myself into this, I need time everyday in the presence of Jesus.  I need to spend time in prayer and reading the Bible to allow him to transform me with His love flowing through me.  Only then can I even have  a hope of loving others like this in His strength.  So the first big change for me is setting more time aside in my day to spend in prayer and study.

The speaker in his talk told us of these words that someone (I don’t know who) has written:

 

Joy is love enjoying

Peace is love resting

Patience is love waiting

Kindness is love reacting

Goodness is love choosing

Faithfulness is love keeping its word

Gentleness is love empathising

Self-control is love resisting

Lord, help me to love like this. Amen.  I think I may do something with these words so that they can grace the walls of our home and be a daily reminder.

 

Be with Jesus

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Where Is My Dependence?

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So, in a few days my husband starts a new job.  It’s a wonderful opportunity for him to develop the skills he wants to develop and as well as that it comes with a better salary.  This salary will be very useful for us in paying off the debts we have incurred.  There is also an option to get a company car or take monthly car payments instead of the car.  My husband opted for the car payments as this gives us even more free income to put towards debt clearance.  Great!  Life is lookin pretty rosy and we’re settling down for a comfortable ride, when a little lesson comes along…

Over a year ago one of our cars broke down pretty badly when the whole clutch had to be replaced.  It cost £700 to put it right. All has been fine with it since, but my husband now drives that car as I have no confidence in it seeing as the whole clutch problem started when I used to drive it while pregnant….quite scary to say the least!  Last night Mr P said he was stuck in some traffic so would be later than usual. I got another call when I was expecting him to be home and thought oh he must’ve hit some more traffic. Traffic would have been fine really, but,no, the car had broken down again with a clutch problem and he was sat in the car only a mile from home.  So near yet so far!  He had to call the breakdown service we are with and then wait for them to come.  While waiting he had a look at the car and in doing so ripped his suit.  So now, we have a car bill and a new suit to pay for.  It’s frustrating and I found myself thinking last night, “God, this isn’t fair, why would you allow this to happen?”  Just as quickly the answer came..”to remind you that  you need to depend on Me, not a new job, or more money.”  See, the job is a gift from God, the extra money is also a gift.  They are not permanent; they are not guaranteed forever; we cannot put our trust in them for we do not know how long we shall have them.  We cannot make grand plans for the money and assume they will happen, because life happens and things come up.  It’s not a nice lesson to learn, but it is necessary; we had drifted into that zone of relying on ourselves again as life was running smoothly and forgetting to count our blessings and be thankful for the great gifts we have been blessed with.

Toothpaste

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Many years ago in my Bible Studies class at school our teacher split us into pairs and gave us all a tube of toothpaste.  The task? To squeeze out the entire contents of the tube and then to get all that toothpaste back into the tube.  The conclusion?  It was impossible to get it all back in and extremely messy.  He used this hands on task as an analogy of the words we speak.  Often our words come out before we’ve taken time to think.  They’re harsh, hurtful, and can leave a bit of a mess.  Just like the toothpaste can’t be put back in the tube, so we can’t take our words back once spoken.  An apology can clear up some of the damage, but it’s still not a pretty sight.  I was reminded of this lesson at the weekend when once again I fell short of speaking words that were uplifting, gentle and kind.  It bothers me when people try to dictate to me how I should raise my daughter or think they know best what we need to be buying for her (the power of advertising is a wonderful thing!), and, on this particular occasion, I lost my patience and my cool.  I spoke words that were unkind and sharp and disrespectful.  It’s been messy ever since as I deal with the aftermath of regret and guilt in my heart.  And suddenly I was taken back about 13 or 14 years to that lesson and the toothpaste.  From here on out, I will try and keep that in my mind as a reminder to keep my words soft and friendly…life is much more pleasant that way!  May we all remember the analogy every day as we pick up the toothpaste to clean our teeth….nasty words cannot be taken back, and we’d all rather hear kindness than rudeness.  Let’s go bless someone’s life today with kindness and love from our mouths.

Unexpected Visitor

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Last night, we had a very unexpected visitor to our home.  One of my dogs was barking incessantly in the garden.  This is not unusual, so I went out to tell her to be quiet, but I found her barking at a hedge near the bottom of the garden in such a way that I knew there was something in there she wasn’t quite sure of but that she wanted me to see.  Down I went with baby to find the cause of all the commotion.  I saw nothing, nothing but a grey something that could possibly be a football come over from the neighbours’ kids.  Again, that is quite a regular occurrence, and I thought she had just scared herself by seeing the ball in the hedge.  So I laughed, told her to be quiet and walked off.  She continued to bark, and then I turned around to find her pulling a pigeon out from the hedge.  I assumed it was dead at first, and my dog, being a Flat Coat is quite partial to finding a dead bird or two, though she usually doesn’t bark and go crazy.  I thought I knew the drill, she’d hold it expecting me to chase after her like she normally does upon finding a dead bird.  But, wait, she’s carrying it up the garden and setting it down and looking at me expectantly waiting for me to come join her.  So I trek back down the garden and she backs off from the bird, not her usual game.  I take a closer look and find the bird is alive but looks like a cat has tried to attack it.  I take baby inside and ask my husband to come down and put the dogs in their bed as I felt the poor pigeon had had enough commotion.  I got an old towel and gently draped it over the bird and scooped it up.  It was still alive, but quite frightened.  My husband found a box and we punched loads of air holes in it and lined it with newspaper put a dish of water in and some bird seed.  I carefully placed the bird in the box, we set the box somewhere quiet and called the RSPCA.  They had told us they would be out soon to fetch the bird.  Two hours later, we had heard nothing, so we called again, and someone called us back to say they were very sorry, but it would now have to wait til the morning, but we had done all the right things and the pigeon would be fine like that til they got there.

