Motives… What are our motives? This last past Sunday the Holy Spirit spoke to my heart about my own motives for sharing Christ with others. We can all examine our motives towards others in our lives whether we are Christian or not.
By now, those of you that know me can see that I have a passion for writing. Often times the one that I’m writing to is myself and it is an expression of my inner thoughts that is projected to others that enables me to work through my own issues. But it is also a gift the Lord has given me that he chooses to be used for his purposes and he can take it away as he pleases.
I can’t help but talk about him. About two years ago he began a work in my life but before surrendering to him I already appeared to be Christian to others but my heart was very far from him. I loved the things of the world and wanted more of it than him. Then one day a great preacher told me “Sister you can fool the world but you can’t fool God.” It was like the Lord looked at my heart and tore it apart in pieces to reveal foolishness. For 12 days I wrestled with him and could just barely eat. I honestly never thought that I would ever truly serve the Lord and could not understand why he would want to call someone like myself in the first place.
What are my motives toward writing often to you about the Lord? God help me that it has nothing to do with myself. If he uses my words to encourage you …give Him Praise. If he uses something I write that may answer a question or help you grow in your daily walk…give him Praise. Don’t think that of my life as being something more spectacular than what it is or think that I have all the right words to lift everyone up. It’s not me…it’s all him. I don’t possess some kind of super faith. The only thing that is super in my life is the “Grace of God.” Trust me when I tell you that my life is a daily struggle of having to die to SELF. When we can get our “Self” out of the way then “He” is able to move in.
Sure, I appreciate the many sweet comments that people will write. Being accepted, loved and adored is what we all seek. We’re human and it is not about you or me for that matter. I would rather see someone giving all the glory to the Lord than to say anything nice back to me.
We need be thankful for the pastors in this day that are not afraid to preach the true gospel. Would you much rather find yourself sitting in a church service getting a little uncomfortable with how your life was being examined and being under conviction rather than to leave feeling good about yourself and knowing deep down your life was not on really on the right path? I would hope so for myself.
What are my motives? I want to live a life that glorifies God and let this life tell others of his wonderful love. What are yours?
“Whether therefore you eat, or drink, or whatsoever you do, do all to the glory of God.” 1 Corinthians 10:31
There was a group of us talking about our parents and some funny things about our childhood. One fellow jokingly told us about when he went away to college how much his mother learned while he was away. We all had good a good laugh. Is that not the truth? When we are growing as a child we think they are God but as teens we would rather deny their very existence and do things our way.
Lately I have been very blessed by being able to use the talent The Lord has given me to serve others with my piano music. It was very astounding of how many people would come up to me in response of how it blessed their soul. One lady in particular came to me and was inquiring of which university that I studied at for music. I could not help but laugh and tell her respectfully ‘a little elderly lady took me in for $5.00 a lesson and made me sit there for an hour every lesson writing tons of music notes while her and my dad talked about the days gone by when they were young.” I would often refer to it as the hour of torture, and of course that began to make me recall all the crazy memories of how dad stood over me and critiqued every song. He often threatened to record my whining and play it back to the teacher. Let me tell you that if that happened to a kid these days at piano lessons…… Let’s put it this way ‘they would never make it!!!!’ Dad would always remind me of how someday I would thank him and tell him how much I appreciated his effort….. Yeah right dad…. sure I will.
Over the weekend Mike and I decided to come home for a quick visit to see our folks and to take care of a few other things. We have had the best time here with everyone and really don’t want to leave. I thought back to the fellow who was talking about his mother and how much she learned while he was away and then realized it took me returning home several times plus many years to see that mom and dad really are smart. Daddy is 85 years old and still going strong and it truly was a thrill to get to tell him about the sweet lady inquiring of which music school I studied at. Of course that only made him stick out his chest and say “See, I told you so.” I’m sure he took it a little far and wanted to be overly thanked and had to remind me of a few memories that I wasn’t interested in re-living. However after his fun with me he did get the appreciation he had been waiting for 30 years later. Most don’t have their parents at this age but I thank God that he has allowed me to have this time with mine and would not trade it for anything in the world. If they had not been hard on me then it is for certain that I would have never been living the life that I’m privileged to live for others.
God Bless You.
A group of us Christians were gathered together in a bible study and the question came up as to what were some of the idols are in our life. There were many wonderful answers around the room that got us to thinking deeper. I always felt like my idol was the iPhone. But a few hours later after the class had been dismissed the question still was rattling around in my head and I came to the conclusion my idol was really “image”. Not the kind of image of how pretty we can make ourselves look but the image we create for others to believe when in reality we are something else. I want to be loved and accepted and to even appear to live perfect without stumbling but not at the cost of hindering my faith. The truth is I fail daily.
Everyone has a battleground that the enemy will meet us on. There is something that I have battled for a long time over and over that the enemy will not let go. He continues to try different tactics to cause further weakening. Call it “sin” call it whatever but yes it is a battle that the enemy finally gained enough ground to make it that much harder to overcome. I had prayed about it many times and even prayed as I fell into his trap. Does is matter what I did? No. Many people would say “Oh, that’s nothing, why would that be so bad?” But to me it was a big deal just as much as it would have been a big deal for the early Christians to eat the meat that had been previously offered as sacrifices. And then to make it worse it happened right before leaving for church. But you know what? I’m not happy about the failure but am thankful for the great lesson to be learned and blessing the Lord had for me.
On the way to church the enemy was doing the victory dance and having his great jubilee of screaming and laughing in my head of the failure. As the tears were streaming down my cheeks and thoughts running through my head on how I brought shame to the Lord. I prayed for forgiveness but the enemy challenged that as well and continued to recall it to memory over and over. No matter what, I was still going to church and serve him in spite of it all. When I walked into that door the overwhelming presence of love, grace and mercy called out from the cross. The songs they sang took on a deeper meaning to me and healing began. The bleeding lamb set before us to be offered so that we can be made alive and whole again. Power from God Almighty was there and in his presence he offered forgiveness and reconciliation. Deep love from Christ the Lord reached down and spoke from his word “Neither do I condemn you, go and sin no more.” Even though that will be another battle for us to replay our sins over again and again in our minds we must gain the victory that God does not even remember it and has cast it away as far as the east is from the west. He has already won the battle for us.
So for my life I want for my idol to be the “Image” of Christ Jesus. To be filled with his holy spirit, to bear the fruits of his love, peace, joy, longsuffering, being tender hearted to others and forgiving them just as Christ has forgiven me. Good godly and well-meaning people put so much pressure on each other to have a perfect walk with the Lord that we begin to live for each other instead of living for God. That is a living image or an “Idol” or my “sin” rather that I create for others and make them into the idol I worship instead of what we should do is live for God and be servants to each other.
God bless you all.