Preaching Truth to My Heart

Preaching Truth to My Heart

Justification

No matter what comes my way
I cannot stop trying.
Trying to be
Strong enough,
Beautiful enough,
Smart enough…
I am not enough.

But that is precisely why Jesus came.
He is
More powerful than any doubt,
More dazzling than any treasure,
More intelligent than any plan.
It is not about trying but trusting
For He is enough.

“Therefore since we have justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.” Romans 5:1

Reconciliation

Broken.
No matter what I do
I end up hurting or being hurt,
If anyone could see the true color of my heart
They would turn a cold shoulder and never look back.

But Jesus never turned His back.
He faced betrayal so I could know acceptance.
He became broken so my heart could be made whole.
He loved me to the end so I can love others without end.

“For if while we were enemies we were reconciled to God by the death of His Son, much more, now that we are reconciled shall we be saved by His life.” Romans 5:10

Regeneration

My heart is made of stone.
Unpenetrable.
Cold.
Unchanging.
Will the fears of my soul always have control?
Not if I give control to You.
You remove the stone and replace it with joyful obedience.
Now I can follow You in
Peace
Joy
Faith
With a heart full of hope.
I’m no longer paralyzed by “what if’s” but comforted by what is.

“He saved us, not because of works done by us in righteousness, but according to His own mercy, by the washing of regeneration and renewal of the Holy Spirit.” Titus 3:5

Redemption

I can’t get out,
The trap of my sin enslaves me.
Every inch forward brings two steps back.
I cannot beat this master.

But Jesus can.
He became the very sin I hate to set me free.
He abolished slavery, giving me not just hope,
But a home.
I forever have a seat at the Father’s table,
Because my Savior Jesus welcomes me.

“Christ redeemed us from the curse of the law by becoming a curse for us…” Galatians 3:13

“For I know that God paid a ransom to save you from the empty life you inherited from your ancestors. And it was not paid with mere gold or silver, which lose their value.” I Peter 1:18

Pride’s Pesky Perfectionism

Pride’s Pesky Perfectionism

Every facet of life (work, responsibilities, relationships) brings its own stress, but some of us put an exorbitant amount of pressure on ourselves in every, and I mean every, area. Why do we do that?

That’s a question I have been asking myself a lot lately. Why do I put SO much pressure on myself to hit deadlines, follow up with every email, and stay on top of all my tasks? Why do I only feel really good about my to-do list if I can get a little bit ahead (overachiever alert)?

Instead of just saying “Oh my goodness, I feel overwhelmed” I think we have to dig a bit deeper. Yes, certain seasons may be uncharacteristically hard for reasons far beyond our control (family illness, job layoffs, etc.), but those aren’t the scenarios I am zeroing in on.

I am talking about the everyday pressures that add up over time, and before we know it we feel over our heads, frantic, and unsure of our next steps – we spiral fast! We form ongoing mental dialogues and create insurmountable narratives that leave us exhausted and hopeless.

Why We Carry the Weight of the World On Our Shoulders

If I can’t keep up, I don’t have worth. 

There’s one line in the song “Surface Pressure” from Encanto that, since I’ve watched this movie many times with my nieces, sticks out to me every time. “I’m pretty sure I’m worthless if I can’t be of service.” While it may sound dramatic, I teared up the first time I heard it because that’s so often my mentality. I just don’t want to admit it, to myself or others.

If I don’t do this perfectly, “they” are going to be so disappointed in me. 

It’s easy to get off track because serving others and staying on top of responsibilities are admirable actions, right? Yes, but somewhere along the way, we start becoming the solution to everyone’s problem. Sometimes I think our fear goes deeper than we realize: If I don’t go above and beyond, I won’t be seen.

If I don’t work REALLY hard (run myself into the ground), I am not trying hard enough. 

Busyness does not equal significance, but we wear it like a badge. This can stem from a lack of saying “No” to things. God calls us to be faithful, not the Energizer bunny. Sometimes being busy is easier in the moment because then we don’t have to deal with our own hearts. Are we angry about a situation? Disappointment in a friend? Trying to avoid making some important life decisions?

All three lines of thought overlap. Do you see the main commonality in all of them? Each fear places the self at the center. And when we try to be self-sufficient saviors to our daily problems, we feel weighed down.

What Does This Show About Our Theology?

At first this question might seem like a leap but stick with me. When we follow the narratives above, we are inherently saying what we believe about God in that moment. And this is sobering.

