My Journey

"The fact that I am a woman does not make me a different kind of Christian, but the fact that I am a Christian does make me a different kind of woman. For I have accepted God's idea of me, and my whole life is an offering back to Him of all that I am and all that He wants me to be." -Unknown

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Location: Maryland, United States

I'm a follower of Christ. I strive to honor and please Him in all I do. I'm married to Jeffery (9/3/05). I'm learning how to be a Godly Wife, and I'm rediscovering myself while I'm at it. I'm a new Mother--even more new discovering!--to Jeffery Alan, II, aka Jak (11/18/06). I'm learning how to keep Jesus first in all ways, how to be the best Wife and Mother I can be, and still give myself grace at the same time. I'm a student of life. I like to have fun. I like to laugh and I like to cry. I love people. I love this precious gift of LIFE.

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Stay

We tried another church this morning. It dawned on me that I am stubborn. Hahaha, writing that made me laugh out loud. Why, after all these years, have I not noticed or confessed that I am stubborn--all the time, I do not know.

I am admitting this stubbornness tonight because we are attending a good church right now, and although there are some things we don't care for about it, it's a good place. Every other church we've tried has been a worse fit than the one we attend. But yet, I still keep pressing the issue: "Let's try this one!" Or, "Oh, that looks like it could be a nice church." Why can't I just stay put and allow God to work in this area of my life?

This is not the intent of my blog tonight, but I felt that I needed to get it out. I'm sure I could blog another time on this point alone. I may just do that.

Ok, so the church we went to today had a guest speaker who spoke of many things, but one of the main things I remember was a story he told about his dog he had while growing up. He would "train" the dog by putting a biscuit on the dog's snout, and one on each paw all at the same time. The dog had to stay until his master said "OK!", and then he could enjoy the treats. How bad did that dog want to disobey his master and get those biscuits? How much restraint did he have to have to withhold his own desire for the biscuits until he was allowed to eat them?

This got me to thinking...How often are we placed somewhere by God's doing, and told to stay? I can hear Him now: "Just stay put until I tell you. Stay. Staaaay. NO-stay. Kelly, staaay." Hmm...
I more often than not sit and wonder why we are here, in MD, still with no home or real community of our own. I dwell on the fact that I have obeyed MY Master and yet He still tells me to stay, with little or no relief in sight. Has He forsaken me? No. Do I feel like He has? Yes. I have to replay His Word over and over in my head to remind myself; otherwise I would be utterly hopeless.

Well, the dog eventually got his treat, and I am sure that he enjoyed it. I know that once we get our "OK!" we will breathe a sigh of relief, and enjoy our treat too. I just hope that relief is waiting for us around the corner.

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