Approaching Grace in Red High Heels
Be content. Find joy in all situations. That’s what we are told to do and that’s what we know we are supposed to do.
But being content doesn’t mean we have to be complacent.
That’s a fear of mine. Accepting what life is, but never shooting for the stars I once dreamt of.
So many times we get caught up in the mundane of the every day. While, yes, we need to be content and rejoice even on the simplest of days, that does not mean we have to settle with not having more.
Philipians 4:12 tells us to be content when “living in plenty or in want.” It doesn’t say we can’t want, strive, and hope to be better.
There has to be a balance. We can’t dwell on our dreams so much that we become stressed and worried every day, but we can’t just give them up for the sake of being content.
God wants us to be happy with what we have and use that to help others and help ourselves. He will give us the desires of our heart (Psalm 37:4) but we do have to work for what we want.
My newsfeed is one long succession of posts, alternating between blogs about the launch of 50 Shades of Grey, the new (pornographic?) cover of the 2015 Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition, and the varying views on modesty, yoga pants, and leggings.
In a few weeks – days, even – the hype will dissipate and people will find other stuff to get mad about. But for now, this is it. This is what we’re screaming about. This is what we are all against.
I’m sick of the screaming. I’ve read some fantastic posts on the detriments of 50 Shades (this one and this one and this one) and I’m really not surprised by the Sports Illustrated thing – they moved the centerfold to the front cover, is all – and HEAVEN KNOWS I’ve been slaughtered on the yoga pants hill. But I digress.
In the midst of the information hurricane, there’s a
It always amazes me the way that God so lovingly and thoughtfully uses my everyday life as an example of his love for me. Those are the moments that I cherish. Those are the times where my day slows down just a bit and I am enveloped in the presence of God. His voice, His wisdom, and His care feel almost tangible in those times.
Most frequently, I have those moments at work. It’s amazing how quiet everything gets, how assured I feel, how unrushed I am and how peaceful my being is when The Lord speaks to me there. I find this particularly remarkable because of my profession.
You see, I am a Preschool Teacher.
And if you’ve ever been in the presence of one 3 year old you know that “quiet, assured, unrushed, and peaceful” don’t quite describe the day so feeling that way with 15 of them is almost blasphemous.
But it happens. And in those moments I learn so much more than just what is being revealed to me by God.
I knew love as a choice. Even when falling in love with my husband, it was the product of a planned, discerned choice for a man who shared my values and life goals.
Love was not an impulse, sometimes not even an emotion. It was an action. It was resolve.
I’ve lived that way for a long time. I did feel love, at times, but my predisposition told me it was a shallow version of the love-resolve I was called to pursue… responsible love. Active love. Not “feeling” love.
We do live in a culture entranced by feeling, led by emotion, letting the whim of the heart dictate decision – and it’s not wise. Love is not just a feeling.
But it’s not just a choice.
Join me in welcoming Daniel as our guest blogger today! I enjoy welcoming a male contributor to the site once in a while and Daniel’s post offers some fantastic insight into Christian marriage. He shares the five things that attracted him to his wife and why those things are integral to a quality relationship.
Young women are bombarded with pop culture messages about the preeminent importance of attracting men via their physical appearance and through sexuality. Unfortunately, those same messages also tie strength of womanhood to how open and bold a woman is in expressing her sexual desires through behavior and appearance.
As a married Christian man, though, I can say unequivocally that to the Godly man, who will treasure you for a lifetime more than a priceless gem, that true strength and beauty are found in the content of a woman’s heart and the strength of her character.
To me, my wife, Staci, is the most beautiful woman on earth, the apple of my eye. And though as a husband I undoubtedly find her body extremely attractive, if I were to list out the traits that most attracted me to her, her radiant heart and spirit would always be most important.
Welcome to the ‘Confessions of a Newlywed’ blog series! If you are new to the blog, welcome! This series queues off The Other Virgin Diaries series, inspired by the post I Waited Until My Wedding Night to Lose My Virginity. In these posts I will be sharing how I prepared for marriage, how I was NOT prepared for marriage, and what I’ve learned along the way as full-time career woman and wife of one year.
Before I got married, I was on the fringes of the ‘gender roles’ conversation in the religion department of my Christian college. Everyone held a different view. Everyone was pointing fingers.
When I entered the boxing ring of the blogosphere I soon encountered the same thing.
“You’re saying women aren’t equal to men!”
“You’re saying women are better than men!”
I studied the topic thoroughly. I read both sides of the argument. I looked at Scripture and at the Greek definitions.
And then I got married.
As I became increasingly aware of the animosity toward the model of ‘traditional’ gender roles, I realized there was, and still is, an extreme level of ignorance and irrationality surrounding what real, biblical “submission” looks like in a Christian marriage.
For those who are new to my blog (and me), I work full time, have small part time job on top of it, I put myself through college, volunteer with a women’s organization in the community and also manage our home. While there is absolutely no dishonor in being a homeschool and/or stay at home mom, I am neither of those – and these women are often unfairly ‘blamed’ as being the impetus to the traditional gender role conversation, as if their life choice were a lesser one.