A Day of Sunshine, Friends & Thunder!

Just in case you're wondering, the activity level of this blog has been pretty indicative of our everyday lives in recent weeks. We continue to wait and pray and wait, have long and wonderful conversations, and wait some more (the kind of waiting that is owed its own post in the near future). However, April is a beloved month around our house since it's the month of birthdays! We have had much fun celebrating both mine and my husband's birthdays, simple and sweet, savoring the time together.

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The big event for my birthday weekend (one that was apparently not really for my birthday, but a citywide event - yeah, I tried) was Thunder Over Louisville on Saturday! Thunder is the huge kickoff to all of the Kentucky Derby festivities that go on between now and the first weekend in May. We hadn't been in a few years (how long have we been in Louisville now? Wow!), and several friends from church hadn't been yet, so we loaded up a group of eight and headed down to the Ohio River for a day of funnel cakes, turkey legs, thrilling airshow, and spectacular fireworks!

Me and my love~

A wonderful time with wonderful friends!

I took three pictures at three different angles and still didn't capture all of the crowd out at Riverfront Park that afternoon!

You haven't experienced a true fireworks show until your spine is vibrating and eyes are watering! We had just as much fun watching our friends experience Thunder for the first time as we did seeing the show again for ourselves. While there are some definite downsides to spending a day surounded by 700,000+ other spectators, the time spent with friends was well worth it.

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I was reminded, as I have been on countless occasions in these recent weeks, of how good the Lord has been to my husband and I during this time. While we are completely clueless as to how much longer we will be here in the 'Ville, we are thankful for the time we have had here, for all of the sweet friends and memories made~

Couch-Buddy & Fuddy-Duddy

A snapped these over the weekend while still playing with the camera on my new phone (which I love!!), and couldn't resist sharing them - Can you tell the couch-buddy from the fuddy-duddy?

Favorite Photo Friday!

Just for the record, I bought mine first!

"Give Me ________ Or I Will Die!"

“Idols aren’t just stone statues. No, idols are the thoughts, desires, longings, and expectations that we worship in the place of the true God. Idols cause us to ignore the true God in search of what we think we need."

(Fitzpatrick, 23)

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One of the highlights of being done with seminary, for me and my husband alike, has been the opportunity to go back and read certain books again. We were extremely fortunate to have some pretty amazing required reading lists, particularly for my counseling courses. However, the inevitable downside of the required reading during seminary was the inability to truly savor the content. I was given some of the most enriching texts I could have asked for, but given the hurried nature of my schedule throughout seminary, I didn't often really reflect on what I was reading. Hence the reason for creating a post-seminary reading list. I found it only appropriate to begin with Idols of the Heart by Elyse Fitzpatrick, a veritable cornerstone for the entire premise of biblical counseling and my heart for such ministry.

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The second chapter in Idols deals very personally with "Rachel's Idols and You." If you aren't familiar with Rachel's story from Genesis 29-30, she was consumed with jealousy and anger over the fact that she wasn't able to have children. Rachel, the beautiful sister, the one whom Jacob considered lovely, could not bear children, while her sister Leah gave him sons and a daughter. So overcome with envy, Rachel cried out to Jacob, "Give me children, or I shall die!" God saw fit to eventually give her children, and yet... after all of her pleading and agonizing, after a deep root of bitterness had grown, such blessing still wasn't enough for her. Why wasn't it enough for Rachel to finally be granted the one thing she had asked of the Lord? She craved something more than God Himself. She desired the gift over the Giver, and therefore her wicked heart remained unsatisfied. Rachel's story illustrates of what real idolatry looks like: elevating created things over the Creator, the gift over the Giver... What is it that we crave so much that we are willing to sin in order to obtain it, and then will sin if we don't? We each have a heart bent toward certain sins, hearts that are, as Luther referred to them, "idol factories" quick to seek satisfaction from something or someone other than God.

