“Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God–this is your true and proper worship.”
As a woman living in strange times, I can feel a bit lost.
where do I fit in?
a part of me, more and more, is realizing the need to accept the fact that everyone isn’t going to like me. and they don’t need to.
the Grammar Nazis don’t need to like me. the people who would be offended I used the word “Nazis” do not need to like me.
the people frightened by our new administration do not need to like me. the girl i sat by in high school band does not need to like me.
(I logged into Facebook for a while, can you tell?)
even my family doesn’t need to like me all the time. I want my husband and children to like me, and they do, but even if they didn’t, it would be okay.
I am not alive to please these people.
God, however, is a different story. I want God to be pleased me with me. And I don’t just want God’s approval, I need it. I need to know that God is pleased with me. My entire and eternal life depends on it.
my inner Lutheran immediately wants to respond. “Rebekah, don’t get self-righteous. don’t you know you can’t please God? God is pleased with you because you are reconciled to God by the blood of Christ Jesus.”
To which I reply by giving my inner Lutheran a great big hug and say, “Thank you, inner Lutheran. I love you so much. This is why I need you in my life.”
Then I’m asking my dear inner Lutheran to hear me out a minute and give me a chance to talk this through. and if there are Lutherans out there who would have a problem with me wanting to please God, this too is okay.
the Lutherans don’t need to like me–not even the ones i would care about most.
(wow, I needed to say that.)
I serve only one Master. I have one Father, one Brother, one Helper–the Triune God of heaven and earth. He is the reason I breathe and the reason I have breath. My life is devoted to His Highness, to His service.
The home is my place of service. I used to think this made me a better person. I don’t think this anymore. It only makes me a blessed one. I feel so privileged to be able to raise my children and build a home with my husband.
Home is where God has placed me. Home is what God has given me.
If I am not concerned about more outside things at this point in my life, that is okay. I don’t need to be a pacifist and I don’t need to become an activist. This gives me all the more time and attention to give to what is most important.
Eventually, I want to speak from more than just desire.
I want to speak from experience.