I checked on the pigeon twice before going to bed and it had moved a bit and on the last occasion it seemed more relaxed and its breathing had steadied.  This morning, my husband went to check on it, and, sadly, it had passed away.  We weren’t able to keep the bird alive, but we were able to create a safe haven for it to pass away in without the risk of further attack from any animals in such vulnerable state.  It got me thinking of a verse in the Bible in Matthew 10:29-31, where we are told that God cares for each and every bird.  He ensures they have food, He knows when one dies and He cares.  But oh, how much more He cares for us!  And just liked I provided the bird with a safe haven, a shelter in its time of need, so God does the same for me.  When life wounds me in some way, which it does, He is there to gently swoop me up, and He holds me in His arms, a safe haven against the storms of life, He comforts me and nurtures me and gives me the time and space to recover from whatever trial came my way, the same way I comfort and care for my daughter.  How awesome a God we have.

His Eye Is On The Sparrow

Why should I feel discouraged, why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart be lonely, and long for heaven and home,
When Jesus is my portion? My constant friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.
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I sing because I’m happy,
I sing because I’m free,
For His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.

“Let not your heart be troubled,” His tender word I hear,
And resting on His goodness, I lose my doubts and fears;
Though by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

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Whenever I am tempted, whenever clouds arise,
When songs give place to sighing, when hope within me dies,
I draw the closer to Him, from care He sets me free;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me;
His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me.

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Teaching A Child To Love Who They Are

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I was reading over at Nurshable this morning and came across this fabulous post which I had to share.  It is definitely a must read!  Oh, how we  forget as adults the little eyes and ears that are watching our every move and taking in our every word.  How we forget that every negative comment we dish out to ourselves is being internalised by this clean slate who in turn starts to magnify the “negative” he or she sees.  We need to be careful; careful to ensure we build each other up and not tear each other down.  We need to be careful with the comments we dish out to children as well such as, “wow, what big feet you have” or “aren’t you tall/small for your age?” or “isn’t she a big baby?”.  They may seem harmless words as you spout them off, but it might just be enough to make someone dislike themselves.  There are parts of me that I dislike for the simple fact that people have pointed them out to me, like my big feet for instance.  I have a nephew who is really conscious about his height because he’s the smallest in his class and hates people talking about his height.  I dislike it when people stare at my baby and say, “wow, she’s a big girl!!”  By whose standards are we measuring the length of feet, or the height or weight of a child?  In God’s eyes, my feet aren’t big; they are exactly how He wanted them to be for the purpose He placed on my life, same with my nephew’s height, same with my daughter’s size, same with each of us.  We are how we are, because He has deemed it to be so, and He sees each of us as beautiful.  Don’t measure your beauty by man’s warped standards, because will all be doomed to a life of never measuring up.  Look to the one true mirror and see that we have been made in the likeness of God; beautifully hand crafted, each and every one of us.  Let’s start to magnify all the great stuff about ourselves, because it’s there, and let’s start to have a healthy, positive attitude towards ourselves and others.  Nurshable’s post also reminded me of the great Casting Crowns song, Slow Fade.  Remember, all around us are little eyes and ears who are hanging on our every word and action as an example of how they ought to be as they grow up, and little feet who will follow in our footsteps.  Let’s be sure those footsteps are leading to positive behaviours, thoughts, actions etc.

Be careful little eyes what you see
It’s the second glance that ties your hands as darkness pulls the strings
Be careful little feet where you go
For it’s the little feet behind you that are sure to follow

It’s a slow fade when you give yourself away
It’s a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid
When you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day
It’s a slow fade, it’s a slow fade

Be careful little ears what you hear
When flattery leads to compromise, the end is always near
Be careful little lips what you say
For empty words and promises lead broken hearts astray

It’s a slow fade when you give yourself away
It’s a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid
When you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day

The journey from your mind to your hands
Is shorter than you’re thinking
Be careful if you think you stand
You just might be sinking

It’s a slow fade when you give yourself away
It’s a slow fade when black and white have turned to gray
Thoughts invade, choices are made, a price will be paid
When you give yourself away
People never crumble in a day
Daddies never crumble in a day
Families never crumble in a day

