Mine

Three days ago, my husband and I were overjoyed to learn that we are expecting Baby #5. In our excitement, we began calling family and friends to share the good news. Naturally, we wanted to tell our four children also. The only problem was that we wanted to tell all of them together, and two of them were off at day camp. So we waited until after the camp awards ceremony, when we were all in the van, ready to head home.

“Kids, Daddy and I have some exciting news,” I said.

All four of them looked at us. “What is it?” Ellie asked.

“Today, we found out that God has put another baby in Mommy’s tummy. In a few months, you’re going to have another baby brother or sister.”

Lindsey’s face lit up, and her mouth dropped open in excitement. Jessica looked like she wasn’t sure what to make of the news. Ellie shouted, “Yay!”

“We don’t know yet whether it’s a boy or a girl,” I said, “but we’ll find out in a few months.”

“If it’s a boy,” Kenny asked sweetly and hopefully, “will it be mine?”

I smiled at his question. “Cuz if it’s a girl,” Kenny continued, gesturing at his sisters, “it would kind of be theirs, right?”

Kenny knew that a boy would look like him, so he figured that meant it would be his. He understood what it means to belong to someone because you share his image.

That’s the same way we belong to God. Genesis, the very first book of the Bible, tells us that God decided to create us in His image. In other words, in some ways, we look like Him. True, we don’t look exactly like Him. For one thing, we’re not God. For another thing, sin has marred His image in us. But in some ways, just as a brother would unmistakably resemble Kenny, we resemble our Father.

What exactly it means to bear God’s image is open to debate, but I believe it means primarily that we think, feel, and act like Him. He has allowed us to possess most of His characteristics in some measure (except those attributes related to His deity), and He wants us to show them to the world.

If, at the end of February, I bear a son, anyone who looks at our family will recognize the resemblance between my baby and Kenny, a certain fundamental sameness, more even than that which he would share with his sisters. Likewise, if someone looks at us, they should see the resemblance to God.

And that’s the thing: people will assume they are seeing the resemblance to God. In other words, those who don’t know Him well may very well think that since we and Christ bear the same name, Christ must be like we are. If we’re unloving, many people won’t believe that we’re the ones acting contrary to the family characteristics; they’ll assume that God is unloving too. Fortunately, the reverse is also true: if people see that we truly love them, they’ll be much more likely to believe that God does, too.

Think about that this week. When people see how you and I act, what will they believe God is like? Will the family resemblance they see make them want to know Him?

I pray that the answer is yes, in your life and in mine.

John 13:35—“By this all men will know that you are My disciples, if you love one another.”

Let’s Go

Yesterday, I took Ellie and Kenny out with me to purchase several items they will need for camp which starts today. We had a list, and most of the trip went pretty well. The only difficulty was trying to find water bottles with a strap, which apparently don’t exist. And who knew I wouldn’t have to buy my kids water guns after all, because while they wanted to squirt other people in the giant Waterpalooza, they didn’t want anybody to squirt them. (I was going to buy the big ones, too. The Uzis of water gun-dom. Rats.)

Actually, being with just my older two felt oddly freeing. They’re much better at staying close to me than their younger sisters are. Unlike Lindsey and Jessica, they rarely need to be reminded of our motto for public behavior: calm and close. Whenever I was looking at one display or choosing a product off the shelves and got ready to move on, all I had to say was, “Let’s go,” and they immediately came with me.

I know; I should have been grateful for that much. And I was. But I remember at one point thinking that it would be even nicer if Ellie and Kenny were paying attention to me and followed me without my even having to call for their attention. Realistically speaking, if I want them to learn to do that, I will have to tell them, “Your attention needs to be on Mommy so that you will see me when I start to go somewhere else and so that you can follow.”

In other words, I would have to tell them the same thing God tells us.

“Focus on Me,” He says. “Do what I’m doing.” When God wants to move us off in a different direction, He shouldn’t have to get our attention first. Our attention should already be on Him.

Often, it isn’t. We’re far too easily distracted by interesting things we discovered. God gets ready to lead us somewhere else, and we’re so entranced by the Transformers or the Squinkies we don’t notice He’s moving on until He calls our name. That kind of level of paying attention is fine for children with their mother in a store. It’s excellent, even, since they heard me the first time and obeyed immediately. But it’s not good enough for us with our Father. Our eyes should be constantly upon Him so that we’re instantly in tune with where He’s going and what He wants to do.

Granted, sometimes it’s hard to see Him. Sometimes we’re doing our best to look straight at Him, but it seems like we can’t find Him. We’d love to follow Him if we could only figure out where He was going. But other times, the only reason we don’t know is because we’re not paying attention. In that case, our focus is all wrong.

If you’re like me, it’s easy to lose ourselves in the busyness of the day and wind up focusing far more frequently on laundry, discipline problems, and sticky jelly messes than on the Lord. But just because it’s easy doesn’t mean it’s okay. Yes, we need to pay attention to the tasks in life He’s called us to—but not to the exclusion of paying attention to Him.

Where is your focus today? Where is mine? If God gets ready to move, will we notice?

Psalm 123:1—To you I lift up my eyes, O you who are enthroned in the heavens!

**For more encouragement on practical ways to stay focused on God, check out the How to Grow Closer to God page of this website.**

In Heaven

Some days, heaven seems like such an ephemeral concept. I’m fully convinced that one day, one of two things will happen: either I’ll close my eyes on earth and wake up in heaven, or the Lord Jesus will return for His faithful at His Second Coming. But in the midst of the ordinariness of life down here, heaven sometimes doesn’t seem very tangible to me.

