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Confession of a Glory Hog

IMG_1075My name is Louise, and I am a glory hog! There. I’ve said it and removed all illusions that I am writing because I think I have things figured out or all together!

Many of my ideas came to me while reading Emily P. Freeman’s new book A Million Little Ways. I read it on the tails of her first book Grace for the Good Girl. Both books are excellent! I couldn’t put them down, and they inspired me to start writing and painting again (I’ll save more about that for another post).

I have to admit, reading the eloquent words of others that so thoroughly peg my life and thoughts, I find myself wishing and dreaming that I had written them — to share with others, of course. So they would know me… GLORY HOG!

It’s my tendency, the natural bent of my flesh. I wanted to be the one so brave as to be transparent and so smart as to interpret the Bible for others. Thank goodness I am humble enough to see the jealousy and still  learn from others.

IMG_1781Oddly enough I feel called not to writing something profound, but to smallness ( explored in an upcoming blog). A quote from Emily Freeman, “The small only get that way because they first recognize how big we thought we were.” I have felt I must make things happen. Do things for God… BIG things. You know, “to whom much has been given…”

Instead, while great in many ways, my 49 years of life spent trying-oh-so-hard have been seasoned with frustration, disappointment and grief. I have realized I can not be and do all that I have asked of myself.  I feel like a nobody.  A failure. Despite all my good intentions, all my best efforts, I know the truth of how I’ve fallen short. I have hidden and worn masks. I’ve been self righteous and condemned.

But all this is a GOOD thing, because I am not all alone. I am in the presence of the king, and I am His daughter… a princess, no less! It is in His presence that I am free to be humble and small. Surrendered to His strength. Offering my life (weak and war torn as I am) and letting Him do the work through it. No more striving. It was never meant to be as I thought it was. He will use my gifts — in His way and to His Glory. I can trust Him.

DSC00188So simple, so beautiful. But then, then she slips in… the GLORY HOG!  Is that pride I am  feeling? … at the fact that I succeeded at failing in striving?!  😉

I was never meant to strive to be like Christ. I worked at it, and failed bitterly. That was Lucifer’s sin. My sin, even with the best of misguided intentions. The good news? My failure in offering my best efforts at doing life  is an opportunity for me to sink deeply into God. It’s not a liability, but a prerequisite for surrender and total dependance on God. The Glory Hog in me didn’t want to reflect the image of God, but to embody it.  (Emily nailed the truth of my flesh here). But that is not what I’m called to do. Oh the freedom in knowing it’s not all up to me — but to my Father.

IMG_1974Possibly this sounds familiar, or possibly, like too many words that make no sense. Let me offer a metaphor. I absolutely LOVE sunsets and sunrises — especially at the beach. The clouds and colors change dramatically as God does His magic in the sky. Blue water takes on all shades of pink. Diamonds sparkle in its waves and we all take pictures, trying to capture that which never quite shows up the same as simply experiencing the beauty. That blue water is reflecting all the Glory of God’s work in the sky! Reflecting. Gorgeous, but never quite as magnificent as the sky, it is still blue water. But just by being in the presence of the heavens, it reflects all the colors of the sun and atmosphere as God paints his canvas in the sky, and the waters shine pink and wonderful. Through no amount of valiant effort could the blue ocean ever become pink.  It is meant to be blue as He created it, and simply to reflect God’s glory — much like you and me. To God be all Glory!

Jude 1:25

to the only God our Savior be glory, majesty, power and authority, through Jesus Christ our Lord, before all ages, now and forevermore! Amen.

Why Blog?

IMG_3173When I was six I created a precursor to the modern day blog. It was my own little “all about me” book — created in a drawing pad, not as a school assignment, but simply because I wanted to be heard. To be known. I wanted to share my thoughts and feelings, my doodles, the things that were important to me; but I wasn’t sure anyone wanted to hear. Undeterred, I created. I listed my demographic information and confessed that I was “ankshous” to start 2nd grade. I drew a picture of my pet and the family room clock on the wall paper it adorned. Pictures. Thoughts. Feelings. Nothing special, and yet, all a happy-go-lucky little six year old girl understood of the world was represented in that early  “blog.”

As the fifth daughter I think I often felt unimportant. Like my offerings and concerns were somehow “little” and insignificant as compared to the older girls, and certainly the adults in my world. When I was 6, my sisters would have been 10, 13, 17 and 19 — worlds away!  I imagine I felt small, incompetent and sometimes invisible is their accomplished shadows.  I remember a family trip to Six Flags. While everyone else road a thrill ride, I went to the petting zoo. No matter how tall I stood, I did not reach the pointing finger. Too short to ride.

IMG_0535I kept drawing and writing. I loved cameras, magic markers, and paper dolls. I made up games and taught school to my dolls and stuffed animals — until about middle school. For some reason “art” became frivolous. Academics reigned. I learned to hide bits of myself and tailor other parts to better meet perceived expectations. I was more serious, less spontaneous. More accomplished, less known. More inhibited, less free.

But now, I’m almost 50! I’ve lived a lot of tears. Tears of joy, love, devastation and pain. I’ve got a little gray around the temples to testify to a bit of wisdom gained.  I’ve forgotten Calculus, Fortran and Physics, but not my earliest passions and desires.   Perhaps that little girl’s 1970 blog holds some answers for what it means for this woman to reflect the image of God to those He chooses. Now that I’m assured I am known and loved by Him, I am again free to share with others, without so much fear of what they’ll say or think — or even whether they will be interested. I can give freely of myself, without needing anything in return. For He is all I ever wanted and meets all my needs.

IMG_1280Here’s to my 2nd attempt at blogging!  😉  And if you made it with me this far, a heartfelt thank you! I would love to hear from you.

2 Corinthians 12:9

But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.