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I know full well that I can relate to Rachel very personally, and that I am prone to her response removed from God's daily grace. My natural inclination would be to wallow in self-pity, feed my own root of bitterness, and cultivate a heart incapable of sharing in the joy and celebration of others. These thoughts went through my mind after the events of this past weekend, one of many baby showers I have helped coordinate since being here in Louisville. The pain, the empty "something's missing" feeling, the sadness, the longing can very easily move me to anger and envy. Or even worse, I could be moved even further to no longer feeling anything, the paralized state of someone whose hope is swallowed up by despair. By the grace of God, I am not marked by such despair! Because of Christ, I have been given a new heart, a heart that feels and has emotion and has real desires. My husband and I desperately desire to have a family, and there are days when the longing seems enough to suffocate the very life out of me. But I don't struggle as one who has no hope. Because of that hope, because of the One who knows my form and my future, I can rejoice with those who rejoice, even if there are those days in between when I simply need to weep. I did shed some tears this weekend after the sweet celebration, but those tears did not come from an embittered heart. I know my tendencies, but I have also known grace. Rachel's story is never far from my mind in this regard because I know full well that I could quickly cry out, "Give me children, or I will die!" were it not for His grace intervening.

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For you, the "Give me _____, or I will die!" may be something else. Success? A husband or wife? A spouse with whom you would never argue? Perfect children? Whatever goes in the blank, ask yourself this: Is there something in my life I crave so deeply that I will either sin to get it or sin if I don't? "God calls us to bury our false gods at the cross. It’s in union with Jesus Christ, the One who hung on Golgotha’s tree, that we have the power to conquer all of our idolatry and bury our gods in the blood-soaked ground beneath His cross" (Fitzpatrick, 28). Praise the Lord that He has redeemed us through the blood of Christ, and that He satisfies our every longing... that HE is better than life itself.

A Sweet Shower with Sweet Friends

I think this season of baby showers for our church is slowing down a bit (we tend to go through cycles at Grace!). We celebrated the upcoming arrival of "Baby D" this weekend with decadent desserts, words of encouragement and advice for Mommy-to-be, sweet friends, and a time of prayer.


Yes, decadent: banana pudding, fresh pineapple, cheesecake, cake balls (my usual, but devils food this time rather than red velvet), and Julia Child's chocolate cake recipe (thanks to my wonderful co-hostess!)~



This sweet friend (whose own baby shower was one of our more recent):
and I got to talking about just how fortunate we are during this season. Many (most) of us are in transition right now, between school and careers and family decisions, and looking around at the group of wonderful ladies on Saturday night just warmed our hearts. The Lord has been so gracious toward us, and we mutually agreed that we will be thankful for this church and these women for years to come~


The big boy on the block was enamored with some of the gifts Mommy received for Baby D!

I couldn't resist getting this for them! Their nursery has a fun alphabet theme with animals here and there, so when purchasing items from the registry, I caved and also purchased this adorable, huggable monkey~

This portion of the evening was perhaps the most meaningful. We ended the shower by praying for Mommy, Daddy and Baby D, accompanied with the other mommies present writing down words of advice for the days ahead. It was a joy to bless them in this way, and I'm so glad the evening turned out the way it did! It truly was a sweet evening with sweet friends~

An encouraging quote...

This morning, after an evening of news frenzy and frustration, I am asking the Lord for this perspective:

"...a tranquility that signals we’re not afraid of the rise and fall of temporal kingdoms and their policies. . . . So if what you’re afraid of is a politician or a policy or a culture or the future of Western civilization, don’t give up the conviction but give up the fear. Work for justice. Oppose evil. But do it so that your opponents will see not fear but trust, optimism, and affection.
'So now faith, hope and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love' (1 Cor. 13:13).
Fear God and, beyond that, don’t be afraid."
--Dr. Russell Moore

LOST!

Unashamed confession time: I have a new addiction...

Yes, that new addiction is "LOST"!! Some friends of ours were kind enough (kind and knowing that we would get hooked!) to loan us the first three seasons on DVD a month or so ago, and then we caught up on the rest of the episodes online. I've laughed, I've teared up, I've sat at work some days hoping for the hours to go by faster so I can get home to watch the next episode, I've sat virtually all day on a Saturday in my pj's glued to my laptop...it's quite ridiculous, and yet there is no shame to be had. This has seriously been like diving into a wonderful and mysterious novel, except viewing on the TV screen rather than reading words on a page. I don't know when I last enjoyed a series as much as I have this one, and although late to jump on the bandwagon, it has been so much fun to have my husband and our friends here to watch with!

