Be strong!

Have you ever felt tired and worn out?  I have!  I'm even feeling a bit that way now as I face starting school in just a week with a busy end of this week ahead of me.  (I'm not ready for school to start!)  And yet this morning as I was reading in 2 Timothy, the first verse I read said, "Now then, my son, be strong in the grace that is in Christ Jesus."  There are times I think, how can I be strong?  I'm so weak and tired!  And yet, if I only look at those two words, be strong, then I have missed a big part of the point.

First, Paul says to be strong just after he has told Timothy that everyone in Asia except for one man has deserted him.  So I suppose Paul knows that Timothy, like Paul, will face times when people turn away or desert him.  I've had times when I've felt deserted, too! So Paul is exhorting Timothy to be strong in the face of those difficult times.  And yet to be strong on my own power would be futile.  I'm just not that strong.  (I used to think I was, but the older I get, the more I recognize my own limitations and weaknesses.)  That's where the rest of the verse comes in.  Paul doesn't stop with Be strong.  He continues by saying in the grace that is in Christ Jesus.  I must admit that I got stuck here.

What does it look like to be strong in the grace that is in Christ Jesus?  What does that mean practically?  As I pondered this, I realized that Paul gets it.  He knows that we can't be strong on our own.  It's impossible.  He is telling Timothy (and God is telling all of us) to rely on Christ and the grace we receive from Him.  I've known what grace is because of receiving Christ.  We talk about how grace is a free gift  - something we don't deserve.  It's easy to think of receiving that free gift in reference to our salvation. God saved us not based on our own merit or what we do but on the free gift of Jesus.  But here He is talking about the free gift of God giving us the ability to be strong.  Grace is God's free gift to me, not just in salvation (in saving me from being eternally separated from Him), but also in helping me to be strong in ministry: in being able to live victoriously in my day to day life.

Paul was dying.  Almost everyone in Asia had deserted him.  And here he was telling Timothy to be strong in the grace that is in Christ Jesus.  God is telling us how to be strong:  in the grace that is in Christ Jesus.  What does that look like practically?  What it's not:  it's not trying to do things in my own strength... not just trying harder, gritting my teeth, rolling up my sleeves and just pushing through.  What it is:  relying on God to give me the strength each day to do what He has for me that day.  Instead of worrying about the future and how I'm going to get everything done, I can give Him all those concerns and just do today what He has called me to do today.  It means depending on Him and relying on Him.  It means spending time with Him each day, allowing Him to give me the strength I need.

What does it look like for you to be strong in the grace that is in Christ Jesus?

Hope

So I have been thinking about HOPE recently.  There are days that can be quite discouraging.  I get asked all the time, "how do you manage?" with 5 kids, homeschooling some of them, carpooling and volunteering at the school for the one I'm not homeschooling, and working my job with Cru.  The answer I have sometimes given?  "Not very well."  And it's true.

On my own, I stink at all of my jobs, especially being a mom.  I look at other moms and their kids, and they seem to have it all together.  But then someone will make a comment about how my kids never misbehave or how they are so good.  I smile and think about the time at Beau Jeau's in Colorado when my kids were absolutely losing it while the other family with 5 kids had perfectly behaved "angels."  And then I realize that all those other families whose kids look like they have it all together really don't have it all together.

It's only by God's grace that any of us have part of it together anyway.  And that give me HOPE:

• I am hopeful that God is doing a good work in me in spite of my own selfishness and sinfulness. 
• I am hopeful that God is working in that child who isn't responding the way I had imagined - but instead in whom I see some of my own faults and failures.  
• I am hopeful that God can use a broken vessel like me to further His kingdom.  
• I am hopeful that God's mercies are new every morning.  
• I am hopeful that God can mend broken relationships.  
• I am hopeful that there is more than just this life here on earth.  
• I am hopeful that He is coming back one day.
• I am hopeful that when He does come back, He will make me into a new creation and I will no longer struggle with the same old sins, over and over again.  
• I am hopeful that I will one day see Him face to face.

"For in hope we have been saved, but hope that is seen is not hope; for who hopes for what he already sees? But if we hope for what we do not see, with perseverance we wait eagerly for it." Romans 8:24 - 25 NASB

A Tribute to My Mother

In 2011, I wrote a tribute to my mom and read it to her (along with a tribute to my dad) on Thanksgiving Day.  I wanted to share it with you today for Mother's day:

Natalie and Mama after my mom taught Natalie to make lemon meringue pie - yum!

A Tribute to Jane Nelson given by her daughter, Nancy Nelson Wayland, on Thanksgiving Day 2011

I remember mornings as a young girl how you would be in the kitchen packing our lunches and fixing our breakfast so that we could go to school well prepared. I was pretty picky with my sandwiches, and you always made a special one just for me: leaving out the peanut butter on the PB & J sandwich or not putting Miracle Whip on the sandwich with meat. Betsy, Ginny and I would go off to school secure and happy, with all of our folders and books organized, not realizing how much work and effort you put into making sure we had all that we needed.

