it's harder for me to write things that are closer to the 'core' now that many more of you know me as a friend, a classmate, even as a teacher (hi j!:) and have seen me outside this window. but i must do what i feel ought to do... and that is to share. as i literally cut and paste the next few paragraphs from what was written for my own record, please take it as a request for prayer if you're a believer, or read it over as a deeper look into me and that which has been consuming my thoughts as of late. and those of you who's been following up with these blogs know that this may disappear when i wake up one morning and say, 'why in the world did i do that for?"
blogger and i have a true love-and-hate relationship.
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(written after tonight's dinner hosted by medical doctor christians.)
I’ve been compromising much more than I knew.
somone said to change “from being successful to being significant…” quoting howard hendericks.
I was too focused on being successful which appears to be an admirable pursuit -- even from a christian perspective --that I neglected to “seek first His kingdom and his righteousness.” Something He desires in me that I’ve been putting in the back burner. What a trembling thought that is… His will in the back burners of my life.
My verse, Galatians 2:20, flashed before me during prayer and gave chills down my spine. “… the life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God” Living by faith… it certainly is by faith in Christ that I live. and live with hope. But do I live this life to God to the extent that I am called. Romans 6:8 says “Now if we died with Christ, we believe that we will also live with him... the life he lives, he lives to God.” And the second part of the Galatians verse pains me all the more, “.. Christ who loves me and gave himself for me.” who is so worthless.
“Whoever tries to keep his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life will preserve it.” Luke 17.
Lack of trust makes it so hard for me to lose the life that I hold in my hands. It’s that story I once heard, of a young girl with a toy pearl necklace that her daddy asked to give him. She clenched it so tightly and could not let go, when all along, her father had a string of real beautiful pearls in his hands to give in return. Fully knowing that He cares for that life more than I can ever do for myself, it's still so hard.
I was well in my way to becoming choked by the “thorns” – "by the worries of this life and the deceitfulness of wealth." I want to be fruitful, bearing fruit 100x, 60x, 30 times… and be significant.
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