My pride & insecurities during college life (basically)

The nice thing about house-sitting for the summer is that when your Beth Moore study concludes a section on Humbling Ourselves Before God, and Beth tells you to “find a private place to get on your knees before God,” I can get on my knees exactly where I’m at. Because the only other person at home isn’t a person at all but actually a dog. And he’s old, anyways, and like 80% blind.

Have you ever thought about how it’s hard to figure out what water feels like when you’re completely immersed in it? Because you’re so used to the water that it doesn’t really register as feeling like anything at all. But when you get out of the water, and then stick your toe in later, you’ll be able to tell that it feels like something different. Does that make sense?

I’ve been away from college for a month and 17 days, since I graduated on May 4th. Being out of the water for a little while has enabled me to look back on my time at Regent and see some overarching themes.

And it’s humbling. Because, you know me, I love to do ministry stuff, and speak and lead and teach and organize events. But when I was at Regent, I felt like I just couldn’t ever get as much momentum going as I can up here in NoVA. And I finally realized that I think that, to a certain degree, God wanted my time at RU to just be a season of quietly listening and watching. Learning from others. Not necessarily being the one others learn from.

This was a novel idea on multiple levels. One of the most crucial things for me to realize, though, was that this meant–if it was true–that God didn’t necessarily need me to so diligently strive to be a part of ministry during that time of my life.

And the thing about that was it allowed me to identify a big part of my motive to be a part of ministry at RU in the first place. To make myself known. Because when you’re among a big sea of people that don’t know you, you can feel sort of … unknown. And not important at all.

And I know I looked to God at various times for assurance of my value and worth. And I know that God did use me (because he always wants to) to make himself known. But a lot of the time I subtly strove to gain security and self-assurance from others (and all the while trying to look like I didn’t need it from others).

“But if you will not listen, my soul will weep in secret for your pride;

my eyes will weep bitterly and run down with tears,

because the Lord’s flock has been taken captive.”    (jer 13.17)

This desiring to make myself known among the many, to reveal myself and all my obvious coolness, was pride. And just like the Israelites, my pride took me captive. Fear and insecurities cropped up. Ultimately, it cost me an abundance of opportunities to simply and genuinely love on all of my peers.

I hate insecurity. It has the whole “I do not do what I want, but I do the very thing I hate” effect on me (Rom. 7:15). But when I’m in the water, nothing seems this clear cut, and it’s difficult to see where my heart is genuine and where my heart is deceitful. It’s easier to see these things when I’m looking back. And that’s okay, because it teaches me how to better live for God right now. And now that it’s right now, right now is more important than back then.

“Live simply. With great grace, no expectations, and lavish love.”  (ann voskamp)

To the {Feeling Stressed}

And yes this is from the children’s Bible that I keep by my bed and read a story from every night.

The Song of the Shepherd

God is my Shepherd.

And I am his little lamb.

He feeds me.

He guides me.

He looks after me.

I have everything I need.

Inside, my heart is very quiet.

As quiet as lying still in soft green grass

In a meadow

By a little stream.

Even when I walk through

the dark, scary, lonely places

I won’t be afraid

Because my Shepherd knows where I am.

He is here with me

He keeps me safe

He rescues me

He makes me brave

And strong.

He is getting wonderful things ready for me

Especially for me

Everything I ever dreamed of!

He fills my heart so full of happiness

I can’t hold it all inside.

Wherever I go I know

God’s Never Stopping

Never Giving Up

Unbreaking

Always and Forever

Love

Will go, too!

{paraphrase of Ps. 23}

Details of a life of love

If I waited two seconds longer I would have lost the urge to blog.

Wednesday mornings are scones mornings.

Walk to the Ordinary (dining hall), talk to David, watch squirrels hop around from tree to bench. I love squirrels.

David prays long; we say goodbye.

Scone and coffee, climb to the loft, sit and plan.

Spending time with God starts with unloading all the to-dos. I don’t really want to spend time with God. It’s already 8:59, and I want to start on the to-dos. I realize it’s a sense of control, I want to have control over all the to-dos. Know that I’m on top of it all. Know that I don’t have to feel overwhelmed because it’s not overwhelming me.

Spending an hour with God kind of kills this momentum.

But slowly, I realize again it’s on these days I need that time more. When I feel like grabbing close, I have to start giving up. Or else the whole rest of the day would have tumbled out askew.

I am such a task-oriented person. Just give me a task, and get out of my way, and I will get it done. I feel like lots of people struggle with the procrastination thing. I struggle with an all-consuming desire just to complete. I love working on tasks and completing them. I love love completing a task. I am a finish-er.

Read some psalms. Pray through my bookmarks … short prayers over Janelle, Ishael, my Life Group girls, David, my roommate.

Flip to Romans, chapter eight.

Meanwhile, the moment we get tired in the waiting, God’s Spirit is right alongside helping us along. If we don’t know how or what to pray, it doesn’t matter. He does our praying in and for us, making prayer out of our wordless sighs, our aching groans. He knows us far better than we know ourselves, knows our pregnant condition, and keeps us present before God.

That’s why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good. 

Trust God with the end-product, big picture. Trust God with the right-now details. I feel like I don’t even spiritually know how to do this, my flesh is so on auto-pilot to be concerned about the details. And yet, there is still more grace for my inability.

Rest.

Be at peace;

and be so sure that every detail of your life of love for God is worked into something good.