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Last night was my first night watching a new episode on the night it actually airs since I was busy getting caught up to speed until this weekend. It just so happened to also be the night our fellow viewing friends decided to have a "Dharma-themed dinner" beforehand (those of you still confused just need to give in to your curiousity and watch the show)! One such friend also happened to have a fun label maker, so she printed out labels for all of our "Dharma-produced" food~

After a dinner of cereal, fruit, and "Dharma beer" (root beer), my husband and I stayed late talking about how we think the story might resolve. Sure, it's just another show on TV to some, but for me it's been a new adventure. I've always been a bookworm, savoring the enjoyment of a novel filled with twists and turns and the totally unexpected, and this show has been no exception to such enjoyment. So this is warning to you all: if you engage in conversation with me in the coming weeks, there's a pretty good chance I will attempt to get you sucked in to the "Lost" world. If not, I'll at least try to teach you how to play a round of backgammon~

Even Then ~ My Personal Testimony

I was asked this past week to recall my conversion experience in writing. Thankfully, I was asked to do so a couple of years ago for one of my classes at Southern, and therefore already had it typed just needing some minor tweaks. While reading back my personal testimony, I was reminded of this wonderful reality - each of us who have been called by the Lord, redeemed and transferred from darkness into His marvelous light, has a testimony!
If you were raised in a youth group like me, you may have experienced what it was like not to have a "cool testimony" - one filled with seasons of severe depression, addiction, or infidelity, prior to the Lord's saving intervention. These were always the students invited to share their testimony in public, and I was oftentimes envious that mine wasn't as dramatic and "worthy" of being recalled in front of people. How wicked my heart was for reacting that way! I was admittedly a self-centered drama princess myself, and therefore often offended if there wasn't something in me that leaders thought was attractive enough to be in the spotlight... Oh, how thankful I am for the gift of time, and Lord leading through refinement and maturity. Only by His grace am I where I am now, because of His work both now and almost 20 years ago when He called me to Himself. Because of that amazing and unmerited grace, we each have a story. The Author saw fit to give us different experiences, different seasons, through which we would come to know and depend on Him. No personal testimony is greater or more poetic than another. The fact that we each have a unique story of how the Lord rescued us speaks overwhelmingly of both His awesome glory and very personal grace! Praise the Lord that He knows each of us in such a way that He set into motion each event along our individual journeys.
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When was the last time you wrote out your personal testimony of conversion? I found it to be a rewarding exercise, stopping and reflecting on what all the Lord has done throughout the course of my life. I remembered both people and events He has brought along the way, all for the purpose of drawing me closer to Him, deepening my faith in and love for Him. If you feel compelled to write out your own, I would love to read it! If you write it out on your own blog, please leave a comment to let me know you've done so. I hope we can be encouraged by one another's testimonies of God's amazing grace:

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I still struggle to recollect details of my salvation experience, the specific moment of conversion, due to my young age. This moment, though, occurred following a Sunday night at my home church when my family attended a Christian band concert. I was only eight years old at the time, and the most vivid memory from this particular night was the feeling I had as I glanced around at the surrounding audience. I remember this gnawing feeling deep in the pit of my stomach as I was overcome with one thought: something was missing. As I looked around the sanctuary, I was struck with the reality that I did not know God personally, and certainly did not know His Son the Savior. All of the songs I had been singing since the age of two, all of the Bible verses I was trained to memorize, seemed empty as I realized that I did not know the One whom the words were describing. Upon arriving home later that evening, I sat on my bed with my mother and shared my thoughts with her. I vaguely remember her asking me questions for assurance of whether or not I was experiencing true conversion. We closed our conversation with prayer, and she asked me to pray aloud. I remember asking Him to forgive me of all I had done wrong and to cleanse me as my personal Lord and Savior. I was baptized by immersion only a week or two later as an indication of the transforming work Christ had performed in my heart.
Due to my young age at the time, there were years following when I honestly questioned the sincerity of my conversion. I struggled at times with assurance of salvation, particularly in my early teenage years and around the time when my parents divorced. The question always came to mind of how someone can be a true believer and still battle with anger, depression and frustration. As an immature adolescent, I watched in confusion as my older brother, who once professed the same faith, took a nosedive into a life marked by perpetual rebellion.
Only by the grace of God was I surrounded during those formative years with godly leaders and friends, many of whom I remain in close contact with to this day. The Lord opened my eyes to the truth that He held and protected me through my childhood and adolescence, guarding my heart in ways I was oblivious to then. I cannot look back at the years afforded to me and not be overcome by God’s overwhelming sovereignty and grace. Not only did He guard me personally in those early years, but I can see how past experiences led up to where I am now. His Holy Spirit has clearly been shaping me from an early age in such a way that bears witness to the hope found only in Him and in His Word. He has revealed to me through relationships, with both family and friends, that He is the only One who satisfies the weary, wounded soul. I know without a doubt that I am unworthy of the rich gifts the Lord has provided, of the salvation made possible through Jesus Christ, and that He alone has the power to redeem His beloved.