Please don’t misunderstand: I believe that heaven is real. I believe it’s an actual, physical place I will one day inhabit by the grace of God, along with others who have loved His Son and longed for His appearing. But does heaven feel real to me? Not always.

You see, the greatest thing about heaven is not just that I’ll get to avoid going to hell, which is also very real. The most mind-blowing thing about heaven is that I’ll get to live in the presence of God for all eternity and see His face. And that’s the difficulty. My mind is blown.

When I try to meditate on what it will be like to see the face of the One who died for me, I can’t truly comprehend it. I feel as if I’ve touched the lapping water at the edge of the seashore without being able to wade in. I’ve had a taste of the ocean, but venturing farther would overwhelm me.

Other things about heaven, however, are easier to grasp. Revelation 21:4 tells me that after God wipes all the tears from my eyes for what happened on earth, I will never cry again. Neither will heaven hold any more death, mourning, or pain in store for me.

Now that, I can imagine! I enjoy my life on earth—a lot—but it’s not perfect. At times, pain has intruded, and I’ve been hurt. I’d love to live in a place where I knew that would never happen again.

In heaven, I will, starting with the redemption of my body. I won’t feel physical pain anymore. I won’t get sick or suffer from allergies, the flu, or something worse.

My body will never be weak or tired. I’ll never have to haul myself through another day, weary beyond belief. I’ll never lack the energy to do the things my heart desires to do.

I won’t need bifocal contacts anymore. My knee won’t ache when the barometric pressure changes. My body won’t deteriorate as I get old. I’ll become—and remain—physically strong, healthy, and whole.

Not only that, but I’ll be emotionally unbroken. Instead of experiencing pain when I think about what was done to me, or what failed to be done for me, I will rejoice at God’s grace in carrying me through.

In heaven, I’ll never be rejected by someone whose acceptance I longed for. I’ll never be lonely. I’ll never be left out, misunderstood, or brushed aside. I won’t hurt anyone else, either.

I’ll never try my hardest and still fail, or find that my best efforts weren’t good enough. I’ll never be frustrated, discouraged, or at my wits’ end.

I won’t struggle to relate to God anymore. I won’t sin.

My heart will never be broken on my children’s behalf because of what they have to endure, because they’ll be there with me in that perfect place. My Savior is their Savior, too.

What will I be able to do? I’ll be able to eat my fill of bread without worrying what it will do to my blood sugar. I’ll be able to run from here to there without asthma squeezing my chest so tightly I can’t breathe. I won’t be allergic to strawberries.

I’ll get to be with most of the people I love forever. I’ll meet some I never met on earth, including my precious babies. I’ll relate to some people like I’ve always wanted to on earth, and I’ll talk with them in ways I’ve only dreamed of.

I’ll never have to say goodbye to loved ones ever again. I’ll never have to grieve over losing them, because there will be no more death in that place.

I will be constantly, completely, infinitely loved as the person God created me to be, and I will feel loved. Forever. For all eternity.

A heaven like that, I can imagine. That kind of place seems real.

I consider myself abundantly blessed in this life, but if it weren’t for the fact that my family needs me, I’d be ready to go Home now. As good as life can be at times, I’m more than ready to leave the shadowlands behind and enter the brilliant perfection of the Home I was made for.

Until then, when pain and grief assault me and I long for something better—something more—I’ll trust God to carry me through. Because one day, this life will be over, and I’ll be alive in ways I’ve only imagined.

I can’t wait.

Revelation 21:4—He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.

Entitled

I warn you: if you love baseball, this devotional is going to make you jealous. You might get jealous even if you don’t love baseball. That’s because…well, let me explain.

Recently, we received a very generous gift: four tickets to a major league baseball game. We were seated in the front row of the ballpark. Right. Behind. Home. Plate. Despite having ticketed seats, we arrived at the ballpark an hour before the game. That’s because a complimentary sirloin and seafood buffet was also included at a restaurant upstairs. After stuffing ourselves silly, we left the restaurant and proceeded toward the section where our seats were located. As we came to the top of the stairs, an attendant stood ready to check our tickets. The attendant looked at my ticket, smiled, and said, “Go on down!” He gestured toward the front row.

The section was pretty full, and as we walked down the stairs, we passed between rows and rows of people, all seated and waiting for the game to start. We kept descending, passing more and more seats. We walked right to the front row, where another attendant met us and checked our tickets again to make sure not only that we belonged in that section, View of Baseball Game from Front Rowbut that we belonged in one of the front two rows. The ones with comfy seats, and a game program, popcorn, and peanuts waiting for us. Where the aforementioned attendant would get us anything we needed throughout the game. We sat down in our seats and settled in comfortably, just in time to watch the first batter walk to the plate only yards in front of us.

Obviously, it was an amazing experience. It was one we never could have achieved on our own. But because of our friend’s gift, we belonged there.

Yet as incredible as this gift was, I’ve received one that’s even greater. So have you, if you’ve committed your life to Christ. When Christ is your Friend, you get far more than the chance to enjoy your beloved sport in grand style—you also gain access to God Himself and to His heaven. Someday, just as I walked into that ballpark, you and I will walk into heaven itself, and we will belong there. We’ll have a right to be there because Christ purchased our access for us. We’ll walk boldly not to the front row, but to the throne of grace. We’ll spend eternity not in the presence of an attendant who will bring us bottled water, but in the presence of the God who created water, and everything else that is.

