Monday, March 29

Off to find a hot pink cage…

Oh my heavenly daisies.

I am a bit distracted this morning because there are two… not one which would be bad enough… but two mice in my kitchen this morning. Y’all would think I live in some sort of trash heap or something. Which I don’t.

But the mice, they find their way in. And they are getting more and more brave.

They run out and give me the stare down while I sit here trying to type on the blog. And update my facebook. Which by the way I’m on facebook now. Which doesn’t mean much because I’m so clueless… every time I try to post a comment somewhere Holly’s face pops up on my comments. It’s the craziest thing.

Anyhow… the mice. It’s like they can’t believe the audacity I have to invade THEIR space.

And here’s the really bad part.

I’m reading in James this morning. Lovely book. It’s a book tucked between Hebrews (which so sounds like it should be in the Old Testament but is in fact found toward the end of the New Testament) and 1 Peter. And James is all about putting your faith into action which is motivating me to keep a sweet attitude today.

But here’s the bad part.

James 2: 15, “Suppose a brother or a sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to him, ‘Go, I wish you well; keep warm and well fed, but does nothing about his physical needs what good is it?’ ” I am reading this while trying to put my sweet on today.

But all I want to do in this minute is KILL TWO MICE.

Y’all.

I don’t really want to kill them. I just want to uninvite them from our planet on a permanent basis. And while they are technically not brothers and sisters… they are without clothes and food and are probably a little chilly outside. So then I start feeling all sorry for these creatures.

My daughter would be oh so thrilled to know of their existence and would BEG me to let her keep them. But the three hamsters we have tried to love and care for did not fair so well. One of our dogs felt it his personal mission to rescue us from the small creatures in the hot pink cage.

While a babysitter was here.

And she felt so badly about the situation, she told us she the wrapped the hamsters up and put them in our freezer so we could bury them as a family. But I forgot she said that. A friend found them in my freezer months later when she pulled out a frozen pizza with a plastic bag stuck to it.

Ahem.

And I can’t really say much else about the trauma of that situation. Except that we might be the only family in America who got a note from the principal a few days after the hamster situation informing us that we were no longer qualified to host the class guinea pig for weekend visits.

I kid you not.

So, this is the house these mice chose to visit.

And my dog who felt so compelled to rescue me from creatures in a hot pink cage? He just walked right by the mice running about the kitchen, shook his head, and went back to bed.

Maybe he had been reading in James this morning too.

Friday, March 26

Free conference call for you today!

We’ll get to the free conference call in just a minute.

First, Sanya King from Beams of Light Ministries… call your mama! You are the “Becoming More” Friday feature and I couldn’t be more excited. Contact holly@Proverbs31.org and we’ll get a prize mailed off to you! Sanya wrote on her blog:

I cannot think of a more open, honest and candid book than “Becoming More Than a Good Bible Study Girl.” Yes, I know more about Lysa, but more importantly, I know more about how God is so real in everyday situations and circumstances.

Being the visual person that I am, I love reading Lysa’s words. They jump off the page and beeline their way into my imagination. I’m there with her smelling the sweet fragrance of pineapples while learning those unlikely lessons (Part 2: Chapter 6)…

I am there with my vulnerabilities of wondering whether I am accepted (Part 3: Chapter 7)…

I too am there in Part 4, Chapter 10 “When My Ugly Comes Out” – and if you are honest, you’ve been there too! …

I’m there with my journal – when I have no words – and just simply need to listen. Oh – I’m all over this book! And as a result, I am experiencing God more – trusting Him (Chapter 15); finding Him (Chapter 16); and loving Him (Chapter 18).

For me, becoming more than just a good Bible study girl is essential. Thank you Lysa for a sweet reminder to stay focused on what is most important; loving the Lord with my whole heart. For me, that’s becoming more than a good Bible study girl.

Thank you Sanya! Wow, I am honored and deeply encouraged by your kind words. I’m going to go call my mama and tell her to read what you wrote.

If you’d like to be part of a Friday Feature, be sure to leave a comment on the post linked here.

Now, about the free conference call opportunity… If you have read or are going to read “Becoming More than a Good Bible Study Girl” this my gift to you!

