achomplishment

As I sit here in a foreign house helping a friend move in, I am reminded of his face when he was buying a candle holder for his fireplace. Achomplishment. It isn't that buying a new candle holder is accomplishment, it is that he has worked so hard to do it. He is the type of person that works 150% no matter what he does. I have another friend who is an artist and lived in New York City for awhile. While doing so, he had to borrow some money to make ends meet. He since then has moved out of the city (a few years ago), moved in with family and worked very hard doing a "normal" job to pay off his debt. The other night he told me he just wrote the last check to his debtor and now he might even be able to pay off his car. Accomplishment. I know accomplishment comes in all shapes and sizes, and can look like many different things. It doesn't have to be about money. Reaching a goal is an accomplishment. I have another friend who he and his wife have endured MUCH to buy the house they felt like God was leading them to. Over a year later they are moved in and almost everything in the house, the walls, the kitchen, the home office, the dining room, the build in speakers on the ceilings, spell out their accomplishments. It feels good (and tiring) to reach your goal.

That is why making goals is so important. Without them we just flounder and feel overcome by this world.

these lines on my face

The other day Eden walked into the room and she had taken a friends lipstick and "put it on". The putting on however was all over her face. Not just her lips, but she also covered a portion of her cheeks! We can laugh at that because we know Eden is so cute and that lipstick is washable. With one trip to the sink, she will look brand new, wiped up, clean. Not so with these lines on my face.

It seems God keeps moving me into places where decisions not only have to be made, but made quick with the trust that HE is the one making them. I don't have time to weigh out the rights and wrongs or the goods and bads of everything in my life. I wonder if He is moving into these quick decisions because He knows I might not ever make a decision otherwise. Who knows. I don't really like it though, my face shows it. Lines. tears. frowns. my pillow gets frightened when I come to bed for fear of ending up wet. Yet, I know good things will come from these places God is moving me into. Not just good things for me, but for everyone.

Life is hard.

sigh.

someone wrote to me today and gave me great advise. He said:

Trust in His strength, not in your lack of it.

yes, I WILL follow you....but, could I have some bread?

Reality.

it sucks.

I think in a magical perfect world, money really would grow on trees. The people I love would be taken care of and set free from financial debt and inprisonment. And I would be able to do what I feel like God is calling me to do. Why does God call His people, or at least some of us, to sacrifice all (finances, family, comfort, health, friends, even church) to do His work. Everyone is different and I know we shouldn't question God, but I get frustrated. I get frustrated not knowing God's will for my life, and the ministry He has me in. I would love to take all of my unbelievable friends and family and allow them to excell in the gifts God gave them. But reality is, I can't. I can't keep pretending that God is going to provide a way for my debt to be taken care of. Or that I will even be provided for monthly. He CAN do it, but I am not so sure that He is going to drop that million dollar publishers clearing house check in my lap. Maybe He has another way of taking care of me. He DOES provide, but not the ways I would want. I hate reality that is constantly in my brain telling me things are impossible. I know God can do all things. But reality weighs on me like a brick. holding me down. Dispite this holding, I press on knowing God DOES have a purpose for me. That road might look different than what I thought, but I am still walking. Still walking with Him.

I know I will push through these hard decisions reality brings me. And I will taste all aspects of this journey from the sauerkraut to the brownies. Even a bitter taste is still a taste, which fills me with life. And through my tears and my 'see you later''s I know God will heal my broken heart and create some kind of beauty as we all press forward fighting reality along the way.

Come quickly Lord Jesus. Bring Your Perfection. You ARE coming. THAT is reality.