Sometimes, we don’t feel worthy to enter God’s heaven and approach Him boldly. You know what? We’re not worthy. None of us can demand to sit in the front row because of who we are. We can only take our seats there because of who our Friend is. Likewise, when we have a front-row ticket, we shouldn’t be sitting up in the nosebleed seats because we don’t feel worthy to use the ticket. Again, it doesn’t matter one single bit who we are. Those attendants at the ballpark didn’t care who I was. All they cared about was that the person who purchased those tickets said we belonged. She didn’t say we belonged in the farthest reaches of the bleachers. She said we belonged right down there behind home plate. It would have been ridiculous for us to accept the tickets she offered, then refuse to sit where we were assigned because we didn’t feel good enough. She paid the price. She gets to determine who sits in those seats. Likewise, Jesus paid the price for those who believe in Him. He gets to determine that those people get to enter heaven.

The ballpark analogy falls a little short of the heavenly one, however. As amazing as those tickets were, they didn’t entitle me to access to the dugout or to the playing field. I couldn’t just waltz over, sit down by the star pitcher, and strike up a conversation. I would have been thrown out. Maybe thrown in jail. What Jesus purchased for us, however, allows us full access to heaven and, more importantly, to God. Jesus didn’t purchase one of heaven’s nosebleed seats (though even that would have been more than we deserved). He didn’t allow us to come only so far, but no farther. He purchased the best seats in the house: the seats right in God’s lap.

The luxury of that ballgame was a privilege to be enjoyed for a few hours, and then for all the times I will think of the memories we made there. But God intends for us to enjoy the magnificence of heaven for all eternity. The game’s never going to end. We’ll never have to leave. We’ll never pick our way through peanut shells and dropped coupons for free tacos, thinking that the experience was nice while it lasted. We’ll enjoy heaven forever and ever, and unlike a baseball game that might go to 47 innings, we’ll never become bored. Our delight will increase throughout all eternity.

This is what the old line in the song “Blessed Assurance” means—“oh, what a foretaste of glory divine”. Any pleasure we enjoy on this earth is but a dim reflection of the joy waiting for us in heaven. And if I enjoyed that game as much as I did, I can only imagine what heaven will be like!

Someday, I won’t have to imagine anymore. I’ll know what heaven’s like, because I’ll be there. You will too, if you’ve given your life to the Lord. Why, because we deserve it? No. Because our Friend has paid the price. Do you have your ticket?

Hebrews 4:14-16—Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has ascended into heaven, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold firmly to the faith we profess. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to empathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet he did not sin. Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.

Cheeri-Uh-Oh’s

Cheerio SpillThis morning, as I sat at the table eating my breakfast, I heard a familiar sound from the kitchen behind me.

“Uh-oh!”

Lindsey’s voice was accompanied by a brief whooshing sound. I turned to see her holding the box that used to contain Cheerios upside down. The aforementioned Cheerios were scattered all over the floor. Yep, the entire box.

Lindsey looked at me, her eyes open wide, her mouth a round “o”. I couldn’t help it. I laughed.

Relieved, Lindsey began laughing too. I ran for my camera to take a picture. “Wait! Don’t clean those up yet!” I called as I picked my way through the floor, trying not to mash any of the Cheerios.

I got my camera and captured the event for posterity. Then I said, “You know what? I have a great idea.”

“What?” Lindsey asked. She and Kenny, who was in the kitchen too, looked up at me.

“Let’s play with them,” I said.

They looked at me as if they weren’t certain whether to believe what they’d just heard. “What would we play?” they asked.

“Let’s get some little cars and make roads in the Cheerios,” I said.

“Yay!” they screeched, and ran off to get some Hot Wheels.

Playing in the CheeriosWe played “drive the cars through the Cheerios”, as well as “hide the cars under the Cheerios”, and other games involving Littlest Pet Shop toys and making letters (even cursive ones) out of the Cheerios. We had a LOT of fun for about an hour. (You should try it sometime!)

Sure, I could have gotten mad when Lindsey spilled every last Cheerio. After all, they were wasted. Or were they? Those Cheerios weren’t put to their intended use (except for a few that, yes, the kids ate off the floor). But they weren’t wasted. They provided an hour of fun and memories that will last a long time.

And that’s the point. No experience in our lives has to be wasted. It might not have happened as we originally hoped or planned, but it can still mean something—sometimes even something beautiful. God can take absolutely any circumstance in our lives and bring good from it. That’s what Romans 8:28 means—not that everything that happens to us is good, but that God can bring good out of all things.

He’ll probably require our help, though. Not because He’s incapable of doing things on His own, but because He usually doesn’t force His blessings on us. Just as He knew all along that those Cheerios would get spilled and we’d end up playing with them, so He knows regarding each circumstance of our lives what He intends to make of it. But if we’re still mad that the Cheerios won’t get to be eaten anymore, we’ll miss the beauty of the playtime and the memories. In other words, if we refuse to accept that God caused or decided not to prevent our original circumstances from getting messed up, and we decide to stay resentful or mad, we’ll miss what He does intend to make out of it.

Some circumstances are hard, I know. Maybe even very hard. But the fact is, they happened. The Cheerios got spilled. The original plan (eating them) is no longer possible. So now, we have a choice. We can either hold onto our anger that we’ll have to go to Plan B, or we can let our anger go. We can accept the fact that even though we didn’t want a Plan B, even though we don’t like Plan B, we’re stuck with it. And if that’s the case, we might as well make the best we can out of it.

The Cheerios are gone. It’s not possible to eat them anymore. The only thing that’s possible is to choose our attitude—acceptance or resentment at their absence. Which will it be?

Romans 8:28—And we know that all things work together for the good of them that love God, to them that are called according to His purpose.