If I can’t keep up, I don’t have worth = My identity in Christ is not sufficient.

God has given us all roles, in our jobs, families, friendships, and even in the gifts He’s given us. However, when we begin to tie our identity to any one of those, we are setting ourselves up for failure.

If I don’t do this perfectly, they will be so disappointed in me = The opinion of people matters more than God’s. 

Colossians 3:3 tells us our life is hidden in Christ. In Ephesians 1, Paul tells us how believers are chosen and adopted into God’s family. That is where our security stems from, at least should. That doesn’t negate the importance of working hard or investing intentionally in people. It does take away the angst of trying to keep up with the unrealistic expectations we put on ourselves. We cannot be more accepted than. we already are in Christ.

Does the opinion of a person matter more than God’s? If so, we will always be swinging for the fences. Praise and encouragement have their place (Hebrews 10:24-25), however, if we aim to please people (the exact opposite of 2 Cor 5:9), other imperfect broken people, our efforts will never be enough. Yet we still try, and before we know it, we are putting our talents into a vending machine that never gives us what we ask for. 

His delight is not in the strength of the horse, nor His pleasure in the legs of a man, but the LORD takes pleasure in those who fear Him, in those who hope in His steadfast love. 

Psalm 147:10-11

If I don’t work really hard, I am not trying enough = Christ’s work wasn’t sufficient. 

The lives of believers are to be marked by peace, as Paul so beautifully states.

And let the peace that comes from Christ rule in your hearts. For as members of one body you are called to live in peace. And always be thankful. 

Colossians 3:15.

The peace that comes from Christ stems from the life He lived for us. When we complain, He lived in joyful obedience. When we doubt, He trusted His Father completely. When we selfishly choose our own way, He sacrificed His life. When we fear we will keep failing, He rose from the dead to show He was greater than our sin. That’s where peace comes from.

And the work of Christ is complete, nothing can be added or subtracted from the sufficiency of His sacrifice.

Unlike those other high priests, he does not need to offer sacrifices every day. They did this for their own sins first and then for the sins of the people. But Jesus did this once and for all when he offered himself as the sacrifice for the people’s sins.

Hebrews 7:27

In each lie, we are forgetting Who God is, and, in some shape or form, trying to be the solution to all our problems. That’s when the pride of perfectionism sneaks in.  But the position of Messiah has already been filled, and it’s not us!

So how do we fight the pesky pride of perfectionism? We press in and know our God better. As J.I. Packer said in Knowing God:

There is no peace like the peace of those whose minds are possessed with full assurance that they have known God, and God has known them, and that this relationship guarantees God’s favor to them in life, through death and on forever.

Elizabeth Part Two

Elizabeth Part Two

At the sixth-month mark, there was no hiding it,
Everyone could tell I was with child.
I was nervous to go out, I admit.
Some women clapped and smiled,
Others looked confused and surprised
(their faces made me laugh just a bit).
I cherished those five months alone, but—
I realized others needed to see
Yahweh’s faithfulness wasn’t just for me.

And while I received encouragement from friends
No one could quite relate until—
Until Mary walked through my door.
Then my soul began to celebrate.
I was not alone in the blessing I bore!
The greatness of this story was about to extend,
And at the sound of sweet Mary’s voice,
The son in my womb kicked and rejoiced.

It’s hard to put into words
Because I know it sounds a little absurd.
But in that instant, I knew,
My son would prepare the way for the One Mary bore
Our people’s hope was about to come true.

God chose another unlikely woman
To receive His undeserved favor.
I reveled in His kindness once again.
As this mystery unfolded, her faith never wavered.

The three months she stayed in my care
I count as precious memories without compare.
It was almost as if she was my own,
A daughter who needed comfort in the unknown.
Many wouldn’t understand,
Undoubtedly, rumors would grow secondhand,

But I cherished hearing her recount the news
of the most heavenly meeting
And the grace-filled greeting,
Which no one could refuse.
The Son of the Most High
Would be born to the Jews.
Yahweh both heard and answered our cries.

Mary’s faith challenged my own
Reciting prophets, covenants, and psalmists,
The Word formed her very backbone.
And her countenance was calmest
When she sang her praise-filled song.
God’s purpose had been there all along.

Elizabeth Part One

Elizabeth Part One

Growing up, I was well-known,
Being from the line of Aaron
Every marriage and birth was a celebrated milestone;
No one ever breathed the word “barren.”

