This past Sunday, the Ladies Bible Study I am a part of talked about sin. Particularly the pull we all face to sin, and what we can do or are doing to resist that temptation.
We looked at the life of Joseph in Genesis 39, when he enters Potiphar’s house in Egypt as a slave, and is so incredibly faithful with every task that his master ends up putting Joseph in charge of all he has. (This should also be the testimony of Christians in whatever God calls us to: faithful, trustworthy and hardworking.)
Then comes the temptation. This time taking the form of Potiphar’s wife, who boldly asks Joseph to come to bed with her and sin. The Bible tells us he not only refused her advances once, but “as she spoke to Joseph day after day, he would not listen to her, to lie beside her or to be with her,” Genesis 39:10.
It is hard enough to resist temptation once, but to do it day after day? This was a battle Joseph was prepared to fight.
I wonder if we are?
Are you an introvert or an extrovert? More phlegmatic or sanguine? An ESTJ or an INFP on the Briggs-Myers scale?
Did you know that you can bring glory to God no matter what your personality type?
It’s true! There is not one personality bent that is more godly than another, and we would do well to not categorize them that way.
“I’m 11 now and will be 12 next month. Right now I am sitting on my bed because mom got mad at me and sent me to my room. I’m supposed to be sleeping, but I’m not. I’m just so mad at mom!”
Those emotional words were written by little-7th-grade-me on November 23, 1997 according to the Mickey and Minnie Mouse Diary recently rediscovered while sorting through some boxes in the garage.
Confession: I Have been an anxious mess the last few weeks.
Shootings. Hate. Uncertainty. Hunger. Political unrest. Confusion and tragedy.
You can add these to the list things that aren’t being reported and commented on every 15 seconds: Cancer. Conflict between friends. Loss of a job. Change. Sickness. Worry and weariness.
At night, I lie awake and wonder what will happen tomorrow? Will I be prepared?
Did you know the year is half over already? That’s right! There are only 6 months left in 2016!
In January, I set a goal to read 2 books a month, and by Gods’ grace, I have exceeded that goal, with a whopping 16 books read in the last 6 months. (WHAT?!!)
Everything I have ever read about goal setting encourages you to break down large goals into smaller action steps. Those seemingly small steps are easier to manage, and almost magically add up, getting you closer and closer to the BIG ONE. A little momentum keeps you motivated to continue pressing on towards what you want, and then BAM! you have read 16 books in 6 months, which sounds just crazy to me to even type out.
It is easy to forget that we need each other. That we weren’t meant to live this life alone. And then sometimes we look at the people we are surrounded with and can wish that we were by ourselves!
Relationships are probably one of the most highly rewarding and yet exceedingly confusing parts of this life. (Can I get an AMEN?!) And friendships seem to be at the top of the I-wish-I-had-them-but-not-sure-how-to-get-them wish list for women.
This week, the Bible study workbook I am doing with a group of ladies at church asked us to describe the image that comes to mind when we hear the word “overflow.”
The author wrote this, “ water gurgling up from various underground mineral springs in the beautiful Canadian Rocky Mountains.” **
This is what I wrote, “Ack! Not the toilet again!!”
My close second was, “This is why mommy doesn’t let you pour your own juice.”
In any case, the word overflow means that something is spilling over because the container is filled beyond its capacity. The question is, what is spilling over?
Ever see a withered plant? Shriveled leaves. Droopy stems. You can almost hear the thirsty plant cry out “Water! Water!”
Each year our garden tends to look like this when I neglect to remember to water it. (Sorry tomatoes!)
Our souls can end up suffering this way as well. Withering beneath the hot sun of hardship. Leaves shriveled up from going too long without refreshment. Stems drooping toward the earth, weak from carrying the burdens of this life.
The eve of summer is upon us. We eagerly anticipate warmer, slower days. An end to the hustle of homework and schoolwork that leaves room for more leisurely activities (maybe).
At our house, the last day of first grade commenced last week, and so we have seen an expansion in the time allotted to…something.
We are only on day three of “summer break”, and yesterday the kids chattily confessed to Daddy the shocking amount of Netflix Mommy let them watch all day instead of the usual “no TV time until after school” rule. ;- /
Yesterday, I yelled at my kids. My throat hurt afterwards, and my son ended up underneath our school table crying while my daughter screamed back how much she didn’t like “mean mom.”
I meant everything I said about how they needed to pick up after themselves, stop quarreling and show some more appreciation and gratitude. But I wasn’t just overwhelmed with them. The dirty dishes, the demands of life, the problems of other people, my own inadequacies and the fear of not being enough were all crashing around my mind and crushing at my soul.
Have you ever been there?
Overwhelmed with a million different things? Beaten down simultaneously by the sameness of your life as well as the ever-moving tide of change?