Forgiving Ourselves

This is the third devotion in a three-part series on forgiveness. If you have not already done so, you might find it helpful to read the first two parts: Forgiveness: What It Is, What It Isn’t and Forgiving Others.

There was once a young man who had everything going for him. He was smart, well-educated, and at least trilingual. He was the protégé of one of the greatest minds in his field, and he was being groomed to follow in his mentor’s footsteps. He was both a citizen of the greatest government on earth and an up-and-coming leader among his own ethnic group. He took part in some of the greatest political events of his day, and when that wasn’t enough, he began to orchestrate some of those events. The only problem was that he was also a terrorist. In fact, he believed he was called by God to destroy any of his fellow men who converted to a heathen religion. He made it his mission in life to hunt down and destroy those who had abandoned what he believed was the one true faith. As he became more and more successful in murdering apostates, he was given increasing power by those in authority over him. There was no stopping this man. His zeal for slaughtering those who opposed what he stood for became insatiable. Because of him, countless lives were lost and innocents executed. And he gave approval to it all.

Until, that is, he was met on the road to Damascus by the Lord Jesus. I’m writing, of course, about the Apostle Paul.

His name wasn’t Paul at the time of his Damascus trip, however. It was still Saul. And Saul was a brutal man, full of hatred for Christians, intent on destroying as many as he could, all in the name of God. It took a blinding encounter with the risen Lord Jesus Himself to change Saul’s heart.

I wonder how Paul must have felt when he realized the magnitude of the evil he had committed. Scripture tells us that he hated his sin, and I’m sure he grieved over the terrible things he had done and the awful consequences he had caused for those left behind. He must have grieved even more over what he had done to Jesus, whom he now knew and loved.

As he described himself, he was the least of all God’s saints because he had deliberately persecuted people for following Christ. He knew the vileness of his sin and must have felt it deeply. It would have been easy for Paul to spend the rest of his life wracked with guilt, unable to put it behind him, confronted with the horror of his sin at every turn.

Some of us know how Paul must have been tempted to feel. We, too, have something in our past—or maybe repeated somethings—deliberate acts which we now see for the awfulness that they were. Or perhaps we remember an innocent mistake that reaped horrifying consequences. Either way, we know what it’s like to buckle under the weight of the misery of our sin and be unable to rise. We know we shouldn’t have done it—whatever “it” was—but we did, and now we can’t change that fact. The only thing we seem to be able to do is to constantly, unremittingly condemn ourselves for our actions and grieve over the fact that what’s done can’t be undone.

We know we’re supposed to forgive others when they sin, but how do we apply forgiveness when the person we need to forgive is ourself?

To answer that question, let’s look at what Paul did. After all, he of all people had a reason to feel guilty: he had murdered countless human beings for being Christians. He had cold-bloodedly taken their lives because they loved the Lord Jesus. Yet instead of drowning in his guilt, he went on to write two-thirds of the New Testament and be perhaps the greatest witness for Christ ever. He became victorious in Christ. Many of us desperately need victory over guilt, too.

First, he repented and threw himself upon Christ’s mercy. He didn’t deny what he had done, or the depravity of it; he admitted it fully, as awful as it was. We, too, must admit what we’ve done—no excusing it, and no minimizing it. We need to see it and admit it for what it is—sin. Even if we didn’t purposely set out to sin, we must acknowledge any part of it that was deliberate, or that we could have caused to turn out differently.

Second, Paul accepted Christ’s forgiveness and spent the rest of his life living for Him. We must accept the forgiveness Christ offers, too. “But what I did was so bad, I can’t accept forgiveness,” we’re tempted to say. Remember, forgiveness isn’t given to people who deserve it. It’s given to imperfect human beings who need it. Refusing to accept Christ’s forgiveness isn’t really humility; it’s calling Christ a liar. After all, God says that whoever repents is forgiven, by His grace. We’re forgiven, whether we acknowledge it or not. When we refuse to believe that we’re forgiven, it’s like telling Christ that He’s a liar and didn’t really forgive us. “I want to believe it, but I just can’t,” we say. Sure we can. We can choose with our minds to believe that we’re forgiven even if our hearts don’t feel like it. When we accept forgiveness with our mind, feelings will follow. If we wait to feel forgiven, though, without first believing it in our mind, it will never happen. We must choose to believe what God says is true and not what we feel is true.

Finally, Paul made a point of using the memory of his sins as a reminder of God’s grace instead of a reason to condemn himself. Each time we read in Scripture that Paul remembers his sins, we also read that he turns the memory into an occasion for remembering and rejoicing in God’s incredible grace. I know this works. There was one time when I made an innocent yet terrible mistake that could have had horrific consequences. For a long time, each time I found myself in a similar situation, I would remember what I did and realize anew the awfulness of it. It wasn’t until our pastor preached on a similar situation in his life and told how he had handled it (exactly the way Paul handled it) that I realized what I needed to do. Each time I remembered my mistake, I refused to dwell on it, instead giving praise to God for His grace in what could have been a very bad situation. At first, it was hard to turn my thoughts away from what had happened and toward God’s grace, but with practice, it became easier. Now, when I remember it, I no longer feel awful. Instead, I rejoice in God’s grace. Whether your situation was a sin or a mistake, the same principle applies to you. Each time you remember what happened, refuse to dwell on the awfulness of it. Instead, magnify God and rejoice in His incredible grace. And let His grace motivate you to tell others about Him, so that they too can turn from their sins and be forgiven.