This past Tuesday I presented a talk on “Becoming More in your Prayer Life.” I know, yawn yawn right? No! This isn’t your typical put you to sleep talk about prayer.

I am so excited about what God is teaching me right now and I want to give you access to this message. All you have to do is call in and listen to the whole recorded message right from your phone.

If you are interested e-mail Holly@Proverbs31.org and put “Becoming More in your Prayer Life” in the subject line.

Happy Friday y’all!

Thursday, March 25

The girl called loser and the Jesus who loves her

Welcome “Encouragement for Today” readers… I’m glad you’re here.

The year was 1982. I was in the 7th grade.

With frizzy brown hair, bucked teeth, and a knock off brand Izod I walked down the pea green hallway of Raa Middle School. It was the day after student counsel elections.

The day after my classmates confirmed what I’d so desperately feared. If you didn’t have beauty, boobs, and boyfriends no one would vote for you.

I shuffled toward my locker wishing I was invisible. I kept my eyes down while I willed my feet to just keep walking. Finally, my locker was in site. That glorious metal box was my one space in this world of catty girls with cute outfits and spiral permed hair. The space where I could hide my face, let the tears slip, and pretend to be busy shuffling books.

But instead of finding respite in that tiny metal space, I found one of my election posters plastered to the front with the word, “loser” scrawled across the front. How do you quickly hide a poster sized proclamation by the world that you aren’t good enough, cool enough, pretty enough, or accepted enough?

Books dropping, girls laughing, tape ripping, poster board crunching were sounds throbbing in my ears as the poster board resisted my attempts to ball it up small enough to fit into the mouth of the hallway trashcan.

“Please fit, please fit, please fit! Oh God please help this stupid poster from this stupid election with my stupid face on it disappear into this stupid trashcan!”

The bell rang. And as all the ‘normal’ people scampered past me I heard Stephanie’s voice like a dagger’s death blow whisper, “Loser.”

I turned and saw my one confidant. My one friend. My one secret holder being welcomed into the popular girl’s circle. Her public rejection of me was her ticket in to the crowd we’d secretly loathed together. Together.

I sank down beside the stupid trashcan where the stupid poster slowly untwisted on the ground in front of me. Loser.

I remembered this last night as I sat in front of a group of young high school students. Girls who vulnerably shared how hard peer relationships can be. They described tangled relationships and feelings of loneliness so consuming they sometimes wished the world would open up and swallow them whole.

I understood their feelings all too well. I have felt the sting of loneliness. I felt it in the flat chested stage of middle school. I have felt it in the sagging chested stage of adulthood. Relationships can be hard no matter what age you are. And here’s the real kicker.

I always thought my ticket to acceptance would have come had I won that school election. Not so. For I’ve discovered on the other side of achievements if you were lonely before you win, you’ll be lonely after you win. No amount of outward success can give you inward acceptance.

I’ve only been able to find that in the comfort of one who will never reject me. The one who knows what it feels like to be rejected though he should have been the most accepted. The one who will sit with me and remind me rejection from man doesn’t equal rejection from God. The one who whispers to the girl sitting at the foot of the locker, “Who are they to put a label on you? The label can only stick if you let it.”

Hebrew reminds me of a lot I need to remember…

Hebrews 2:

v. 14- He (Jesus) shared in their humanity (He has personally felt what you feel)

v. 15- and free those who all their lives were held in slavery (He can conquer this tough situation)

v. 18- Because he himself suffered when he was tempted (He perfectly comforts those suffering)

v. 18 b- he is able to help those who are being tempted (and is able to show you what to do)

Hebrews 3:1, ” … fix your thoughts on Jesus,” (Don’t get consumed with the situation rather consume your thoughts with His perspective, His truth, and His certain victory for you.)

Hebrews 4: 15-16, “For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are- yet was without sin. Let us approach the throne of grace with confidence, so that we many receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.”

And of course I have to throw in a little 2 Thessalonians 1:6-7, “God is just; He will pay back trouble to those who trouble you and give relief to you who are troubled…”

And all the Jesus girls who have ever sat crying at the foot of trashcan said, Amen! And Amen!

If you can relate to this post… consider reading my book “Becoming More Than a Good Bible Study Girl.” If you have a book club or Bible Study you would also enjoy the DVD teaching series by the same title. You can find those here and here.