When Zechariah and I married,
We spoke of our hopes and dream,
Even how many years would pass between
Each boy and girl I would wean.

Of course, the first boy would be Zechariah,
Then we thought of Elijah and Josiah,
Boys who would learn the prophecies of the Messiah.
And then Abigail, Deborah, even Hannah,
Girls who’d learn how God provided with divine manna.

But when ten years of marriage passed,
Sadness and fear loomed more and more.
Could barrenness be what God had in store?
That’s the question I never wanted to ask:
What had I done wrong?
I tried to follow His ways all along.

Each morning we knelt on our knees,
Begging Yahweh to hear our plea.
As I waited, I thought of our people
Longing for the Deliverer to set us free.

From others, I hid my tears of lament.
Yet I wondered at the LORD’s intent.
Would I trust the hand of my God
When everything in life seemed terribly flawed?
Every day I had a choice:
To live in despair or listen to truth preached from the prophets of old.
Would I believe all they foretold?

I did my best to make peace with my lot,
Tried not to let the looks of pity or judgment pierce.
Still—
Some days I felt like God’s blind spot.

The Maker does things just as He ought.
The clay cannot say “Why did you make me this pot?”
Though, my people have a history of that very thinking.
So when my sisters welcomed grandchildren home
Yahweh’s promises kept me from sinking.
Even as tears welled when I sat all alone

When Zechariah came home that day,
I knew something extraordinary had occurred.
He grabbed his tablet to display
The message from Gabriel, every single word.

As I read “Elizabeth will bear a son,”
My heart was completely undone.
What if our waiting hadn’t been misplaced?
What if our delays would bring unspeakable grace?
(verse slide)
After a few months, it became clear
The impossible was our reality,
God was melting away my fear
And hope came to life that year.

I kept to myself for a few months more,
Delighting in the unfolding of this wondrous gift.
I felt God’s favor like never before,
The clouds of silence were about to lift.

The Friendship I Like Best

The Friendship I Like Best

There’s a story that stands out from the rest.
And it’s one I like to hear best,
For never was there a friendship like Naomi and Ruth,
Founded on acts of selflessness and truth.

Doubt led the family to sojourn far
From the land of their own community.
The promises of Yahweh felt below par,
And faithless disobedience sowed disunity.
They abandoned all they knew,
Somehow hoping to make do.

While doing right in their own eyes,
Ruth joined this family in distress,
Not knowing how she would impact their lives
With her bold, unmatched kindness.

Then, heartache struck without end,
One by one, their men were no more.
Without children to depend and defend,
Barrenness was the gift God had in store.

Yet Ruth did not melt in despair.
Instead of fretting about a new mate,
She committed her life to Naomi’s care,
Trusting Yahweh would see to their fate.
Bitterness nor silence changed her mind.
She knew what to do with her time.

Unassuming and unnoticed, she walked out the door.
God-fearing trust led her to the field,
Believing someone would heed the law for the poor,
She had no idea the harvest Providence would yield.

Boaz took notice of her tireless labor
And provided for her mother-in-law’s care.
Her obedience gained this man’s favor,
Yet they were both unaware
How their unlikely conversation
Would bring hope to countless generations.

At this news, Naomi’s bitterness turned aside,
Perhaps Yahweh had not forsaken her forever.
With Ruth, she began to converse and confide
As God began to weave all the pieces together.

This time Naomi stepped out with determination,
Seeking rest and comfort for her dear friend.
“All you say I will do” Ruth replied, no hesitation.
Then all that unfolds is hard to comprehend.

Boaz became her cherished husband,
Carrying on the name of the deceased.
A man of character on whom she could depend,
For God’s handiwork had never ceased.

All the details lined up just right.
Naomi’s friendship with her daughter-in-law
Showed God’s redemption had never been out of sight.
The union of this couple had the whole town in awe.

Naomi helped Ruth find her new home,
Where she took on the roles of wife and mother.
The whole family experienced God’s shalom.
Truly, their friendship was like no other.

God’s redemption felt hidden behind the clouds.
Dark days that seemed to never end.
But God had a purpose in what He allowed,
His harvest is one that transcends
Every doubt we conceive
And every trial we grieve.

This is the beauty of their story,
Their friendship revealed God’s glory.
For He is the Friend that stands out from all the rest
He is the one who loves each of us best.