Fearing people is a dangerous trap,
But to trust the LORD means safety.
Doesn’t it always come back to this?
To put my hand in His and let Him be the one to lead.
To trust His judgment.
And don’t we all struggle with just this?
This need to learn how to purposely choose to look at His face whenever I worry about what’s maybe right and what might be wrong?
To look to Him for approval instead of letting the approval of people be my guide?
Just a little while ago I was in Albania sitting across from a new friend, a woman being braver than most, willing to go against the grain that constrains the women there.
She told me about all those years when communism reigned and having nothing was normal— no beauty, no luxury, not enough food, not enough of anything.
And so women just cleaned. Because their homes were not pretty, they made sure they were clean. Cleaner than anyone else’s. Women mopped and shined and wiped meticulously, endlessly. And then they apologized for anything less than perfect and limited themselves, lest anyone see so much as a smudge.
And they’re still doing it now while working and buying and saving and educating and cooking the most delicious and time intensive meals I’d ever eaten.
And my friend has decided not to go along with that pressure. She won’t be defined by the hygienics of her shower.
She has stuff to do, important stuff.
So she’s writing instead of scrubbing; children’s bible stories, a blog for young mothers, another for Albanian families, an online magazine. And she’s gathering women to study Scripture, to search for wisdom about raising their children in post-communist, still-atheist Albania.
Edi is my hero—she’s bold, she’s beautiful.
And Edi has mastered something I’m just beginning to learn— that to fear God we women must deliberately ignore the disapproval of our sisters and mothers and magazines and friends.
We must choose instead to think long and hard, to ponder all alone just what it is that the LORD is asking of us.
To wear the clothes that fit, and toss out those wishful thinking styles that bind our souls too tight.
But how? Other than letting ourselves get all hard and cold and defiant, how in the world can we act on this?
Here’s my list for me…
- To not try to do it all.
- To tell the truth.
- To be satisfied with who we are and then be free to enjoy our sisters who aren’t like us at all.
- To do what only I can do and not try to do more.
- To smile and have fun and hole up in quiet corners all by myself just because I crave that.
- To wear glitter when grey is more the style.
I am learning… slowly. And so are you. We’ll get this eventually.
From my heart,
Isaiah 51:7… so much wisdom
repost from Nov. 2012