(My rockhound kids with his geode finds from Payson last weekend. More on that another post.)
I'm still here. It's been a full couple of weeks. Mostly full of sickness. UGH!
Tomorrow I get to teach the 3rd and 4th graders at Pathway one of my favorite sections of the Bible. The part where the lady pours expensive perfume over Jesus head, causing quite the stir. What others saw as a waste, Christ saw as an act of adoration.
I get to "waste" my life and all I have on responding to the love of Christ with my poured out life. To some it will be a beautiful perfume. To others it will smell like a waste. Like death.
Monday, it's back to work. This is the last stretch of time I get to spend with the kids and staff at Wildflower. I want to leave it better than when I came. I have a lot of work to do.
I was thinking the other day about how turned upside down my world has been the last few years. I had a plan. It didn't go my way. And that's a good thing. I am no Joseph. But I agree with Joseph, things done were wrong, but God had a plan. And part of that plan was to cause me to be refined. It is good that I've been afflicted. It's caused me to learn God's word even more. Being a homemaker isn't about where you make money, or if you make money; it's about making a home that honors the Creator of marriage and parents and family. Christ-like submission is not weakness or slavery or doormatishness; it's Christ-like. It's not submission to wallow in self-pity. That's just pouting because I want things my way. It's not submission to gladly do whatever you agree to. That's agreeing.
Entrusting yourself to Him who judges justly. That's Christ-like submission. It's good that I've been and continue to be afflicted.
May Christ be magnified in me!
I've been off Facebook and Blogger quite a bit. It's good. I've wanted to write many things, yet I've had this whispering in my heart:
Learn in quietness.
Some will think that's a waste. At least One will think is smells beautiful.
Quieted,
Sheila
