One of the few times Christian Girls are actually permited to get excited about … you know … sex!
I’ve known this girlfriend for 3 years now and can hardly believe her day has come! I mean … she’s younger than me! I remember when she was single! All you older folks are like “yes Megan, we know. This stuff happens. And your point was?”
They haven’t kissed for 13 months.
That takes dedication.
When Miss Beautiful walks down the aisle on Saturday and the pastor says “you may now kiss the bride” I will celebrate like no other because I know the sacrifice and dedication. I’ve been there for the tears and the struggle. Her joy is my joy because she’s earned it.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sure I want to be married, but I’ve got a lot to do right now and let’s face it: I’m not the best housekeeper! I am genuinely excited to be apart of her journey as a married woman.
And I am content for when it will be my day.
Until then, I’ll be relaxing with the homemade facials!
Hiding in my room, fearfully avoiding communication that can only lead to gain is NOT the time to stay silent.
I need to make a phone call.
And yet my throat aches.
Aching, contracting, tied up with emotions … I don’t know how else to describe it. It’s almost like when something hurts me emotionally but my body doesn’t know how to release it yet. Like a throat muscle cramp when I need to cry. You know what I mean?
I get it other times too … when I start talking to a guy I’m unsure of and feel the need to run away but don’t know how to. Especially when the unsureness is valid.
Moments of silence. The better ones end with an “excuse me.”
If I feel uncertain at work. Sometimes I get so overwhelmed I get paranoid.
"If I don’t do this exactly right/speak up for the policy/speak up for the employee am I going to get axed?"
The moments of silence unnerve me.
I wish tripping over words was a fun as skipping by a stream. Although in rocky Upstate NY it’s more like climbing. I guess talking is that way too.
Ever feel 5 years old but need to speak like an adult?
Moments of silence … when I need to be asking questions.
And so I pick up the phone and dial before I can overthink myself out of it. I listen to the ring and pray “Oh Dear God Help!” I cycle through my head the heart things I need to find words for …
I get the voicemail.
Monologing! Fantastic! I sit up straight. With confidence I say “Hello, this is Meg Davis …” I update. I thank. I own my mistake. I appreciate. I inform. “Hope you’re having a great weekend and I’ll talk to you soon!”
As “The Armchair of God on Earth,” the Ark of the Covenant was carried with extreme decorum and ceremony for good reason. Anyone who who disrespected, touched, or even looked at it DIED. This happened more than once …
When wandering in the desert, the priests carried it with gold plated poles so as not to lay a finger on it. When the Israelites pitched the tabernacle for the last time, the High Priest entered the Holy of Holies only once a year to make atonement for the sins of the nation … with a rope tied to his foot so if he died they could drag him out and bury his body. Our loving merciful God of the New Testament emphasized His requirements for holiness in the New Testament.
Today, we as Christians carry within us the Holy Presence of God.
Which is the Greater Honor?
Bearing the Ark of the Covenant or bearing the Holy Spirit?
The Holy Spirit. Obviously.
So when someone claiming to be a Christian casually disgraces something God deems Holy - I shudder.
Going back to the Ark of the Covenant, here’s a story from 1 Samuel:
The Ark of the Covenant once made a tour outside of Israel.
The sons of Eli the priest thought a “Holy Gold Box” was a lucky charm for the them not getting their butts kicked as a consequence for living lives of flagrant selfish disdain for the Holy God they were called to serve (idiots!). The country followed their example in not living according to God’s laws.
The Ark got captured in battle and the sons of Eli died.
That’s example Number 1:
Don’t Treat God like a Lucky Rabbit Foot when you’re living Opposite His Plan.
As a battle trophy, the Ark sat below the pagan god in the enemy temple. Not only did the statue of the pagan god fall on its face and crack it’s neck, the men of the city got hemorrhoids. So they sent the ark away to another city and those men got hemorrhoids. So they sent the ark to a third city and all the guys who didn’t get hemorrhoids … you guessed it … died.
