Your words become your truth. And so I learned two hard truths last week.
Truth #1: Don’t say anything you don’t mind hearing out of the mouth of your three-year old.
Hearing the phrase, “Oh what the heck! I can’t handle this,” from among the backseat was very unexpected. And I have mixed emotions about it. While I can’t help but be proud that it was used in the correct context (driving behind someone for almost a mile who is obviously lost and slows down at every street) I also feel guilty because I know where she gets it. My words become her words. I am a teacher, I should know this.
Likewise, you probably shouldn’t say or TEXT anything to anyone in confidence that you wouldn’t mind sharing with everyone, including God. Because the truth is, he knows every heart (Acts 1:24) and hears and sees every word.
Truth #2: When you impulsively reply to a text, your response (whether appropriate or so not) may or may not be sent to a group of people in which, you did not intend. And upon closer review, when you realize just who that group text was sent to, you’re likely to experience that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach… The one that hopes and prays for the “un-send” or “edit” button to appear. Well friends, that is the gift of the Holy Spirit! Please tell me I’m not the only one!
“Let the Holy Spirit fill and control me.” (Ephesians 5:18) This includes the words out of my mouth, the mouths’ of those I parent (aka, the toddler), and the words I write (aka, in any and all texts). I don’t know about you, but I would love to hear my daughter quote scripture when confronted by thoughts and feelings that are not of God. And have peace in my gut after realizing my texts are no longer private. However, I must teach and lead by example. Paul tells us in Philippians 4:9 – Keep putting into practice all you learned from me and heard from me and saw me doing and the God of peace will be with you.
Do you use any words or phrases you would be shocked to hear out of the mouth of a toddler? Do you type anything you wouldn’t want to say out loud in church? Are you telling the truth? God knows. Do you?
If asked, “What is your mission for the summer?” what would you say? What would you wish to do?
Would you wish to fly somewhere? Move to another country? Maybe visit the moon? (in a cardboard box perhaps?) Or just watch the airplanes takeoff, land and taxi around the airport? (Click here)
Flying in an airplane somewhere for summer does NOT interest me. Not my kind of mission or wish. I literally fear it. But that doesn’t mean my daughter has too. In fact, I will do anything (like go to the airport and plane watch with her) so that she doesn’t have to experience the fear I go through every time I sit in the seat of a 747. And takeoffs are just the worst! Sitting strapped inside anything carrying approximately 422,000 pounds of fuel that is moments away from launching itself into the air 30-40 thousand feet above the ground just sounds terrifying.
First thing on my summer mission list was re-organize my classroom. I am a teacher who happens to love matching containers and is a little bit OCD. I actually started this mission the day after school ended. Being organized makes me calm. It fills my ARFF (I will explain later.) I am comforted knowing that everything in my classroom has a home. And then it hit me like a plane crash-landing with 422,000 lbs of fuel on board (not sure if this is even possilbe). God doesn’t care about my comfort or how organized my classroom library is. He definitely doesn’t care that all my container lids match. He cares about me. And my character. I am the first to admit, I can be pretty selfish. And God wants to change that.
Now back to the flying thing for a second. No matter how uncomfortable it makes me, I want a mission that can build my faith, just like flying. I want the kind of faith that gets stronger and stronger with every trip I take. When I first sat down to write this post, I wished for the kind of mission that was easy and comfortable where all the containers (and their lids) matched. Now I am leaning towards something bigger. Something more. I don’t know what it is yet but I am hopeful (and pray that I don’t leave the ground.)
And no matter how impossible I think it is, God is with me every step of the way, even if I forget. However, I always feel more closer to God when flying (and maybe even Heaven too.) It’s probably the only time I always remember to pray. But seriously… what is your mission? And does it involve God? Or matching lids?