Approaching Grace in Red High Heels
Earlier this week we talked about desire and what to do when desires are overwhelming us. Part of that battle requires shifting focus from what we want to the source of all our needs: Jesus Christ.
But in the midst of this battle to choose Christ over our human nature, the pat answer to “satisfy yourself in God” isn’t always welcome. How do we satisfy ourselves in God when – frankly – we’re still not satisfied?
I always say, “I’ve been there” – because I have. Every married person was single at one time, working through the same desires, struggles, and difficulties single women are still facing today. I get it. That’s why I have this blog.
Having made the transition from singleness to dating to married and now in the early stages of motherhood, I understand the battle for satisfaction. Just like contentment, satisfaction is not limited to the stage of singleness.
“You are going to be white if it kills me.”
I plopped the bucket on my kitchen floor and got down on my knees, scrub brush in hand. The grout in my kitchen tile is the bane of my existence. I’ve tried bleach, I’ve tried baking soda and vinegar, my good ole’ Murphy’s Oil Soap – nothing would make the grout white. So on my day off I decided to attack the tile with full force: baking soda and hydrogen peroxide.
What began as a small, ‘quick’ project turned into a five-hour affair of misery.
First, I ran out of baking soda (some planning would have been nice). So, I thought, isn’t washing soda pretty much the same thing?
Friends, washing soda is not the same thing as baking soda.
The washing soda and peroxide paste morphed into cement. It took an extra half hour of scrubbing, splattering all over my stove, cupboards, and refrigerator, two bruised knees and a lot of paper towel to remedy my little experiment.
I will never again tell my floor to “kill me” in order for it to be clean. Because it will.
When I was nine, my parents signed me up for a local 4-H group. At the time I was a timid, awkward pre-teen with a boy’s haircut and big gaps in my teeth. I wished for a pony every time we visited the mall fountain – tossing pennies in hopes my dream would come true. My parents fulfilled those dreams the year I joined 4-H.
However, we were flying blind when it came to horses, learning as we went and working with what we had. My parents bought a gray Arabian gelding named “Jazz” that we swiftly renamed Jack and welcome to our Michigan farm.
Jack was pretty to look at. He was an Egyptian Arab with a little teacup muzzle, big, brown eyes, and delicate features. His flea-bitten gray coat became almost white when we was bathed – IF you could bathe him.
The last few weeks I’ve received three emails from girls asking what books I recommend for engaged couples. I sent them each a long list (there are just so many good ones!) but it got me thinking about our engagement and how it prepared us for the marriage Mr. M and I have today.
Our partnership is in no way perfect. When we fight, we fight hard (and I prefer it that way over grudge-holding silence) and we have times when we can’t seem to agree about anything (how to load the dishwasher coming in as #1 on the list, with how to fry an egg as #2). But there were certain questions we answered in engagement that have built a foundation of love. This keeps us coming back together even after our biggest fights. And while our marriage is still young, I think having these answers will prove foundational to our happiness for years to come.