That’s example Number 2:
Don’t Put God Underneath Anything. Something’s gonna Break.
So they sent the Ark back to Israel in a cart with some gold to atone for their mishandling. When the Israelites saw the ark coming back to them, they were ecstatic! They stopped their wheat harvest and made an offering to the LORD. Unfortunately, the ark was uncovered so a bunch of them died too.
I could go on but you get my point. God takes holiness seriously.
So when I heard The Fray casually drop the f-Bomb in concert Sunday night, I was rather dismayed.
Yes, I understand the desire to be mainstream and relevant.
But when you feel God has called you out of the "Christian music genre and into a secular market" you have a responsibility to Him and His calling. And I’m pretty sure it doesn’t include setting a bad example
I disrespect God by accident all the time and He hasn’t struck me dead yet. That’s the miracle of His Grace. And when He tells me my sin, my heart hurts for disrespecting Him. I love Him too much to want to do that.
Don’t live life in the gray. White is White, God is Holy and as bearers of the Holy Spirit, we need to live in the Light as He is in the Light.
This post was also inspired by Jessie Busboom’s post which you can read here:
I talked with a couple girlfriends about my last blog and got approximately the same response:
"Your’re so talented/I have no talents."
Both of them meant it.
These beautiful, friendly ladies both think they have ZERO talent!!! What is that! One an amazing restaurant hostess and the other a gifted personal shopper … you’ll never meet friendlier ladies in your life!
So here’s my thought … we need to step away from the arts and rethink about ourselves and our “talent” or perceived lack thereof.
My uncle is into sparse matrices.
Yeah, me too … basically it’s code for the coders and only a handful of guys do what he does. How well does he do it? Well, Google thinks he’s cool. If that doesn’t spell “awesome” then I’d have to explain his math stuff and you don’t want me to do that because I can’t.
Now, completely unrelated to the arts, my uncle does something very very well that helps other people.
How about that for a definition of a talent? Outside the box, right? So what is it that you do?
Think about the stuff you do that helps people that you have fun doing! Cause that’s how you know you have talent! And you DO have talent! So use it beautiful you person you!
Talent? I’m sorry … I am so over talent. Talent comes by the bucket full, I don’t care what your artform is.
Dedication? Now that’s rare. Self-sacrifice? Even rarer.
Mike Weaver of Big Daddy Weave will tell you no one is more surprised at his longevity in the music industry than he is. However when you watch BDW walk off the stage to pray with their audience members in the most unusual concert/worship service/ prayer service you could ever experience … there is no surprise at all!
Contrast that with a girl who’s so into her own feelings she dances for her own satisfaction to the distraction of all observers.
Yeah I’m speaking of myself.
Before I criticize I’d better be honest:
When it comes to “self-expression for the purpose of self-satisfaction” I’m the biggest God-Glory thief I know.
It’s a hard thing to describe in print.
Much like dirty pictures, we all know self-pleasing art when we see it. It screams: “Look at ME! Am I not the most special thing you’ve ever seen/heard/wanted to smack upside the head!?!?!”
So what am I to do when my stomach acid reviles so much “Self-Proclaimed Art?”
Look for the heart.
With heart comes passion, passion begets dedication, dedication multiplies talent.
There is nothing more inspiring than watching someone do something they were created to do. I don’t care if you’re selling shoes, making screws, designing code, fixing commodes … doing something with heart makes it art.
It’s this thing called Excellence.
Sure not everybody is going to appreciate the beauty of your html code in its raw form but some will. That’s what friends are for.
So don’t put art in a box. Don’t put musicians or dancers on a pedestal. And don’t think that your work is any less important. It’s not. Filing those documents exactly the way you were shown will save somebody a big headache down the road. And yeah they might not know it was you who kept the office files so organized. In fact, they probably won’t.
But you will know.
And God will know.
Live life like its one big Art Project for Him and you’ll appreciate beauty in its most unexpected forms.
Because Everyone has talent. The Question is what do we do with it?