Phew! Now she wants to be an athlete. Hmmm…. wait…. (I must confess this is still slightly less troubling to me.)
Archive for the ‘humility’ Category
Today my daughter told me she wants to be a fashion model. When she was four, she wanted to be a teacher. When she was six she wanted to be a veterinarian. Now, she wants to be a fashion model. When I probed further, she let me know that she wants to be a fashion model because rock stars have to study too much poetry “and that’s boring.”
Lord, have mercy, people.
I promise this child does not play with Bratz or watch Hannah Montana. If you haven’t read these two very wonderful and thought provoking posts, you must. It’s real. I’m on my knees.
The Bratz bathroom bummer at My Mommy’s Place — an excellent model for dialoging with our girls about not so innocent fun
Our daughers at This Ain’t New York — slow down the minivan, ladies. The sad part is, I drive my minivan pretty dang slowly. I think pretty carefully about the influences that enter my daughter’s life, and I try to speak truth to the ones that sneak in without my permission. What will happen to all of the other girls?
Humility is not about convincing ourselves or others that we are unattractive or incompetent. It is not about ‘beating ourselves up’ or trying to make ourselves nothing. If God wanted to make us nothing, he could have done it. Humility has to do with submitted willingness. It involves a healthy self-forgetfulness. We will know we have begun to make progress in humility when we find that we get so enabled by the Holy Spirit to live in the moment that we cease to be preoccupied with ourselves , one way or the other. When we are with others, we are truly with them, not wondering how they can be of benefit to us. Indeed, humility involves a Copernican revolution of the soul, the realization that the universe does not revolve around us. Humility always brings a kind of relief.
Humility, if ever we could grow into it, would not be a burden. It would be an immense gift. Humility is the freedom to stop trying to be what we’re not, or pretending to be what we’re not, and accepting our ‘appropriate smallness.’ In Luther’s words, humility is the decision to ‘let God be God.'” (p. 102)
from John Ortberg’s ‘The Life You’ve Always Wanted’
The best thing about middle age so far is that it I’m forced one to look away from my bulging middle, and all of my other imperfections that have not gone away in the last 39 years, to see what God has done and is doing for me. I like the view much better.
15 He died for everyone so that those who receive his new life will no longer live for themselves. Instead, they will live for Christ, who died and was raised for them.
16 So we have stopped evaluating others from a human point of view. At one time we thought of Christ merely from a human point of view. How differently we know him now! 17 This means that anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person. The old life is gone; a new life has begun! ~ 2 Cor. 5: 15-17
Now that’s MY kind of mid-life crisis.
God has been teaching me about humility in the last year or two. And I have been asking what an authentically humble me looks like.
Yesterday, I stood in front of my church and said these words:
I thank him who has given me strength, Christ Jesus our Lord, because he judged me faithful, appointing me to his service, though formerly I was a blasphemer, persecutor, and insolent opponent. But I received mercy because I had acted ignorantly in unbelief, and the grace of our Lord overflowed for me with the faith and love that are in Christ Jesus. The saying is trustworthy and deserving of full acceptance, that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners, of whom I am the foremost. But I received mercy for this reason, that in me, as the foremost, Jesus Christ might display his perfect patience as an example to those who were to believe in him for eternal life. To the King of ages, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory forever and ever. Amen.
I admit, I was embarrassed to stand up there and read these words from the second lesson of the day. I felt naked. I felt like I was confessing my own sins.
Too often, I tell myself, “I’m not so bad.” “So-and-so is a lot worse than me.” But I felt God letting me “try on” Paul’s authentic humility to see what it felt like, to let me practice being comfortable in a humble spirit.
I know that to really be used of God, I have to be comfortable saying, “I am the worst.” Not to dwell there and spiral down in shame, but to be aware of what I would really be without Him; to be aware that He is the only reason I am ever “not so bad;” to shake off the subtle arrogance that whispers, “You’re such a good girl; they’re not really talking about you;” to examine what I really believe about myself; to always and only give Him the glory.
I thank him who has given me strength, Christ Jesus our Lord. To the King of ages, immortal, invisible, the only God, be honor and glory forever and ever. Amen.