Sunday, May 8, 2011

A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies. - Proverbs 31

I know what you're thinking. I can hear you now.. "Um, Mandy...you're not married, honey." Thank you, oh wise one. You're correct. I am not married. However, Proverbs 31 keeps ringing in my head, like those church bells at the royal wedding. Loud. Annoying. Persistent.
A good friend of mine has also begun the journey of discovering what biblical womanhood means. Usually donning a t-shirt and jeans, she is desiring dresses, curls in her hair, and (gasp) makeup. Her recent attention to feminine detail has got me thinking.

Being feminine has never been a struggle for me. Growing up, my mom was extremely practical, and a sports lover. So if I was in frilly dresses, that was all Grandma. Mom never learned how to braid, so I learned, and did my own french braids when I was 8. I had more makeup than an Ulta store by the age of 6 (again, Grandma). Although I played sports, ran through mud puddles with the boys across the street, and threatened to beat up any boy that came near our 'girls only' club, there was an undeniable truth hidden just beneath my freckled, mud-covered skin.

I was a priss.

That's right. I've never camped. Ever. I have no desire to, so please don't ask me.
I will scream bloody murder, and run from the room at the sight of a cockroach (dead or alive).
Even when I'm 'slummin' it' (aka, looking less than lovely), it is very rare that I'm wearing NO makeup.
I love wearing skirts and dresses, which I would do more often if I didn't spend so much time with wonderful, much-to-curious-about-what's-under-there children.

Let me get to the point. I've never had a problem looking the part. I'm not sure anyone would dare call me androgynous. But my behavior does not reflect my appearance. In short...

I'm a bachelor.

Yes, you read that right. Not a bachelorette, but a bachelor. Let me give you some examples.

I do laundry maybe once every three weeks. Maybe. I don't sort them. I wash everything on cold.
I hate doing dishes more than just about anything. Except cockroaches. And laundry.
I do not clean up after myself. And no, I won't clean up after you either.
My desk (at school, at home) is messy 90% of the time. And when it's messy, tables become desks.
I don't cook. I can't cook. It's hard to say which came first. Am I a bad cook because I never do? Or do I not cook because I know I'm bad? A vicious cycle.
I eat food that is questionably 'bad'... I mean, how long does pizza last, anyway?

No one is to blame for this. Trust me, my mom and I are best friends, but we argue pretty often. I'll give you one guess on what we argue about. Yep. My mess. My argument is always the same. "Mom! I genuinely don't care if it's messy! It doesn't bother me."

This is only a half-truth. It does bother me. Not because I wake up and trip over laundry, dog toys, and 7 pairs of shoes on my way to the kitchen, but because I'm worried I'll never "grow out of it." Which brings me to the climax of this post.

Today is the first day of the rest of my life. I have to change!

Even as I type that, my fingers are heavy with the doubt that this will actually come to pass. But I have to try. This whole, biblical womanhood thing... it's getting to me. Seeping under my skin. Making me itch, like the time I tried Purex laundry detergent. It's not about me. I don't want God to bless me with a husband, and we argue about the fact that he broke his pinky toe because I forgot to put away the vacuum cleaner. Or one day if He blesses me with children, and I send them to school in their dad's tshirt, belted like a dress, because they have no clean clothes left.

I'm reminded of that good, but oh-so-cheesy movie, that Christian one about the football team. The guy told the story about the two farmers who prayed for rain, but one went out and prepared his fields for it. Yeah, I wanna be that guy.

So, I am going to 'practice' running a home. I am going to do dishes immediately. I am going to do laundry AS SOON AS THE BASKET IS FULL. And I am even going to...gulp....learn how to cook. Do I have the fire department on speed-dial?

Anyway... thank you for tuning in. Yes, feel free to keep me accountable in my endeavors. As a parting note, here's a friendly kick-in-the-pants to all of my wonderful women in the Lord who are striving to be that ever illusive, if-I-see-her-in-a-dark-alley-she's-in-trouble Proverbs 31 woman. As you read this, replace all the feminine pronouns with YOUR name. I'm mostly kidding in my negativity. I don't think God would include this, if it wasn't something He didn't want us to strive for, or something that was, at least in part, attainable. Love you all.