I don’t know what situation is burdening your heart. But I do know that God offers you forgiveness if you truly repent and turn to Him. I also know that He will redeem your memories so that they don’t cause you further pain but instead bless you with the opportunity to rejoice in His incredible grace. Why not run to Him right now? Let Him heal you. Let Him comfort your soul and set you free.

1 Corinthians 15:10—But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect.

Forgiving Others

This is the second devotion in a three-part series on forgiveness. If you have not already done so, you might find it helpful to read the first part, Forgiveness: What It Is, What It Isn’t. Part three in the series can be found here.

Here’s where the rubber meets the road. We’ve learned what forgiveness means and what it doesn’t mean. We now need to look at how forgiving looks in our relationships with others. Of course, we’ll also look at what forgiveness doesn’t mean, because again, there are some very common misconceptions we need to overcome.

First, though, I’d like to share a story about forgiveness. It perfectly illustrates much of what we’re going to talk about today.

The story involves my son Kenny and his favorite toy at the time: his wooden train set. Kenny had a huge set of wooden trains, tracks, and various accessories. He liked to spread them out all over creation, building intricate layouts that covered more square miles than a real city. One day, he had created a metropolis in the highly-trafficked area between our master bedroom, bathroom, computer room, and guest room. His sisters were off in another part of the house playing a game that apparently involved lots of running around and giggling. I was sitting at the computer working a few feet away from Kenny when I heard Lindsey’s running footsteps getting closer. She darted into the room and right into the middle of Kenny’s train set, stopped, looked both ways, then ran back the other way.

“Hey! You stepped on my toy!” Kenny called after her.

She didn’t hear him. She was already on the way back to her own game.

Kenny waited briefly for her response, but there was none. So he called after her, “I forgive you!” and went back to his trains.

That, precious mom, is the nature of forgiveness. It involves knowing an offense has been committed, knowing that therefore, forgiveness is needed, and deciding to grant that forgiveness whether or not the offender even knows he or she needs it.

True, this is different from the forgiveness God offers, which comes only after sincere repentance. He forgives this way because His completely righteous, holy nature demands that sin be paid for. It’s His nature—and His job description—to require payment for sin. But it’s not our nature. And it’s not our job.

When we choose to forgive those who don’t deserve it, we reflect His nature and bring Him glory. Forgiveness for us does not and should not come only after payment has been made. We do not say to others, “You have adequately paid for your sin; therefore, I forgive you.” Instead, we say, as Kenny did, “You have offended me. But I forgive you, which means I choose not to punish you for what you did. And I do that so that I can move on.”

I want us to look at those two things today: what it means (and doesn’t mean) to forgive but not punish; and how we move on.

We’ve already talked about how it’s not our job to punish. Most of us would agree with that, at least in theory. But if we are not to punish the offender, does that mean we must seek an intimate relationship with the offender? Does it mean we need to act towards the offender as if he or she had never offended us? Not necessarily. For some offenses, yes. But for others, absolutely not.

For example, if I invite my best friend to come have lunch with me, and she accidentally steps on my foot on her way into the house, then yes, I need to let it go and not let it affect our level of intimacy. If my child forgets to put her bicycle away, that shouldn’t affect our level of closeness.

On the other hand, if—may God forbid!—someone were to molest one of my children, I would NOT seek intimacy with that person. I would NOT continue as if the violation had never happened. Instead, I would put safeguards in place for the rest of the offender’s life so that the offender could never hurt my child again.

So the first thing forgiveness doesn’t mean in terms of our relationships with others is that we don’t necessarily have to act as if nothing ever happened. Some offenses are simply too awful; some are ongoing, and we may need to erect boundaries, not for the purpose of punishing the offender, but for the purpose of protecting ourselves and our loved ones.

Another thing forgiveness doesn’t mean is that it doesn’t necessarily come as a response to the other person’s asking for forgiveness. Sometimes, your offender might truly repent and desire your forgiveness. Many other times, the offender might feel mere remorse, or perhaps not even that. The offender might not acknowledge the offense, or might deny that it was as bad as it was. But forgiving doesn’t mean you have to wait for that person to see the offense as God sees it. You can admit—completely independent of whether the offender agrees with you or not—that you have been sinned against. You can even admit how bad it was. After all, God knows how bad it was. You can agree with Him in this.

Now, let’s talk about what forgiveness does mean. We’ve said before that forgiveness means deciding not to punish the offender. That includes verbal comments, which means no snide or sarcastic remarks to or about the offender. These comments reflect bitterness in our hearts, which means we haven’t truly forgiven—we’re still holding onto at least a little bit of the idea that “he/she owes me something.” No deliberately excluding the offender from places you would normally invite him or her, unless that is necessary for protection. No rehashing the offense over and over in your mind or to others so they can be angry with you about how bad it was. Granted, there are times you will need to seek counsel or simply comfort from others when someone has offended you. But there is a difference between talking about the offense for the purpose of receiving comfort and talking for the purpose of stirring up your emotions so that you can feel righteously (or unrighteously) angry.

Forgiveness also means leaving the door open for a restored relationship as much as that might be possible. As we’ve said, there are some situations where that won’t be possible or desirable. But there are many other situations where if the person were truly to repent and demonstrate a changed heart, some degree of restoration might be possible.

One more thing that forgiveness isn’t—at least not necessarily. It may not be a one-time action. Forgiveness may very well be a repeated action. Every time the offense comes to our mind, we must continue to choose forgiveness and refuse to punish or to dwell on angry thoughts. That doesn’t mean we must forget what happened. It means we shouldn’t stew about it. We shouldn’t let it take control of our thoughts until it’s all we can think about, or until it begins to grow into bitterness. We must constantly and consistently choose forgiveness every time we remember the offense, and that may be hundreds or even thousands of times. Forgiveness isn’t easy. It always costs the one who chooses to forgive. It costs your “right” to punish, to demand recompense from the offender. It costs your thought life and your emotional energy.