Oh be careful little eyes what see
Oh be careful little eyes what you see
For the Father up above is looking down in love
Oh be careful little eyes what you see

When Life Disappoints

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Before becoming pregnant, I signed up to do a Diploma in Reflexology.  I had seen great improvements in my health regarding my endometriosis etc and as my parents suffer from many health issues, I wanted a way to help alleviate some of their pain with the possibility of setting up my own clinic in the future.  After joining, I then discovered that I was pregnant and as the Hyperemesis got progressively worse, by December I had to step out of the course.  I had done all the coursework up to this point and lots of practicals as well.  I discussed the situation with my tutor and left with the promises that all the work I had done already would still count, and I could just rejoin the course in December where I left off, and that I wouldn’t have to pay a penny more than the fees for the year 2011-2012.

Since leaving, he has decided to switch awarding bodies, as the body he was with are no longer awarding to the same level.  This was fine as in February he still told me that my work done already would count and he was still upholding the agreement that I wouldn’t have to pay any more money despite having to be registered with a new awarding body.  I emailed him about coursework in June and disappointment one came: he replied to say not to do anymore coursework as some of it would count, but some of it wouldn’t, and that I would have to pay another fee to be registered with the new awarding body.  I then saw there were 5 extra lessons and so started to think, well how am I going to just “slot back in” in December where I left off?  My husband and I were in the middle of deciding what to do about the whole situation, and today I got another email stating that I’d have to attend ALL classes again, redo ALL course work and pay this fee.

Now, I was struggling with the fact that I would have to leave my baby girl for a whole day every 3 weeks come December, but from September would just break my heart.  This is why I asked and reasked if I would be able to just come back at the point where I had to stop.    I also don’t know how I would find the time to do all the course work again, as it took me forever when I didn’t have a child to care for 24/7 and could devote whole days to doing it.  So, we are left with a situation where I feel I can no longer continue on with my training and now need to try and get money back for his breeching the contract he made with me 😦  I hate confrontation, and I know that ultimately I stand to lose a lot of money….money that we could do with having back right now!

Disappointed? Yes

Upset? Yes

Annoyed? Very

But I know that even in all this God has something good for me.  If I can’t continue on and have to drop out and if I lose all the money I have paid, there will be a reason even if I don’t know why this side of eternity, and God only shuts doors when He has something better He wants to give.  We just have to be patient and be still instead of trying to batter down the closed door.  So, I will take my upset and disappointment to Him and leave it there and await His answer to all this trusting that He has something great in store for me, and he has plans to prosper me and not to hurt me (Jeremiah 20:11).

How do you cope with life’s disappointments?

Learning to Love Self

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So, I’m the kinda girl who hates leaving the house without make up on her face.  I’m the kinda girl who made sure her toe nails were painted ready for labour and that on the actual day wanted to do her face and her hair so she’d look half decent in the photos.  I’m the kinda girlw ho asks people to keep my head out of photos if it happens to be a day when I’ve not bothered putting make up on as I’m not going out.  I don’t want people seeing the uneven skin tone that I see or the scars on my face from when I was troubled with acne.  I want people to see someone beautiful.  Since having my baby girl, I’ve had a lot of time to think about lessons I’d like her to learn in life, and God really spoke to me about this area of my life and how heavily I depend on makeup for people’s approval.  This isn’t a trait I want to pass on to my daughter.  I don’t want her to feel that beauty is only superficial and that natural God given beauty isn’t enough so it must be covered up.  These are thoughts I want her to live by:

1 Peter 3:3-4- Do not let your adorning be external—the braiding of hair and the putting on of gold jewelry, or the clothing you wear— but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God’s sight is very precious.

 

“For Attractive lips, speak words of kindness.  For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.  For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.  For beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a day.  For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.  People, more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed. Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms.  As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself and the other for helping others.”  ―    Sam Levenson

I want my daughter to spend her time not chasing after superficial beauty, but cultivating a beautiful character, one of grace and gentleness, compassion and understanding.  You can have all the outward beauty in the world, but if there’s nothing to match it on the inside, it doesn’t count for a lot, and it won’t get you far in life unless you enjoy the superficial.

It’s taken many years for me to get to this point where I feel free from the prison of make up if you will.  I guess God started this change in me when a hair cut went wrong just before my daughter’s birth, and I felt stripped of something I had relied on to make me pretty, and something prompted me for the last few weeks to just try going with no make up.  My skin felt so much lighter instead of feeling weighed down and no longer did I have the feeling like it was melting underneath the foundation in hot weather.  I didn’t have to worry about it getting on my clothes etc etc.  Now, I’m not saying never wear make up or that I won’t ever wear it, I just want to teach my little girl that it’s her inner soul that will make her beautiful all the way to the outside, and it’s far better to eat healthily to keep the outer skin looking its best than trying to cover it up.