"Don," he said. "If we are not willing to wake up in the morning and die to ourselves, perhaps we should ask ourselves whether or not we are realy following Jesus."----Bill in Blue Like Jazz
WHOA!!! this really got me! it's so true, and so beyond us...and yet, it's exactly what jesus calls us to do. when i was almost going to give birth to my oldest i had the WEIRDEST dream (typical) except this one really DID mean something! i was laying on a table in a delivery room-very 50's style, but no stirrups-whew! there was this weird technicolor landscape out the wide, narrow window, sort of a Gone with the Wind deal, which SO isnt me. after i'd had the baby, a TON of people were standing around the table i was laying on asking fervently "what's her name? what's her name? what's her name???" over and over again. i sat up suddenly, thrust my fist into the air and said "Her name...is...FREEDOM!!!". and then i woke up! about 7 years later my Abba told me what the dream meant-that by having kids i'd know TRUE freedom-death to self! aint THAT the case! it's a painful death...but thankfully im getting some opportunity to become less self-absorbed. tough. i so often complain (ok, an understatement!) about having to pick up the dirty dish for the 6oooth time, or putting the new t.p. roll on the roller, or...and yet-all opportunities to die to myself.
whew...amazing.
ive been thinking of what some author said about the negative power of pruning-of thinking that someone might need a little direction this way-snip, snip. and so instead of encouraging them, we run around snip snipping at each other! sick. i was snip snipped to death as a child-nothing was "good enough"! i still have a hard time accepting good enough in myself, and im sorry to admit, in others sometimes, to. my honey told me a horrible story yesterday, of a snipping that happened to a friend of his, a fellow teacher in her 40's.
they were having this conversation about writing and she was saying how she wished she would write, and so my honey asked her why she didnt. she said that as a child she wrote ALL the time, and at 10-ish was completely inspired by the C of N by Lewis. she made up a story of some kids who find a wardrobe etc, but the similarity ended there, and she made up whole different worlds etc, and would write for hours and hours about them! until....her parents sat her down and explained to her about plagarism. PLAGARISM!!!! im sick-im so sickened by that. and sad. but how often do i do it to my own kids? maybe not as sickening as that-so obviously duh-but...other ways-snip snip! i think i want to be MUCH more encouraging-not fakey, just full of love and compassion. i want to BE that way....more often then not. that's my prayer for today, as well as the other one about dying to self, which really go together.
so that's it. my goals for the day-for the next minute, to keep them manageable! i dont even know HOW to let good enough be good enough. i really dont-*sigh*.