With such a high cost, then, why bother forgiving? Because it’s even harder on you not to forgive. Continuing to hang on to the offense will cost your mind, heart, and emotions, but at a much higher level than forgiveness. To the degree that you have not forgiven, you will be stuck at that point until you do forgive. And if the offense is truly that bad, that’s not a point at which you want to be stuck.

God doesn’t tell us to forgive so that the offender can “get away with something”. The offender will not get away; he or she will one day answer to God for any offense against you. Rather, He tells us to forgive so that we can heal. He is the Great Physician, and He knows exactly what is necessary to heal a broken heart. He knows how to release us from the painful chains binding us to what happened to us. When we’re stuck, knowing we should forgive but not being able to, He’ll even help us do it. He’ll help us make that decision. And as we crawl into His lap and the hurt begins to flow away, He’ll hold us close and whisper words of comfort. I’m here. I will heal you. One day, you will be whole.

Psalm 71:20-21—You will restore my life again; from the depths of the earth you will again bring me up. You will increase my honor and comfort me once again.

Forgiveness: What it Is, What it Isn’t

This devotion is the first in a three-part series on forgiveness. Part two can be found here. Part three can be found here.

Forgiveness. For many of us, merely reading this word stirs our emotions. We well remember the offense (or perhaps repeated offenses) that happened, making forgiveness necessary, and the pain of those doesn’t easily subside. Or perhaps the offenses are our own, and we can’t seem to escape the constant awareness of our guilt.

We know the Bible commands us to forgive; we just don’t see how it’s possible to truly let go of what happened. What do we do with the pain and the memories? How can we forgive something we’ll never forget?

They are important questions, and to some of us, the answers matter very deeply. We’ve experienced incredible pain that left its mark on our souls, or perhaps is still leaving marks. We desperately need to know how to live with what hurts so terribly without being destroyed by it. We’ve been told that forgiveness will help us move on. But we don’t know how to forgive, or whether we even can.

In this three-part series, we’ll look at forgiveness. This week, we’ll examine what forgiveness is—and what it isn’t. Next week, we’ll explore how to forgive others, especially when their offenses against us have been immense or are still ongoing. Finally, we’ll learn how to forgive ourselves for things we wish we’d never done, whether we did them by intention or by terrible mistake.

It will be a difficult journey. But the reward for truly learning to forgive will be freedom and healing. Will you walk with me as we begin?

If we want to cook supper, we first need to decide what we’re going to make. Then we’ll know what steps we need to take to prepare it. That’s why we’re going to look first at what forgiveness means. We want to know the end result. Then we can study how to get there.

Let’s take the analogy a bit further. Let’s say we know we want to make a cake, but we’re not sure what kind to make. We might eliminate the first several options we consider: no, I don’t want a German chocolate cake, a vanilla cake, or a strawberry cake. I know—I want a pineapple upside-down cake!

In the same way, we’re first going to discuss what forgiveness isn’t before we talk about what forgiveness is. We want to get some very common misconceptions out of the way so we’re not trying to accomplish something we were never meant to put into place. For example, most of us have probably heard the phrase “forgive and forget”. But that’s not a biblical command. That’s right; the phrase “forgive and forget” does not appear anywhere in the Bible. It’s impossible deliberately to erase memories that have haunted us. We might come to a point where we don’t think about them as often, but we haven’t forgotten them. Fortunately, forgiveness doesn’t mean that we have to forget something happened.

“Wait a minute,” someone might say. “What about that verse that says God removes our sins as far as the east is from the west?” The Bible does, indeed, say that. But that doesn’t mean that God forgets our offenses ever occurred. In fact, His decree that we need His Son directly depends on the fact that He knows we’ve sinned. Even after we’re saved, He doesn’t forget what our sins have been. He well remembers why we need Jesus. Removing our sins means that He relegates them to somewhere they can’t condemn us anymore. If His forgiveness doesn’t mean He forgets, then ours doesn’t have to, either. We can’t forgive “better” than God.

Forgiveness also isn’t saying that the offense really didn’t matter, or that what the person did was okay. What the person did was not okay. It was sin, and sin is never okay. When God forgives us in Christ, He doesn’t say that what we did was just fine. If it were, we wouldn’t need a Savior. Only seeing an offense as unjustifiable can make forgiveness necessary.

One final thing that forgiveness isn’t, is that it isn’t saying that we weren’t hurt by the offense. We don’t have to pretend that the person’s sin (whether someone else’s or our own) had no effect on us. In fact, we must acknowledge the depth of our hurt if we are to truly heal from it. God, of course, doesn’t need to heal, but He does acknowledge the depth of pain our sins have caused Him. Jesus broke down and wept at one point over how Jerusalem had turned from God. He quite clearly demonstrated God’s broken heart over our pain. Likewise, it’s okay for us to admit that we’ve been deeply hurt. It isn’t a sign that we are super-spiritual if we act as if we weren’t hurt; it’s a sign of denial.

Now that we know what forgiveness isn’t, let’s talk about what it is. The simplest way to explain what forgiveness is, is to say it this way: forgiveness means choosing to stop trying to make the person pay for the hurt they have caused you. It’s accepting the fact that you now have pain to live with, but refusing to punish the other person for what he or she has done. It means that you will give up your “rights” to punish the other person, and let God handle the situation.