You have always been there for me, cheering me on. When I wanted to run cross country and track in high school, you encouraged me and came to all my home meets and even some of my away meets. You would sit in the parking lot next to that little field house by the track at Varina High School and read a book, patiently waiting for me as I gathered my things after each practice. (I never even  thought about the fact that you might have other things to do at 5:30 PM, like cook dinner for an entire family!) When I wanted to swim on the summer swim team, you didn’t just drop me off, you volunteered as a timer at so many swim meets. You were always involved in my life: taking me places, talking to me, cheering me up… I even remember you making the long trip to VA Tech one summer day so I could do my vocal try-out for the group “The New Virginians.”

As I got older, you helped me be prepared for life. I still have the list of meals for lunch and supper and the recipes you gave me for my senior year of college. You got me set up with dishes and other household items I would need for my first apartment in college and then later when I moved out on my own. You also helped me to be prepared for life by teaching me to be organized and punctual. I remember when I was teaching at Chickahominy, another older teacher commented about how organized I was. I laughed in disbelief --- I didn’t feel very organized compared to you or Betsy! Then I realized that you had given that gift of organization to me, and other people could see it, even when I didn’t feel super organized myself.

Perhaps the greatest area in which I have been blessed with you as my mom is in the spiritual heritage you have given me. It wasn’t until I got involved with Cru in college that I began to realize how much I had learned about God from you. I had taken it for granted, believing that kids in all families knew all the Old Testament stories and who Jesus was and that He died on the cross for them. I didn’t realize how much you had been praying for me and also for Sean --- even before you and I had ever met him! I remember one time studying the book of Luke in a Bible study with you, Betsy, and Ginny when we were growing up. I also remember praying at breakfast as a family, putting on the armor of God. All of those “little” things you did that were really so important, I just took for granted.

Mama, you have a tender heart, and I have never, ever doubted how much you love me or others. Thank you, Mama, for being such a wonderful mom. When I was trying to think of what to give you for Mother’s Day this past May, I couldn’t think of anything that you couldn’t buy for yourself. Then God impressed upon me that I could tell you what I think all the time… and that’s how thankful I am for the mom that you are and the mom that you have been for me since October 29, 1970. It took me from May until now to write down my thoughts (how do I summarize in just 1 little page what you mean to me?!?!) So this Thanksgiving of 2011, I thank my God for giving you to me as my mom.

Proverbs 31:10 says, “An excellent wife, who can find? For her worth is far above jewels. The heart of her husband trusts in her and he will have no lack of gain” and verse 28 says, “Her children rise up and bless her…” So I am rising up today to bless you because of the blessing you have been to me.

I love you, Mama. Thank you for loving me and for being my mom!

my mom with Natalie, Samuel, and their cousin in December 2004

What I like about snow...

It snowed again yesterday afternoon and evening.  It may snow again Wednesday night into Thursday.  Around here, everyone is saying, "not again!  Enough snow!"  We actually had some fun when the electricity was out for a few days after the ice storm here last week (until I couldn't get warm the second day - a fire in the fireplace just doesn't keep a log house but so warm.)

eating by lantern and candleglight

a little warmth from the fireplace

Even though I hate the cold, I actually like snow, and here's why:

When I look outside and see the snow or the snow and ice covered trees and ground, I am reminded of God's grace.  He is a beautiful Creator.  But even more than enjoying His creation, I am reminded of His grace towards me.  Just like snow will cover the earth and make it beautiful, Jesus covers my sin and the shame from my sin with His blood.  When He covers my sin, He cleanses me and makes me like Him.

a view of the woods on one side of our house

During the snow and ice this past week, I was studying Psalm 51.  This is a psalm that David wrote after he had been confronted by a prophet regarding his sin. Do you know the story?  David, a man known for having a heart like God, had taken another man's wife and slept with her.  When he learned that she was pregnant, he tried to cover it up by having her husband come home from war.  It didn't work, so he had her husband killed in battle to try to cover up his sin.

Like David, there are times when I feel incredible shame for specific sins (especially when I know that it is sin when I do it!)  I don't want anyone to know about those sins, and I want to keep them covered up.  But God knows all of my sins.  Not only does He know them, but He has provided for me by covering them up Himself with the blood of Jesus.

In Psalm 51:7 David writes, "Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow."    David repented of his sin, and God forgave him!  Yes, there were consequences for his sin, but God forgave him and covered his sin making him as white as snow.  Likewise, there are consequences when I sin; but if I trust in Jesus, I can be released from the guilt and shame of my sin.  God covers them with His blood and clothes me in His righteousness.

Whenever it snows outside, I think of Isaiah 1:18: "Come now, let us reason together, says the LORD: though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall become like wool."  So even though I hate the cold, I like it when it snows because the snow reminds me that God forgives me of all my sins (even those I don't want anyone to know about.)  It reminds me of His grace.