Have you ever been too afraid to ask for help? Ashamed that you purposefully hid from encountering the pastor’s wife in your sweatpants and unwashed hair at the grocery store? Anxious about truthfully answering the dreaded question, “How ARE you?”
One of the reasons I think we feel these ways sometimes is because we desire others to have an exalted view of ourselves. We strive to keep up the appearance of being Pinterest Perfect so that other people will like us, accept us, or at the very least think we aren’t a hot mess!
Keeping up the charade of being perpetually wonderful is not only exhausting, but will persist in keeping others and God at a continual distance.
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.