For example, let’s say that someone steals a precious toy from my son, Kenny. What do I want Kenny to do? Do I want him to find his playmate and pummel him? Do I want Kenny to determine an appropriate punishment and then go administer it? Of course not. I want him to come to me and let me tell him what should be done. In that situation, I would try to help Kenny think about what happened and come up with an appropriate way for him to handle it. I might even help him address it. I would never tell him to go punish the other child himself.

Likewise, when someone commits an offense against us, we should bring it to God. God may direct us to do something to help resolve the situation, such as talk to the person. But He will never tell us to go punish the person ourselves. In other words, He tells us to forgive.

He doesn’t say, “Pretend it never happened.” Nor does He say, “That was no big deal,” or, “That didn’t hurt you.” He simply says, “Okay, you reported it to me. Here’s your part in how to handle it. Let me take care of the rest.”

For most of us, the thought of giving up our rights makes us feel vulnerable. Unprotected. Afraid. But we are never stronger than when we fling ourselves into God’s arms and feel His powerful embrace. We are not unprotected or unsafe. Almighty God Himself holds us close to His heart. He is more than willing—because He loves us—and able—because He’s Almighty God—to do the right thing in our lives. But we’ll never find that out until we try Him.

Let’s think about this for a week and ask God to let it sink deep into our minds and hearts. Let’s ask Him to grant us the grace and willingness to trust Him instead of ourselves. We’ll come back together next week to look at what forgiveness looks like in our relationships with others—and, of course, what it doesn’t look like.

I’ll see you then.

1 Peter 2:23—When they hurled their insults at him, he did not retaliate; when he suffered, he made no threats. Instead, he entrusted himself to him who judges justly.

Growing in Study

This is the last devotion in a series of devotions on how to grow in your walk with God. If you have not already done so, you may find it helpful to read the introductory devotion, Growing in God: Mommy Edition.

A couple months ago, Ellie and I were working on her schoolwork. I gave her an assignment to complete and went off to do other things. A few minutes later, she came to find me. “Mommy, that assignment’s hard,” she complained.

“I know,” I said. “Schoolwork can be hard work.”

“But I don’t like to work,” Ellie said.

She was only putting into words what we’ve all thought at one time or another. There are times when we just don’t want to work. For me, some of those times include when I’m tired, when I’d rather be doing something else, or when the task at hand is something I don’t enjoy doing. Other times, I’m just lazy.

It’s not necessarily wrong not to enjoy working, or not to want to do a particular chore. Even skipping a particular chore may not be a problem. The problem comes when we decide not to do something that should be done, simply because we don’t want to put forth the necessary effort.

Most things we don’t take action upon can simply be done later, with relatively few consequences. But if we think we can fail to study God’s Word on a regular basis without significant effects upon our spiritual life, we’re completely mistaken. Every day we don’t study the Bible is a day we allow God’s influence to wane in our lives and become more open to Satan’s attacks. The consequences might not be apparent at first, but they will be some day—guaranteed.

How can a mom who doesn’t think she has time for a shower find time for Bible Study? I suggest four ways.

First, she can accept that there is more than one right way to do Bible Study, and that study post-children may look very different from her pre-children study. In other words, she can stop trying to force her Bible study time to look like she thinks it “should” and instead take it for what God means it to be now. He is well aware that most of us don’t have a solid, undisturbed hour to sit down and delve into Scripture. Could it be, then, that He intends for us to study His Word in a different way? Absolutely!

Second, she can look for some of those different ways to study. Maybe she doesn’t have time to sit down and read for an hour, but she certainly has time to choose a verse and meditate upon it (think about it) throughout the day. Studying the Bible can include really chewing over a verse of Scripture in our mind, thinking about it, asking God questions about it, or offering it in praise back to Him. This kind of study can be every bit as valuable as longer sessions. It all depends on the heart. Coming up with creative ways to study God’s Word can be a delight to the soul.

Third, she can determine that she will study even on the days when it’s not convenient. We’ve all had those days that were just plain hard or exhausting. But even on those days, surely we can find five minutes to spend reading or meditating on God’s heart to us. Some days, it will be our own flesh that puts barriers in the way of our study time. But if it’s on a regular basis that we can’t find just five minutes per day, our priorities are sadly misplaced.

Fourth, she can remember that it’s not her job to make her study meaningful. Yes, it’s her responsibility to do the study. But it’s God’s job to bring the spiritual benefits out of it. It can be tempting to skip our study if we’re tired, or if we think we didn’t get much out of it last time. But mom, there is never a time you study Scripture that you get nothing from it. That’s Satan’s lie that we too easily buy into. Just because we don’t have a rush of warm feelings or some kind of epiphany doesn’t mean we haven’t gotten something from it. If we present ourselves before God with a sincere heart for study of His words to us, He will cause us to get out of it what He wants us to get out of it that day.

I know that adding just one more thing to our schedules can seem like the straw that broke the camel’s back. But adding Bible study isn’t the straw; rather, it’s the support that enables the camel to keep going despite its load. If our schedules are too busy that we can’t add one more thing, it’s not Bible study that should go by the wayside, it’s something else. There is nothing in this world that will bring us so great a spiritual benefit as spending time connecting with God. Adding this “one more thing” to your schedule won’t make your load heavier—it will actually lighten it. And what mom doesn’t need that?

Matthew 11:28-30—Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.

Growing in Worship

This devotion is part of a series of devotions on how to grow in your walk with God. If you have not already done so, you may find it helpful to read the introductory devotion, Growing in God: Mommy Edition.

