Saturday, March 3, 2012

New Day, New Perspective

Lets leave our facades at the door. As women we have all struggled with feelings of insecurity or inadequacy at some point in our lives. At some point we have all felt like we weren’t right, weren’t enough or would never fit in. Society tells us that these feelings are completely normal, that we can never measure up to the airbrushed version of perfection that is fashionable this week, but the fact that we listen to society says that we don’t truly understand our worth. The only credential that we need and ever will need is that we are a masterful work of art made by the most famous artist of all time. 
It is so easy to look at any media outlet and try to let the person you see be the one you measure yourself against, but that is not what God has for us. He wants and expects so much more. He created us in his image and said that we were wonderful, therefore it should be easy to feel that way right? But it isn’t, it is one of the most difficult things to do. To accept your own worth and strive to reach the height of your potential can be a scary thing. As I am writing these words I am stepping out in faith to say that someday I will be able to accept my own worth and not find myself to be lacking, but full of bright potential to fulfill my maker’s plan. 
I am going to take a look at some biblical examples of the character of a Godly woman, and find my peers here instead of looking to the lies that undermine and undercut our confidence and character. 
Eve- Now Eve gets a harsh rap because she sinned the very first sin in a perfect world. But what can we look to her for? What aspect of her character can I cling to? To me the comforting fact is that Eve was redeemed. 
Eve was created for Adam. She was made to lighten his load in life and to be his companion. She made his everyday life less lonely and through her womb, she gave birth to the continuation of the human race. She only had one thing that she was told not to do. She was not to eat the fruit from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. Why? I cannot begin to comprehend the full reason why God didn’t want them to eat of that tree, but I am venturing the guess that since the world was simply made up of good things for them, God didn’t want them to know evil. I chose to see the tree more as a protective measure our Father put in place for his children than an impossible test of human curiosity. Well, Eve fell and ate the fruit, persuading Adam to eat it as well. Her perfect world crumbled and she was banished from the only home she had ever known. She was told birth would be a painful process and that she would never again be able to go back into the perfect garden that had been her reference point in the world. Eve messed up, but even in messing up, could not thwart God’s plan. Eve introduced sin, but through that introduction we get a clear picture of God’s perfect and undeserved grace. Without sin, would we understand the depth of the precious gift that is grace? I don’t think so. Many people look to David as a picture of grace. He fell in committing adultery with Bathsheba, but Eve took the first fall. Eve fell before she had ever seen anyone fall. She is the one who figured out how to get up and get back. In the story of Eve’s fall I get a better picture of Grace and the determination of a woman who had no earthly role model to look too. She accomplished her purpose even after making a mistake. She defined herself by what God saw in her and what her perfect mate, the man she was created for saw in her. That is the aspect of her character I wish to emulate. Letting the right things define me, despite and though my mistakes. If Eve can pick herself up, so can I. I can accomplish my purpose despite my flaws. I can be useful even with my mistakes.  So that is what I am praying for you and myself. That we would ask God to forgive our sin, forgive ourselves our sin, pick ourselves up and continue on our path, seeking God’s will and being continually defined and redefined by our master and maker.

Friday, March 2, 2012

Tray

Today is a hard day. Yesterday, a friend so full of life and potential, had his life cut short by someone who wasn't paying attention. I am saddened by the loss of a friend and left with the feeling of shock and confusion that seem to reign when the unexpected permiates my world. I am comforted however, in the fact that Tray did pay attention.
He paid attention to his family. The Vickerys are one of the closest families I know. They have been such a help to our church and community because they are the people who are always striving to help others, know others, and obey God's will in their lives. They have also sought to know each other. They love each other for all the quirks, flaws, and gifts each one possesses. I am comforted in the fact that Tray both loved fiercely and was fiercely loved.
Tray also paid attention to his God. I was blessed to get to go on mission trips to the Dominican Republic with Tray. He loved working with the kids we went to serve. On several occasions I would look over and see Tray bent down to talk to a child, or pick one up to bring them to his level. He, in the example of Christ, seemed to get down on people's level, or bring them up to his, to talk to them. He bridged the gap and covered the distance to reach the people who needed him. I was blessed to get to see him working to be the hands and feet of the God he loved and served.
Tray paid attention to his community. His family has taken to saying that he was "everyone's Tray" and he was. I don't know that I ever really saw Tray alone. He was always surrounded by family and friends. He loved people of all ages, and took true enjoyment in being part of the picture. He helped where help was needed, brought laughter to those who needed joy, and was a true friend to many. He looked at and listened to the world around him and actively took part.
I am sad today. I will be sad tomorrow. I lost a friend, but I know that my friend is with my God. My friend is happy and whole and complete. My friend will never know the pain of loss, the sting of defeat, or the ache of lonliness again. So, while Tray will be dearly missed, I can rejoice in the fact that while here, he lived in a way that impacted others. He made a difference. Don't we all want the same to be said of us? I'm going to take a leaf from Tray's book and start paying more attention to the things that matter and letting all the rest of the insignificant mess go. May we all be able to live a little more like Tray in the days to come.