My Friend-Across-the-Big-Pond's Birthday

A certain song comes to mind on this my dear friend's birthday:

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Something brought you to my mind today

I thought about the funny ways you make me laugh

And yet I feel like it's okay to cry with you

Something about just being with you

When I leave I feel like I've been near God

And that's the way it ought to be...
'Cause you've been more than a friend to me

You fight off my enemies

'Cause you've spoken the Truth over my life

And you'll never know what it means to me

Just to know you've been on your knees for me

Oh, you have blessed my life

More than you'll ever know...

More than you'll ever know...
You had faith, when I had none

You prayed God would bring me a brand new song

When I didn't think I could find the strength to sing

And all the while I'm hoping that I'll

Do the kind of praying for you that you've done for me

And that's the way it ought to be...
You have carried me

You have taken upon a burden that wasn't your own

And may the blessing return to you a hundredfold...

(C. Nockels)

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You are loved, you are continually prayed for, you are missed, you are remembered often, and by so many who have been blessed by your imprint on our hearts. When you feel lonely and distant from those whom you hold dear, my hope is that you'll be encouraged by your brothers and sisters who are continually mindful and so very thankful for you.!

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Happy Birthday, Geek #3!! We know who holds the title as Geek #1, and you're just too cool to be #2 so I humbly claim that spot~

Favorite Photo Friday!

Look at those young college kids! I came across this picture a few days ago after not seeing it for quite some time, and can't help but look at it and reflect on the Lord's evident goodness over the years...

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"Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights" ~James 1:17

Wordless Wednesday! (My Freebie from the Scrapbook Convention)

It's a Sandra kind of day...

Grace Upon Grace

(Sandra McCracken)

In every station, new trials and new troubles

Call for more grace than I can afford

Where can I go but to my dear Savior

For mercy that pours from boundless stores.

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Grace upon grace, every sin repaired

Every void restored, you will find Him there

In every turning He will prepare you

With grace upon grace

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He made a way for the fallen to rise

Perfect in glory and sacrifice

In sweet communion my need He supplies

He saves and keeps and guards my life

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Grace upon grace, every sin repaired

Every void restored, you will find Him there

In every turning He will prepare you

With grace upon grace

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To Thee I run now with great expectation

To honor You with trust like a child

My hopes and desires seek a new destination

And all that You ask Your grace will provide

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Grace upon grace, every sin repaired,

Every void restored, you will find Him there

In every turning He will prepare you

With grace upon grace

Even in the Means...

Well this day's been crazy but everything's happened on schedule

From the rain and the cold to the drink that I spilled on my shirt

'Cause You knew how You'd save me before I fell dead in the garden

And You knew this day long before You made me out of dirt

And You know the plans that You have for me

And You can't plan the end and not plan the means

And so I suppose I just need some peace just to get me to sleep...

(Caedmon's Call, "Table for Two")
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I have caught myself humming this simple yet profound tune throughout the day... This place I'm in now...this holding pattern, season of waiting, whatever the label, has been a real stretch. My faith has been tested, really put through the fire, in recent weeks and I am now at a place where I can vaguely see what is going on, but can't yet see the end. Does that even make any sense? I've come out of the depths of toying with doubt and fear, and can see myself in the midst of a season of waiting with the hand of our wonderful, merciful God on me and my husband. This season is far from over, but my perspective is being cleared even as this very day transpires. I am out of the depths and in a place where I can actually feel His constant comfort. I am reading the Scriptures with renewed, refreshed, and hopeful eyes. Because of who our great God is, because of His rich promises for us, His sons and daughters, I can wholeheartedly say that I am thankful for where He has us. My husband and I are still clueless as to what is in store for us, but He knows and He provides - and that is more than enough for me.

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I have not departed from the commandment of His lips;

I have treasured the words of His mouth more than my portion of food.

But He is unchangeable, and who can turn Him back?

What He desires, that He does.

For He will complete what He appoints for me,and many such things are in His mind.

~Job 23:12-14

Favorite Photo(s) Friday!

