Friday, May 4, 2012


This post is going to be honest. Really honest.

The "Dialing it Down Challenge" has been eye-opening in many ways.

1. We've failed. We haven't been able to muster the discipline to stick with it to a T. On the whole, we've done well, very well. But, in the end, we can't do it. It's been a great reminder of our need for Christ. We are unable to meet the requirements of heaven, and therefore we are desperate for His saving grace. Who woulda thought a banana could be a reminder of that?

2. We are spoiled rotten. The fact that we HAVE food to eat should be fulfillment enough, but we aren't satisfied with our 7 food choices. We want MORE/DIFFERENT/BETTER/NEW! Unfortunately, this doesn't end with food.

3. God is whacking away at my pride. It's hard for me to admit that I don't have the sticktoitiveness to follow the challenge to the letter. I hate admitting defeat. I despise failure.

4. God has caused me to question my motives. This is the second draft of this post. It started as a sweet little post with lots of beautiful pictures of my backyard and my vegetable garden, which is rapidly producing. I was going to "show off" my hard work, so that you could all oooo and ahhhh over it. I snapped the pictures and then I edited them, so that the already glorious looking produce, would seem even more lovely.  Why? Pride. That's why.

So, there you have it. Is this challenge teaching me anything? Absolutely. It's teaching me that, even though I'm in God's Word, and I even teach God's Word,  I don't have a full understanding of who God is. And, even more than that, I have a greater understanding of how much I need Him to rip away all of these disgusting things, and replace them with His holiness, righteousness, and humility.

Today, I'm so thankful for the cross. As I'm typing this, I can't help but think about the words of a sweet old hymn:

Alas! and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?

At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light,
And the burden of my heart rolled away,
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day!

Thy body slain, sweet Jesus, Thine—
And bathed in its own blood—
While the firm mark of wrath divine,
His Soul in anguish stood.

Was it for crimes that I had done
He groaned upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!
And love beyond degree!

Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut his glories in,
When Christ, the mighty Maker died,
For man the creature’s sin.

Thus might I hide my blushing face
While His dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt my eyes to tears.

But drops of grief can ne’er repay
The debt of love I owe:
Here, Lord, I give my self away
’Tis all that I can do.


one of nettie's girls said...

Sometimes those eye-opening lessons are painful and humbling. I have had many of those. I am just thankful He cares enough for me to keep chipping away at me. Love ya.

Norma said...

He has been showing me too what a miserable failure I am without Him. Have you read Max Lucado's book "It's Not About Me" ? I try to read it every few years to get myself back on track to just Showing His Glory. I still fail, but what a MERCIFUL God we serve! I need Him....every hour I need Him! HUGS!