Mother’s Day is approaching again and I know you are deciding how much to acknowledge it during your service. I understand the sentiment. You know how much our moms mean to us, so you know when we have mother wounds, they run deep. There are those who lost a mother, are facing infertility, miscarriages, failed adoptions, or bad relationships with their mothers. The pain can be so strong, you don’t want to bring it into your service.
Humility is a correct understanding of where we stand in relation to God.
It does not mean we are supposed to live as a door mat. It’s walking confidently in who God is and who he made us to be. He is always on the throne and we are a part of his kingdom.
Let’s quit it with the compliment-ducking, shame-inducing, condemning idea that to have humility means we must always think poorly of ourselves.
Here are a few things I know:
God has given me value.
I am not God but I am a child of God and made in his image.
I am only human but I am a temple of the Holy Spirit.
I am broken but redeemed-
dead in my sin but alive in Christ.
I am often mistaken but never a mistake.
False humility is really pride in disguise. Throw it away. True humility will never result in condemnation and shame but will always end in a thankful heart and the worship of God.
“Mommy, can we go to the store and buy food for people who don’t have a home?”
I was taken aback by my daughter’s request as we pulled out of her preschool parking lot. “Of course. Let’s do it now,” I said, because I knew that if we did our normal, the beautiful idea may get lost in the rhythm of the day.
So we drove to Kroger and did the holy work of choosing sandwiches and apples and juice and chips. She scanned the items and planned how we would distribute it all.
“Where did you come up with the idea, Ellis?”
“Just in my head,” she said. And I knew the Holy Spirit was doing His work.
So we acted on my four-year old’s courageous kindness and drove around looking for the familiar faces we passed every time we went to Kroger and Walmart and Lowe’s. But it was cold and we spotted only one man, hunkered down on a crate. I rolled down Ellis’ window and she handed him the bag.
We headed north to Harding Place and searched for our treasure at the intersection.
We weren’t disappointed as the stoplights there were a hub for those requesting help in the chilly air. “Do you know where the mobile shelter is set up tonight?” One man asked me as he took the food. Before I could look it up, the light changed and he waved goodbye.
We made it around to each corner and every time she released the bag of food into an outstretched arm, I was in awe of the mysterious beauty of the exchange.
We give from Christ and we give to Christ.
I let it sink in. It’s still sinking in that whatever we do for the “least of these” we do for Him, yet in the giving we are His hands and feet to the world.
“For from him and through him and for him are all things…”
We ate lunch when we arrived home that day, thankful for the sustenance of our meal. I asked Ellis how she was feeling. “Happy.” she said. Then she sat quietly and stared out of the window.
As my daughter stretched her arms out of our minivan that day, they became Christ’s arms reaching to a hurting world: a cross beam reminder that Jesus is at the intersection of loving and being loved, of generosity and need, and of the broken serving the broken.
Did you know that you have a specific purpose for which you were made and you reflect particular aspects of God’s character?
When you start comparing yourself to others, and telling yourself you must be more like so- and-so or do things like so-and-so, you are missing out. God cares about your story because He has chosen your story as a way to display His glory to the world.
Don’t discount who You are or the God who made you. His glory is too important and His love for you is too deep. Even in our weaknesses, He is strong.
Today I’m on the Nashville Moms Blog where I write about my perspective on when you don’t want to be where you are.
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