Monday, February 20, 2012

About The Men We Love

I had an idea this morning on the way to work.  There is a lot of books and articles and teachings out there about how men are supposed to treat women. It’s amazing! Men are to pursue us, even after they have “obtained” us. They are to give us adventure, invite us into theirs, and so on…it’s truly beautiful how much more there is about this in recent days. I’m truly thankful that I live in times like this. Women are more and more being considered equal with men. As for Jim and I we approach marriage as a team work thing. I believe he is the head of the home, but we do  life TOGETHER. I don’t shut up and follow. And I don’t believe for one second that he would be happy if I did. But he also does not try to dominate or control me or our life. We respect each other. And along with love and communication growing through the years, the respect does and needs to grow as well.

But my idea was about how women can treat men. I grew up with a very very outspoken mother. This helped me become a woman who knew how to fight for what I want and love; and to not take a backseat to anyone, man or woman. But she also taught me and talked a lot about how to treat a future husband. Anyone who knows my dad, knows he loves my mom and daily, DAILY, dies for her. I have not just heard this, I have SEEN it.

I believe he lives this love toward my mom because he’s a good, honorable man, but also because of what my mom has laid down her life to bring into his.  I heard and witnessed that women have the power-and I do mean power-to make men into Kings or babies. I want to make my husband a King.

As much as men ought to pursue we women, and shower us with romance, and communication, and  numerous tokens of love; women are to build up and shower their husbands with affirmation and praise. If you ask me. Women have the ability to build their home or tear it down. I have been married almost five and a half years. What kind of house am I building? I want a strong house. A beautiful house. A fun house. A house full of adventure.

One of the biggest issues for men is strenghth. I am not an old person, but I am not a young person either. I have seen a lot in the years I’ve been on the planet. What I have witnessed in many marriages, relationships, men and families is that men are either truly strong, or try to dominate because they are too weak to lead. True strength is the ability to set someone free and not hold them back. To set someone you love up for success; that is leadership, that is authority, THAT is strength!

I feel that my father set me free when I was young. He never held me back. Any limtations I ever had or accepted were never from him. I now have a wonderful husband who sets me free every day. I don’t  think either of us started this cycle, of building each other up, encouraging each other to go after our dreams, and so on. I think it’s just something that neither of us has ever stopped.  We fight to stay strong for the other; to push each other to things that if the other were to see success, it would honestly be a little scary. He encourages me and helps me remember I have dreams and ambitions and I can’t let them lay while I live like a victim. And in return, I want him to have every single thing his heart desires! All the things that I don’t understand and that sometimes seem impossible. I just don’t care! He must have every opportunity to claim his passions. I want his real strenth every day. I want him to be him, and nothing else. I think a man’s true strength can be kind of frightening. I think my true strength is terrifying
too. God is scary and wild and super unpredictable. I want my husband to be free to be likewise.

Ladies, we need to be humble and build our husbands up. No matter what the cost to our self esteem or our time or emotions. Every little thing you have spent so much of your time day dreaming about or imagining will not come the way you want it if you do not pour out some love. The rule of marriage is not that only the man demonstrates love. They need our respect. So show respect. Demonstrate it. Publicly agree and praise.  I know it doesn’t feel as though it will be refected on you, but how could it not. Build up the man in your life and he will raise you up with him. That is how it works. That is what love does. That is what our hands, hearts and words do. The opposite is also true. And I believe that to be a very very somber warning. Don’t tear your home down to sticks. Look at the man you love, the man you chose and build into his heart, his mind, his dreams and future.  

Sunday, February 19, 2012

India Pt.1

It started almost five years ago. My love for India. I just think everything about India is indescribably beautiful.

Jim and I had gone to a benefit for India Partners. We heard about people going to help women and children in Red Light districts and villages in Eastern India. Naturally we saw pictures of lovely children and many other people in India. Something in me stirred. They bring tears to my eyes. My heart is bursting with love and honor for the people in India.

I really believe the Indian people are a very important expression of the Lord's heart and love for creativity. The colors and designs and the way life is lived is desperately needed in the world. The earth is a diverse and lovely place, because of places like India.

This year I finally decided I wasn't going to wait for a dream to come true...I was going to chase it down. The hunt has begun! I applied and am on a team to go to India this year. I imagine there is much work ahead and this this will not be easy. But it will be glorious...Jesus loves them so much. The people of India are so precious to Him and I cannot wait to be among these breath taking, remarkable people!

This is a sweet token from India. Isn't it just perfect!?
God is so creative and gorgeous. He makes the Earth move and we get to move with Him.
He loves us

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Skin

I knew I would do this, not add any writings...I need to shake out of it and write more. I need to write with abandon...This is something I wrote on January 18. I'm like most girls and easily jump right into the slum of believing the opposite of the truth about myself. And then Jesus comes so soft and helps me hear the Truth he is...in small doses (the only size I can handle).  Here, some more thoughts:

I opened up the bible this morning while at my desk, to the part where you calm the storm. You told them they had little faith because they thought that the storm would kill them. A sudden storm, that would pass, so scared them, they believed very quickly that they would die. You could have rebuked them, certainly far worse that what you did.

I need to see Jesus that it is you. It is you, and not me. You don’t want me to say I’m a stupid girl…or talk about myself that way.  The truth is you are with me NOW. Not later when I get my act together. You are with me right now, in my crummy office, alone with me now…and yet you are bigger than my tiny little world. Please expose anything that needs to come to light and be repented of. I don’t like this silly emotional and physical prison. It hurts. It’s a pain that I was not desinged to feel, because it is separation from you. I simply was not made to ever function in it. I was made to function in the pain of losing my self as I travel more with you, where you are and where you go.

My skin was designed to let go of my body. So I can one day move and flow and not be stuck as I am now. I was not made to stay this way. I was not made to always think and feel as I do now. It always needs to expand. So my skin has always known it would have to let go of me.  You are beauitful. You are good. The only thing I have been able to say to you for a while now is that you are beauitful. It’s only thing I can see or conceive lately.