How do you do all that you do?
As women, as mothers, we are bombarding ourselves with images of what looks like perfection. We have Pinterest to show us the perfect way to organize our home, craft our hearts out, and style our family. We can thank Instagram for capturing the perfection of life by using filtered images with carefully placed "words of wisdom". We owe many of life's negative feelings to Facebook as we see perfect people hash out their opinions about injustice, elections, or religion when it was meant as a way to connect people it is actually tearing people apart. I could go on and on about the images that our brain stores away as standards of perfection that we desire. Some of us strive for perfection. Maybe it's for others to see, maybe its our own insecurities, maybe it's obsessive compulsions, maybe it's because we have and idea of how we should be stored away in the files of mind but we all fall short. Every single moment that we push for perfection, we fall short. So, when someone asks you "how do you do all that you do?" what is your response?
Just this morning as I was dropping off my beautiful foster baby girl in the nursery I was fussing about her dress and her perfectly placed bow and sounding completely exhausted about how we are never on time and that I'm the last to take care of me. A sweet friend from across the room asked me that very question. "How do you do it?" In all seriousness she is probably in awe of how I managed to get 4 boys, a husband, and a baby girl into church; late, but into church. Mind you, my grandmother had 6 kids, a farm, and no technology like we have today and they got to church on Sunday.
Of course, I smiled and said a few things that I think went like this..."Oh, I don't know either. I take care of me last. We are late no matter what I do. Here but late and I'm not sure everyone's teeth are brushed or hair is combed." I'm pretty sure I took the glory of the Lord right away from Him in that very moment. In that very moment, I became a Peter in Matthew 26. Well, that's what God decided I need to see for myself anyway.
Accent actually has several definitions. One is the distinctive mode of pronunciation of a language. The definition that stood out to me was, to emphasize. I'm no Bible scholar by any means but God certainly uses my Bible to speak to me and that's what He's done here. Many different translations use variations. For me, today, God wanted me to catch this little detail. Whatever your translation, it's how you are presenting yourself to others that gives you away. Do people recognize you as a follower of Christ by what you choose to emphasize about your life to others?
I also noticed that as Peter denied Christ three times, the intensity with each questioned built as if God himself was trying to drive the true answer right out of him. Much like when you know the answer your child should be giving you but you keep asking with more intensity because they keep denying the truth that you already know. First he was simply asked by a girl, then a girl said to the people, and then the people wanted to know. Imagine crowed building from the question of one single little girl. All for one, simple, truthful answer.
The denial started small.
You will be recognized as a Christian by what you "accentuate" about your faith. You will be given opportunities to give God glory for all He has done in your life. Peter could have said, "yes, I am a follower because He rescued me when I was sinking, we walked on water together, etc.
When I was asked "How do you do all you do?" That was my opportunity. That was my moment to glorify my Savior.
Answer: My Savior! The Helper! My Lord Father! Giving God all the glory for all that I'm able to do.
Peter loved Christ. Still, even though his accent gave him away, he denied Him.
Peter was trying to save his own skin.
Nothing I am able to do is by my own hands. My hands alone can not do all that I do. It's not because of me. When things are hard, I turn to Him. I ask for help. I should give Him the glory. You should give Him the glory.
Give Him the glory!
I am birth mom to my 3 boys, foster mom to 2 sweet babies, wife to my high school sweet heart, and daughter to my King. I love to write. I am no scholar but I love my Lord and He helps me.