My Scripture of the Year for 2018 is from Psalm 90:12.
For quite some time now, God has been placing the challenge on my heart to be fruitful.
While everyone else was celebrating the New Year with sophisticated parties, glittery dresses and fireworks, Chris and I were tending to three sick little boys. The unusually cold winter we’re having in Houston has caused a revolving door of sinus allergies and flu-like symptoms that has held us back from being 100% this season.
Even though I was looking forward to bringing in the New Year as a family, I wanted to have some fanfare. A look out the window at the neighbor’s fireworks display. My own personal critique of Mariah’s vocal arrangement for the ball drop. A sweet kiss from my hubby. A toast to what’s ahead of us.
I got none of that.
Now, we’ve come to the basis of the book’s popularity, the five love languages, as they pertain to Christ. Again, it is the extravagance of His love for us that is at the forefront of His Will done in this particular fashion. It’s important for us to understand that God so wanted to relate to us that He came down in the flesh to experience life as one of us, among us, as an example to us of life lived on purpose. Not only was the love of Christ extravagant, it was also relational. So as we review the Five Love Languages of Christ, let’s look for the different ways God relates to us through Christ.
I once had a car that drove smoothly. I really enjoyed that car. But the problem was that I could never seem to keep it filled. The fluids seem to run right through the car, especially the gas. I found myself at the gas station far more often than I thought I should be. Ultimately, I couldn’t put enough gas into the car to satisfy it. And unfortunately, I had to move on from it. As much as I really wanted to keep the car, it just wasn’t beneficial or practical. I had to get rid of that car.
When I was younger, I used to daydream about my future husband. What characteristics he’d have, how tall he’d be, how amazing our relationship would feel. I envisioned the many ways he would take care of me, how much he’d appreciate me, how he’d love me. I crafted all these delightfully intoxicating expectations in my pretty little creative head. And I skipped blissfully into marriage, seeing my wonderful new husband as the man sent by God to fulfill my self-imagined, self-imposed prophesy of euphoric love.
I’ve never been more disillusioned.
All day, I’m making choices. From routine choices to make when getting myself and three boys ready in the morning to deciding what path to take with a particular student, even to determining how to have important discussions with my husband. My mind succumbs to the weight of the decisiveness needed on a daily basis. And I get tired. Defeated. Dragged down and worn out.
I get decision fatigue.
I don’t know about you, but I’ve really enjoyed this series. It’s been an enlightening journey of sheer honesty and undeniable conviction. I’m challenged to dig deeper and to grow my relationship with God through a more vulnerable voice and a more sensitive ear.
If you’ve missed any section of the series, or if you just want to check it out in its entirety, here’s the full series for your review.
7 Essential Elements of Powerful Prayer
In this How to Get Your Prayer Life series, I’ve discussed the difficulty of prayer, introduced the concept of prayer envy, and offered candid tips for getting rid of prayer envy. And I’ve been enjoying the series thus far. Hopefully, you have too. But it still leaves the question that we have all ask ourselves and others in the faith…
How should I pray?