Do you ever question why you’re doing what you’re doing? Why are you compelled to wake up on Sunday mornings, struggle through the process of finding missing shoes, digging through the bathroom basket for that pink hair bow, and changing your clothes for the fifth time? Coffee seems weaker on Sunday mornings, this is usually when I realize how unorganized my home is and by the time I sit down in the front seat of my car, I ask myself, why am I doing this? Why am I willing to go through ALL this trouble so that I can hand my kids off to Sunday School teachers and so that I can sit down in a room full of ladies to study on big words like redemption, salvation, and justification? Come on ladies, you can add to this list or pray for me because I am in the trenches of the struggle.
So as I sought out Scriptures, YouTube videos, Blog posts, Vimeo, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and textbooks from my years at Liberty University, I came to this staggering conclusion. As a Mama to six, a Mimi to 3, wife, child of God, a leader in my church, and blogging community, I do what I do for several reasons:
- I am full of sin. That means that left to my own devices, I will and have made an utter mess of my life and I have the ability to impact the lives of everyone around me, whether that be positive or negative.
- There was a Sunday 17 years ago that I came to the end of myself and although I didn’t realize what becoming a Christian would entail, I somehow knew more than anything that I needed to trust Jesus.
- Being a redeemed believer in Jesus is a process. One that I will forever on this side of the dirt be walking, running, and crawling through.
- I have learned that unless I commit on purpose to read, study, and pray over those words written in black and red, then I will invite the adversary to torture me with my lack of knowledge of the Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit.
- The church that I am in is the same church I was saved in. It is there that I am part of the body of Christ Jesus. I am reminded as I am nearing 40 that if my foot fails me, walking will be a challenge or impossible and I am hindered by its failure to function effectively. So, as a part of that body, I realize the importance of my full, 100% efforts in working diligently toward sharing the Gospel of Jesus.
- I am also reminded that I can look around the Sanctuary on Sunday mornings and complain about the lack of attendance, or the worship team not choosing the songs I prefer, or how no one ever does anything and you have a certain group of people that does everything. But really? How has that been working for us so far?
- Then the Holy Spirit, being Who He is, with a fierce gentleness says to me, “Jesus did not die on the cross of Calvary for your glory and comfort. When Jesus walked on this planet, He had one goal, the will of The Father.”
- One last ‘stop in my tracks’ revelation, because I know the Gospel of Jesus Christ, I know that when someone is absent from the body, they are in one of two places: heaven or hell. It is not a suggestion to go spread the Gospel if you feel up to it; it is a command to go spread the Gospel especially when your flesh doesn’t feel like it! We are told in Acts 1:8 that when the Holy Spirit comes upon us that we are to be His witness, telling people about Him (Jesus) everywhere. In our communities, in our states, in our country, even to the ends of the earth.
So, when I wake up tomorrow, and I don’t feel like going to church because Bubba pulls his Sissy’s hair, or when my husband uses a tone that makes my blood boil, and especially when I see the littlest step on a banana that the dog was eating on my new carpet. I will remember that none of this will amount to anything. I will intentionally set aside a time of worship, fellowship, and study with other struggling believers; they are part of the body of Christ just like me. They probably had the thought cross their minds on Sunday morning that it would be easier to pull the covers over their heads and stay home too. There are many reasons people are not serving in their church, it could be due to a lack of knowing or even desiring the will of the Father but just maybe it’s us… we as brother’s and sister’s in Christ have voiced our fleshly complaints with worldly language on every social media outlet and with unbridled tongues we have used this speech as a way to be humorous, lash out our frustrations, and all the while, instead of drawing others to Christ, we may be chasing them away with our knowing the Father’s will but choosing our own.
I am thankful Jesus loved the Father’s will more than His own. It is because of what He did on the cross, I am forgiven, I am a partaker of His grace and His mercy. Thank you Jesus for loving this mess.
Till next time!
Chasing His Will,