10 A wife of noble character who can find?
She is worth far more than rubies.
11 Her husband has full confidence in her
and lacks nothing of value.
12 She brings him good, not harm,
all the days of her life.
13 She selects wool and flax
and works with eager hands.
14 She is like the merchant ships,
bringing her food from afar.
15 She gets up while it is still night;
she provides food for her family
and portions for her female servants.
16 She considers a field and buys it;
out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.
17 She sets about her work vigorously;
her arms are strong for her tasks.
18 She sees that her trading is profitable,
and her lamp does not go out at night.
19 In her hand she holds the distaff
and grasps the spindle with her fingers.
20 She opens her arms to the poor
and extends her hands to the needy.
21 When it snows, she has no fear for her household;
for all of them are clothed in scarlet.
22 She makes coverings for her bed;
she is clothed in fine linen and purple.
23 Her husband is respected at the city gate,
where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.
24 She makes linen garments and sells them,
and supplies the merchants with sashes.
25 She is clothed with strength and dignity;
she can laugh at the days to come.
26 She speaks with wisdom,
and faithful instruction is on her tongue.
27 She watches over the affairs of her household
and does not eat the bread of idleness.
28 Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her:
29 “Many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all.”
30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.
31 Honor her for all that her hands have done,
and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.


Monday, April 4, 2011

Routine

I am NOT a creature of habit. If I was, my laundry baskets would be empty, my refrigerator would stocked, and I would not have a stack of papers as tall as a student waiting to be graded. But it is not a weekly/daily habit of mine to do laundry, shop for groceries or grade papers. Only when the need stands up and slaps me in the face to I get to work.

There is one are of my life that is BOUND in habit, and that would be my "daily quiet time", "Jesus appointment", "morning refresher" or whatever you want to call it. I stand in the shower most days and think- "I need to get to work, but I really want to spend time in the Word/I have to finish this week's lesson before bible study/I'm behind in memorizing James." I had to do alot of soul searching to determine if I was operating out of guilt or desire. After a lot of soul searching, I found that the drive behind my desire to spend time with the Lord has two sides. One side- that I really love to spend time learning more about the character of God, growing closer to Him, and memorizing His word. The other, I feel that if I don't, terrible things will occur. That meeting I have today? Going down the pooper if I don't brush up on the teachings of Elijah. That relationship I'm trying to mend. Forget it. I forgot to pray this morning.

While there is surely truth in the idea that prayer and the Word prepare you for your day, the FEAR of the CATASTROPHES that will surely occur if these things aren't done can't be healthy. I'm starting to believe that God doesn't actually have a sticker chart for me, full of gold stars, of which I can choose a prize when my chart is full. No. There is simply a cup within me, needing to be filled everyday. And if it is not filled, do my circumstances spiral out of control? No, but I might, even in the best of circumstances.

Let me let you in on my prayer this morning.

Daddy God, I love to spend time with You! Lord, search my motives. I want to sit in your presence in freedom, not bound by fear about what happens if i don't. I am your bondservant, but remind me that there is complete freedom in the bondage to Your Son. What is most astonishing, Creator of the Universe, is that you are excited when I awake, because You want to spend time with me. As Roswell always says, "Shakin' My Head." Lord, let me arise each morning with pure desire for You, untinged by guilt, fear, or routine. Even when I'm sick, angry, exhausted, frustrated, let me desire Your presence. And Lord, especially when I am happy, satisfied, and calm- let my desire for you not wane! Lord, the gooby song from the Parent Trap plays in my head..."Let's get together, yeah yeah yeah, why don't You and I combine?" Yes Lord! Fill my cup, please. I will most likely need a refill before tomorrow.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Thy Mercy is More Than a Match for My Heart

Hello sweet friends!! It has been months since I have posted. Mostly because I COULDN'T FIND MY BLOG for a few weeks. I'm serious. It went AWOL.

This post is going to be for the ladies. Sorry, gents.