We participated in a 40th birthday surprise party this week for the beautiful woman pictured above. I took around 50 pictures of the gathering on Tuesday night, so it was rather difficult to narrow down my favorites--and trust me, these still aren't all of them by any means!! Not only did we surprise her with the party itself, but her husband asked all of us to come prepared with a "Roast or Toast" to read. She was truly touched by it all, and I'm looking forward to putting all of the words and party pictures into a memorable scrapbook for her~

Most of the lovely ladies in our small group - I love each one of them dearly and am thankful for the unique friendship I have with each one of them! They each have very unique, sweet ways of encouraging others, myself included, and I am blessed to know them during these years~

My very handsome husband with Dr. Party Palace himself~

Me and Mrs. Party Palace - I managed to get through my "toast" without tears, but being as sentimental as I am and so thankful for our friendship, it wasn't easy!

Fellow scrapbooker, picture-taker, and dear friend!


Me and my love

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"I thank my God in all my remembrance of you, always in every prayer of mine for you all making my prayer with joy, because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now. And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ. It is right for me to feel this way about you all, because I hold you in my heart, for you are all partakers with me of grace..." (Philippians 1:3-7a)

A Somewhat Pointless Post

I must confess...I woke up in a pretty darn sour mood this morning. I'm really only posting to distract myself from work, and to remind myself that snow really is pretty - it really is! Even when you feel like there surely can't be any more of the white stuff than what has already fallen, it's still breathtaking.

I have never been tired of seeing the snow until this morning. As a girl from the south (and one who will always be a southern gal at heart), I have appreciated and enjoyed the snow every year since being in Louisville - playing in it, capturing the beauty on camera, enjoying the dogs' reactions to the powdery fluff....but this morning? Ooooh-wee, was I in a mood when I woke up! I didn't want to go anywhere, do anything, just wanted to stay home in my pajamas with my husband and the pups.

I have caught a little glimmer of why my friends in Michigan and Connecticut get a little tired and down after seemingly neverending months of this... I still want to be grateful for this beautiful season, in awe of the serene beauty surrounding me. But when I have to get up for work while every other school and business in the city seems to be closed, put on a different pair of shoes to trudge through the powder and ice (and yes, there was also ice this morning which definitely didn't help my sour mood), I find myself fighting for joy, struggling to be thankful. Lord, give me a thankful heart, and let me not miss the stunning wonder and beauty of Your handiwork~

“For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven and do not return there but water the earth, making it bring forth and sprout, giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater, so shall My word be that goes out from My mouth; it shall not return to Me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it." ~Isaiah 55:10-11

Brutal Honest, Beautiful Reality ~ Part 3

Brutal Honesty...Introduction

Brutal Honesty...Part I

Brutal Honesty...Part 2



BRUTAL HONESTY - I am not a very good wife. I honor neither Christ nor my husband on a consistent basis, and my outward behavior is more often marked by selfish tendencies rather than humility.


If I was to sit and jot down the ways in which I'm not a very good wife, I would have a seemingly neverending laundry list of issues. The more I ponder, the longer the list and more overwhelmed I am by my desperate need of grace. When I reflect on the thought that I may presently or in the future be an example to other women of gracious giving and submission to my husband, I sometimes shudder at how often I fall short. That laundry list of sin issues is accompanied with the feeling that I will never be able to do enough in regard to work or keeping my home in order. My thoughts are constantly spinning with what I'm doing wrong, and the nagging guilt that I have chosen, for example, one evening to sit and relax in front of the TV rather than do the dishes. Regardless of my current work situation, regardless of whether or not I am away or at home during the day, my first priority should be taking care of the home, right? I should be able to do it all, and I am constantly beating myself up over not being able to live up to the expectations of a diligent, hard-working wife.

And in this particular season of our lives, I have not been the supportive wife my husband needs. When he is doubting, frustrated, feeling alone in the waiting game, I have continually failed to be a source of encouragement or rest. Rather than be of support to him, I feel that I only add to the struggle with my lack of patience, tendency to react to the unknown with anxiety (see previous post on the issue of control), and my overall lack of remembering the promise and hope of the Gospel on a daily basis. How an individual responds to times of uncertainty speaks volumes, and I am no exception.