Today is my daughter Ellie’s 8th birthday. Her slumber party (or, as my mom used to call them, “slumberless” party) ended yesterday morning. Today, after we all ate breakfast, I presented her gifts to her.

There was one large bag with several related gifts inside—a Nintendo DSLite and accessories. After many hours of searching, I had found an incredible deal on eBay that put this gift within our financial reach. Ellie had wanted a DS for more than a year, and at 8 years old, wanting something more than a year is a long time. I couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when she opened her gift.

Ellie took the tissue paper out of the bag and drew out the small, purse-like object (it was the carrying case). She was being very polite, but I could see she thought it was a purse (which I knew she wouldn’t want), and was therefore disappointed. “Open it,” I said.

Ellie unzipped the case. She pushed the extra plastic shell aside, not realizing what it was. Then she saw the slim, pink, metallic rectangle. Her jaw dropped open and her eyes went wide. For five full seconds, she stood staring in disbelief. Then she shrieked, “It’s a DS!”

It’s to those few seconds between when Ellie realized what her gift was and when she was able to speak that I want to direct our attention, for they are a perfect illustration of what we’re going to talk about today.

For those brief moments of time, Ellie was breathless with awe, wonder, and joy. She was amazed. Her mind and heart were full. For her, mere words were inadequate to the immensity of the moment.

That, my friends, is the kind of reaction we will have when we are truly worshipping God.

Our mind and heart will be full, and we may or may not even use words. If we do, we’ll have a sense of how inadequate they are to express the fullness of God’s glory. We’ll be consumed in the awe and wonder of His majesty and the immensity of His greatness.

When was the last time you and I worshipped like that? If we can’t remember, it’s been too long.

We desperately need to connect with God spirit-to-Spirit in worship on a regular basis. We all know that. But actually doing it can be hard. We don’t really know what that means, or how to make time to do it. So today, we’ll talk those things: what true worship looks like, and how we can make sure it happens.

First, let’s talk about what true worship isn’t. It isn’t necessarily a physical posture, a particular time of day, a certain activity we do during worship, or a formula we follow. All those things are merely details that should be an outer expression of the worship taking place in our hearts. They are not the worship itself. In the heart is where our worship happens.

So if worship can’t be determined by something visible, what does it look like? What’s involved? The answer may at first be frustrating. It will then be freeing. The answer is that there’s no one right answer.

I once heard worship defined as “our response…to God for who He is and what He has done”. That is what worship is—not a particular emotion or warm, fuzzy feeling. In fact, if we make the mistake of thinking that our worship will always have a certain emotional quality or intensity, we’re setting ourselves up for discouragement. There may or may not be an emotional intensity to our worship. Sometimes there will be; sometimes there won’t. That’s okay. Just because we haven’t felt a certain way doesn’t mean we haven’t worshipped. If we have presented ourselves before God with a right heart and responded to “who He is and what He has done”, we have worshipped. God will teach us more about worshipping as we go along. He may sometimes establish an emotional connection with us so deep it leaves us breathless; He may at other times seem more distant, allowing us to worship in truth rather than “in emotion”. It’s up to Him. Whatever way He chooses is right, and we shouldn’t try to make it be something else.

Second, let’s talk about how to make time for worship. After all, we’re moms. Our schedules are sometimes busy, sometimes crazy, and often unpredictable. The good news is that even the busiest mom has time for worship. Why? Because we can worship in the midst of our everyday activities. Too often, we think we have to get our activities out of the way so we can have time to connect with God. But the reality is that God wants to connect with us in the midst of our activities. Yes, we should do our best to make room for one-on-One time with Him. But we also need to learn to worship in the midst of everything that surrounds us.

One way to do this is to learn to hear the holy—His voice—in the midst of the mundane. Just as Jesus often used ordinary things like harvests, seeds, and sheep to speak to His listeners, so God today uses the ordinary stuff of our lives like laundry, diapers, and dishes to communicate His truth to us. If we wait until the house is calm and quiet to listen for God’s voice, we’re cutting Him out of a huge portion of our day. He wants to communicate with us all day long. If we don’t listen all day long, we’re missing out.

A second way to worship in the midst of it all is to offer our work as service to God. After all, Jesus said that whatever we do for the least of these, we do for Him. So if we’re doing laundry, we can stand there sorting colors and pray, “Jesus, I’m offering this service to You. You ask us to worship You with all we have, and right now, what I have is laundry. So I offer it to You from a willing heart.” See? We’ve worshipped.

A third way to worship is to cultivate a heart attitude of listening. Probably the biggest chunk of our day is spent not really thinking about God. The second largest amount of time (though it’s a far smaller amount) is usually spent talking to God. In far distant third, if we do it at all, is the time we spend listening to God. I know it’s hard to listen without becoming distracted. But we don’t necessarily have to stay quiet and focused for long blocks of time. In fact, God will sometimes direct our wandering thoughts to areas He wants us to meditate on before Him or pray about. And if we practice focusing on Him, we’ll get better at doing it more frequently and for longer periods of time when necessary.

Worship is not complicated. At least it doesn’t have to be. All we need to do is present ourselves before God and respond to Him. If you don’t know whether to start your worship time by praying, reading your Bible, remaining silent, or some other activity, ask Him. He’ll tell you. Remember that the main thing is not what you do, but the fact that you are offering God your heart. You can do that anytime and anywhere. Because wherever, whenever you are, He’ll find you and meet you. And worship will happen.

Psalm 96:9—Worship the LORD in the splendor of holiness; tremble before him, all the earth!