Oh, what God has been doing in my very soul never ceases to amaze me! He has been faithful to teach me in the secret places of my heart, and I have struggled to sit still long enough to listen to His lovely words. Mostly his words sound like whispers of ....'patience'....'good things'...'satisfy'. I have been struggling very hard with thoughts of loneliness and depression. These things are relatively new to me, I've always been able to 'brush my shoulders' off and soldier on. But lately my feet have been getting stuck in the muck of my desires, and I whine to myself, instead of cry out to God. Have you felt this way? I hope I'm in good company!

At Journey this past weekend, Jamie said something that has made my life IMMENSELY better. He challenged us to look at the Godly men that meet as BROTHERS, not potential husbands. When you're 24 and on your own, this is not the natural reaction to an attractive, independent, God-fearing man. On the contrary, my impulse is not to shake his hand and call him 'brother', but instead to jump into his arms and direct him in the way of the threshold. The truth is this: If at this point in my life God is calling me to be single, I have two choices: One- be single and happy, surrounded by my 'family', devoting myself to God's call. Two- be miserable and pouty, always seeking approval of men and not finding peace and being useless. I think I'll pick door #1, thank you very much.

I have more to blog about, but alas, it is time for school. Love to all, in the name of the Father!

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

The first post of the new year has no plot, few characters, and no resolution. I simply want to further explain what has been happening in the last few months. So, if you are one of the 4 people that read this, be prepared.

My life has been a roller coaster of emotion. It started in early October. I got tired of living with hidden sin. Sin that I thought I would surely die with. Sin that I could not shake loose of. I laid down this sin on multiple alters, offering it to God, begging him to remove it. It's claws were in me so deep, and I held onto it almost as tightly. I had been free of it for two months before I disclosed this information to my group of friends. Instead of judgement and disgust, they embraced me with love, acceptance and support. But more importantly, speaking about it came as a final heave-ho to the sin, ousting it from my life for good.

The next three months are filled with a real-life balancing act. Balancing work and social activities, while trying to live as Christ. I had a period of time where I became incredibly awkward. I felt...off. Bible studies, ministry, church and prayer meetings were happening 6 days a week. This means that the free evenings I had, I did not know what to do with myself. I did not know how to have conversations, how to build relationships, without crying because of something that Jesus had done that day, or because I was convicted of sin, or because I couldn't find the book of Micah without looking in the bible's table of contents. This was wearing on me. Even as I type this, I'm thinking, "So you couldn't talk about any non-Jesus topics. Big deal! That's a good thing!" But I was painfully unhappy. I went from being all about me, selfish and vain, to having no idea who I even was anymore. I felt on a pendulum, swinging uncomfortably fast from one end to the other.

And then, I went home.
And it all fell apart.

Until today, I had not touched my bible in 16 days. And let me tell you, it affected every aspect of my life. I mean every aspect. Are you thinking of one? Yes... that area took a serious blow.

And finally, I will admit something I almost never do. It's 'not cool' and awkward, but it's the truth: I am having a very hard time being 24 and single. This is unusual for me. I am, 95% of the time, completely confident in my singleness. These last two weeks have not been them. One of the fab four (my best friends), is getting married in the summer. This break was a whirlwind of wedding planning and discussing. I love it, truly. I am the friend that you WANT there when you are planning a wedding. But what was wearing, is how unbelievably in love they are. Every topic can be related to each other, and I've never, NEVER seen a couple this head-over-heels for each other. It was beautiful and I was so, so happy for them, but my own heart was hurting. Even as a self-proclaimed 'non-romantic', the envy was strong.

And so, I figured I had two choices. I could: A. Mope and wallow in bitterness, longing and anger, or B. Get over it. I chose B. I contacted friends that have a knack for bringing up my spirits, made plans to spend time with them. And I'll ride this out. I am praying that the Spirit becomes my one comforter. That I find satisfaction in nothing outside of the love of Christ.

And so, the journey continues. Back to work tomorrow, back to church, back to real life. Am I ready? No. But Christ has be firmly by the hand. Therefore, I don't have to be.