"Original sin fills the 'engine' of our hearts with the 'oil' of depravity--dark, greasy, and staining everything it touches. Circumstances come along and heat the engine. When the engine is hot--when events in our lives test our hearts--whatever is in the engine spews out. The heat (the circumstances) did not fill the engine with oil, it simply revealed what was [already] in the engine..." (70)


BEAUTIFUL REALITY -
"...Your spouse was a strategic choice made by a wise and loving God. Selected by Him, for you, from the beginning of the world, your spouse is an essential part of God's rescue mission for your life. Often a spouse plays his or her part by raising the engine temperature and heating the oil. But if we're wisely honest, we realize that God is behind it all, revealing the familiar sin so that it might be overcome by amazing grace" (70-71).
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"We must not ignore our sin, because it is the very context where the Gospel shines the brightest. Grace is truly amazing because of what we were saved from...The Gospel is an endless fountain of God's grace in your marriage...Without it [the Gospel], you cannot see God, yourself, or your marriage for what they truly are" (16, 25).

The above quotes are from a book I was compelled to read during our engagement back in 2007. When Sinners Say I Do focuses on marriage as the context in which the Gospel shines, and really brings to the forefront our daily, continual need for mercy and grace towards one another. I have been tempted in recent days and weeks to pull it off the shelf and give it another read...
Do you ever stop and wonder how much your heart and role in your own marriage relationship would be drastically altered if this was your renewed perspective? If my daily focus is this "endless fountain of God's grace" as I see in and through my husband, it's mind-boggling to think of how things would be different. If my relationship to my husband begins and is fueled by the grace of the Gospel, would I be so intent on coming home and complaining that I have to cook dinner, or muttering under my breath about the fork that's in the sink rather than the dishwasher? Would I be so intent on having my way by immediately getting into my pajamas (before 6:00pm mind you) and grumbling for half the evening about all of the chores that need to be done? Or...would I come home eager to see my husband and spend time with him, overwhelmed with thanks that I have a wonderful husband waiting for me when I walk through the front door? And about those chores...would my perspective on even those be renewed? Thanks that I have a place to call home, thanks for the very good gifts we have undeservedly received from the Lord... That laundry list is erased and replaced when my heart is transformed and renewed by the beautiful reality of how privileged I am to be my husband's wife.

When I get into this horrible mood about all of the work I'm not doing, guilting myself over the things I haven't accomplished during a particular day rather than resting after what all I actually have done, my husband will often ask me, "To whom are you comparing yourself? Is there someone specific, some perfect wife you know, or have you made up in your mind a non-existent ideal woman?" Oh, he knows me well... He asks because he knows. He asks because he knows it does my heart good for my negative, ungodly thoughts about myself to be stopped dead in their tracks. His rhetorical question needs no answer because it speaks for itself:
"For am I now seeking the approval of man, or of God? Or am I trying to please man? If I were still trying to please man, I would not be a servant of Christ." (Galatians 1:10)

My husband does not judge me merely on my works, but looks past the external and sees the roots of my negative thoughts. He quickly discerns when my heart is absorbed with self-centered efforts rather than on the grace and good gifts of God. It's no wonder that the husband and wife relationship is intended to mirror that of Christ and His Church; such a parallel is evident in how my husband relates to me as one whom he chose and loves in spite of my faults:
"Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her, that he might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word, so that he might present the church to himself in splendor, without spot or wrinkle or any such thing, that she might be holy and without blemish. In the same way husbands should love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. For no one ever hated his own flesh, but nourishes and cherishes it, just as Christ does the church." (Ephesians 5:22-29)

I pray that I daily outdo my husband in acts of love and grace. My prayers have been transformed recently as I have been reminded of the beauty of Gospel-centered marriage. Am I a bad wife? Well, I am a selfish sinner, but I am no longer mastered by that sin. I no longer live for myself, with my own desires and selfish motives in mind. What does and will make me a good wife is for Christ to be my motivation. I want to love and serve my husband in an understanding way, overflowing with grace and patience. I want to enjoy him everyday as the gift he is to my life, enjoy a coffee date with no timeline on our conversation, watch an evening movie without obsessing over the dusty bookshelf.... I want others to see the love Christ has for His Bride in us... Lord, be gracious and may that be true of us according to Your goodness and mercy.

"So if there is any encouragement in Christ, any comfort from love, any participation in the Spirit, any affection and sympathy, complete my joy by being of the same mind, having the same love, being in full accord and of one mind. Do nothing from rivalry or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others." (Philippians 1:1-4)
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"This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends." (John 15:12-13)

Wordless Wednesday (aka Nerds Dressed Alike Again!)

Favorite Photo(s) Friday - Nali & Her Babies