Thursday, August 31, 2006

fresh flowers for Aug 31

It's All About Him
copyright 2006, lani wiens
a fresh flowers original

Having six children gives me a great opportunity to observe and learn about different personalities and their individual needs. I have in my menagerie:

- one intense child with a low frustration tolerance who can be very oppositional and defiant, this same child is very hospitable, generous and compassionate
- one mostly quiet child who keeps himself busy with little outside involvement but tends to give others control over his life, he is extremely inquisitive and when he wants your attention it is hard to ignore him - his voice can resemble a foghorn at times
- one child who is helpful and cheerful most of the time but when crossed can be mean and viscious, greatly concerned for the welfare of younger siblings so long as they don't take what she wants
- one clown who is stubborn as the day is long, this one is very difficult to peg down to a pattern and keeps us guessing and laughing and panicking over what he might do next
- one very helpful child who can be extremely responsible one minute and extremely irresponsible the next, easily distracted on some things and hard to break his focus on others, doesn't really care what people think of somethings and very concerned on others, a child of the pendulum swing
- We've yet to discover the personality intricacies of the baby.

Much of my time is spent just trying to keep one step ahead of this crew. I fail quite often. It seems like too much a lot of the time. Realizing how difficult it is to predict and/or meet the needs of these six individuals, how does God manage the world, not to mention the vast multitudes of the unseen host of heaven and hell? While I can sometimes guess right as to what my children need at any given moment I'm right a very small percent of the time. Our God is never wrong! He gets it right the first time every time. That is mind boggling. He quiets my anxious heart, he comforts me, he puts something funny in my path to cheer me up, he challenges me when I get lazy. And he doesn't get tired of it. All he asks is that we seek him first.

I'm afraid I'm too often like my little clown. One night I was singing to him with a vain hope that he might actually go to sleep. He had no intention of going to sleep and kept up a litany of things he'd rather be doing. I sang anyway. I was part way through, "Jesus, Lover of My Soul" when I hear him mutter, "That's a stupid song." I wasn't shocked quiet, I kept singing and then started laughing. It struck my funny bone so hard I couldn't stop. The chorus goes like this, "It's all about you, Jesus. And all this is for you..." Know wonder he thought it was stupid, he wanted it to be about him and he was mad that it wasn't. I want it to be all about me a lot of the time, too. I get uptight trying to figure everyone out every day and get them what they need and then get to feeling like know one's takin' care of me. Where does this thinking get me? No where but down in the dumps. My focus has gone from seeking him first to seeking how to get myself first. But God in heaven has already seen my frustration and his answer is on the way before I have even prayed.

All of this really is for him. All the wiping of noses, cooking of meals, planning of days and moments is for him. It really isn't about me, it's about teaching my kids to see his glory and his fame. So I'll get back on my knees and ask for a little help in figuring out these six creatures and leave the rest up to him.

4 comments:

BayouMaMa2 said...

Lani,

This has blessed me. In the quiet of the morning...before my 2 BayouBoys rise, shine, and start hollaring for their breakfast...I'm feeling like I can face the day.

BayouBaby had been sick and I came down with something also and was just discouraged with the house and all the demands made on me...even when I'm not feeling up to meet them.

One of the first verses I memorized when I became a Christian was "seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness: and all these things shall be added unto you."

The other was "and we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them that are called according to His purpose."

Your post brought me back to an earlier time in my walk...when all I had were these 2 verses hidden in my heart to hold me up. Back to my college days when I never opened a text book, until I spent a little time first in my Bible. Back when I didn't do anything without "seeking Him first"...knowing that He was working everything out for my good because I loved Him and tried with all my heart to put nothing before Him.

Your post rekindled my love for my Lord. I seriously can't wait to get off of this computer and sit down with my Bible and spend time in His Presence. Who knew that when you typed it out...how much it would minister to this sister on the bayou?

Thanks Lani! {{{HUGS!}}}

flowerlady said...

I am humbled that these words would have such an impact and grateful that they did. You have convicted me dear sister...thank you for your comments.

BayouMaMa2 said...

After I read your post this morning, I read my Bible and today's Elisabeth Eliot devotion. It is so in line with what you wrote I that I couldn't wait for school to be done so that I could share it with you.

Here it is (the last paragraph is the part that really hit home for me.)

Volunteer Slaves
By Elisabeth Elliot

"Slave" is not a word most of us nowadays feel comfortable with. It is significant that most modern Bible translations use "servant" instead. For a slave is not his own, has no rights whatsoever, is not in charge of what happens to him, makes no choices about what he will do or how he is to serve, is not recognized, appreciated, thanked or even (except by his absence) noticed at all.

Once we give up our slavery to the world, which is a cruel master indeed, to become Christ's bondslave, we live out our servitude to Him by glad service to others. This volunteer slavery cannot be taken advantage of--we have chosen to surrender everything for love. It is a wholly different thing from forced labor. It is in fact the purest joy when it is most unobserved, most unself-conscious, most simple, most freely offered.

Lord, break the chains that hold me to myself; free me to be your happy slave--that is, to be the happy foot-washer of anyone today who needs his feet washed, his supper cooked, his faults overlooked, his work commended, his failure forgiven, his griefs consoled, or his button sewed on. Let me not imagine that my love for You is very great if I am unwilling to do for a human being something very small.

Nin said...

Wow...
powerful post, powerful comment...
Isn't it just like God to stick a bunch of people who are very different from eachother in one house to all learn from eachother?
I can barely keep up with who I am in the midst of home buying, pregnancy and the letting go of my little one to school...let alone try and keep track of who everyone else is! lol. Looking forward to this season passing, when I will have normal hormone levels :) but at the same time, am hoping I can be thankful for this season, and rest in this time of resting. (as we all know, the resting will be very over, very soon)