This week you get a double dose of throwbacks. Today it is MacGyver, tomorrow…you’ll just have to come back and see!
|Here I am with Erika & Kendall. ( Yes I am blonde in this pic ). They are two of my armpit buddies.|
I know you are all wondering what in the world this post will be about. I’ll cut to the chase. I got to talk to one of my best friends today. Her name is Erika & she lives in Haiti. It was so nice to catch up and really let her in to all the things going on in deep inside.
Amazing how powerful the simple act of letting people in is. Sharing with them the unimpressive, broken and humiliating parts of you. Not just telling them, but allowing them to get in there with you & hold you up. Much like Aaron & Moses. Moses was tired, but Aaron held his arms up until the battle was won.
That is what true community does. They get in there & support you when the battle feels like too much. We love the idea of being vulnerable and supporting each other. It is an idea often talked about but rarely done. The reason for that is quite simple. For someone to hold me up, really hold me up, they would have to support me under my arms. In the armpits.
For someone to support me I will have to be incredibly vulnerable. If I want to support someone else, I will have to be selfless and get in there. Into the sticky, smelly, and gross parts.
I have to let go of hiding my weakness. I have to let go of feeling impressive and embrace my need.
My guess is that most of us have lost battles. Perhaps a battle with sin, fear, discouragement, a battle in marriage… In my life I can tell you a key to whether I won or lost a fight was directly related to my allowing someone to hold me up.
If you are in a fight, let someone in. They can’t hold you up by your smile or your manicured nails. Let them hold you up under your arms. Tell them the ugly bits. Confess the sin you are embarrassed by. Admit the failures that haunt you. Be unimpressive. Need God more than you need an image.
Loose your shame & win your battles.
|Yep, there I am in Paris. I’m the one in the middle of the human pyramid. That baby is my eldest when she was 10 months old.|
|No, that’s not Sarah. That’s my daughter & I after an Easter confetti fight.|
I have a sister.
Queen Victoria would have hated me. She wouldn’t have liked you either. We have two opposing ways of thinking. Victoria once said this:
“…We are not interested in the possibilities of defeat…”
Sorry, old girl, I have to disagree. I am way too interested in the possibility of defeat. In fact, it is the thing I am most interested in.
If the girl in the photo were Queen Victoria, she would have been confident. I can’t wait for this ship to come in! It is going to be a fantastic journey. Better than I imagined. I’ve got my picnic basket & I’m ready to go!
If I were the girl in the photo, I would have been getting all wound up. What if the ship doesn’t come? Or what if it sinks? Then I’ll be stranded & all I have is this stupid picnic basket. I can’t survive on that. Do I have enough money? If this ship goes down, I’m gonna need some money to bribe a way into a lifeboat. I hope I bought travel insurance. Where is this stupid ship? Anybody have an Advil?
I think of the potential failure rather than the potential victory. So do most of my friends. What if I date this guy and it doesn’t work out? What if I move and I don’t like it? If I risk and fail then everyone will know. I will be so humiliated. What if I have a baby & turn out to be a horrible mom?
The ‘what ifs ‘ are endless. We so quickly focus on all that could go wrong. We dream in muted colors for fear that our boldness may be too much. We sing on silent in case we are off tune. We love in controlled spurts so that we don’t get brokenhearted. Our obedience to God is in small increments because we are afraid of burning out.
Queen Victoria would not have invited me over for horseback riding & tea. She wouldn’t have liked my thinking. To be honest, I don’t like my thinking either. There is no joy in focusing on possible defeat.
Sure, I could step out and fall completely on my face. I could be a complete failure. My decisions could be all wrong. There is a large chance that I won’t measure up.
Or maybe it could go the other way. I could have a victory. I might love it. I could be better than I thought I was.
Either way, I know this. God will be with me. If I face defeat, He will pick me up & carry me back into the race. If I see victory, He will celebrate with me. God is the one who sustains my heart.
When my eyes are fixed on Him, I am no longer interested in defeat.
Thanks for the reminder Vicki. I’d love to grab tea sometime.