This year, my world has been gradually shifting…
Or maybe it’s been more like a life-rattling earthquake…
Whichever…
Lifa is home. I’m no longer the high capacity, solo,
unstoppable lady with the big, red playground/dance floor on wheels.
I’m a mom who promised a long time before I
became a mom that I would be an ambassador for the Family of God and do
whatever it takes to live like His Family lives.
That’s where His
Kingdom comes. And that’s what lasts.
So that’s what I want to be about more than I want to be
about the marathon ministry moments, the amount cups of tea I sip at GoGo’s, or
how holy-crammed my schedule is. I’ve talked the talk in shacks, hospitals and
in food-serving lines. Now I have to walk the walk in my own house.
But I’m sneaky.
I’ve figured out ways to do both. I’ve packed a planner and put my slow cooker to good use in
order to keep my missionary gold stars and to try to run a household with
routine, health and joy.
Ain’t nobody got
time to disappoint.
Totally. Under. Control.
Or something.
Or not at all.
FINE.
My sneaky plans are backfiring in ridiculous and
embarrassing ways this week like forgetting where I’m driving, talking in
circles, filling the kitchen with smoke, and not being able to keep up
with anything.
This is what I know:
God stays the same.
Hallelujah.
Because I cannot stay
the same anymore.
Lifa is learning this week that big boys do not run around
the house (or outside or anywhere and everywhere) butt-naked. It’s a legit
growing pain for that little dancing free-bird, but we cannot stay the same.
He’s growing into a thriving, healthy, joyful, world-changing man of God.
Pants are important.
Our wardrobe and our todays have to change.
(I found him naked booty-dancing to Uptown Funk this morning
on the couch… Still a work in progress, but the kid has moves.)
I’m trying to wrap my reality around being a mom that is
entrusted with showing this one little boy who God is through the way our
family lives and loves. Lifa’s learning how to wear pants (sort of), and I’m learning
how to let go of the ways I lived out family ministry before.
God’s promises stay
the same, therefore we cannot.
We have to dress like
the big boy he’s made us to be.
We have to let go of
family as we know it, and let the Father lead us deeper into the ways and
realities of His household.
And I’ve found that getting to participate in what feels
like ministry mcnuggets compared to the super-sized schedule I had before has a
lot more impact. When we let go of our ways, He does it His. All the strength I can
muster up for 18 hours a day can’t hold a candle to the Light of the World, Whose
voice, leading and loving changes eternity in an instant. So I’m sticking with
that.
