Welcome to the first edition of Friendly Friday! As much as I would love to blog five days a week, I need to keep my lazy rep. Clearly. That being said, I've decided to outsource Fridays to fellow bloggers. Maybe not every Friday, but as many Fridays as I have bloggers!
I'm not sure how many of the people who read this blog are bloggers themselves. If you're interested in doing a guest post for me, just send me an e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org with a link to your blog so I can see what you're all about. And, you know, make sure you're not insane.
Today's featured friend is Catie, (relatively) sane person and author of Newby at Home. She's a Christian (like me), a mom (like me), awesome (like me), and humble (unlike me). Read her entry here, then head over to her blog and show her some Lazy Christian love!
On our daily walk to the post office this morning, my 2-year-old daughter and I passed a neighbor shoveling snow off her sidewalk.
We hadn't seen her since before Christmas so I called out, "How was your Christmas?"
"Well! Merry Christmas to you, too! And Happy New Year!" she said with a big smile on her face.
"Umm," I thought, "that's not what I said. That's ok; just roll with it, Catie."
"Thanks! So, did you have a good Christmas?" Round two.
"Yes! It was great, how was yours?" she replied. The small talk continued for a bit, and then we were on our way.
I chuckled as Gillian and I walked away, thinking our neighbor must think I'm nuts wishing her a Merry Christmas in the middle of January!!
Something similar happened with my husband and I several weeks ago. I had made a meatloaf for dinner with some venison burger I was trying to use up. I really didn't like the venison burger in our meatloaf. In fact, I pretty much hated it. But since I knew we needed to use it up and Aaron liked it, I never said anything and just ate it. (This was one of several meatloaves made with the venison.)
At this particular meal, I nonchalantly mentioned that the venison wasn't my favorite. My husband was like, "Yeah, me too."
"Oh, you don't love it?" I asked.
"No, I really don't like it at all." He said.
"WHAT!?! I've been suffering through all these meatloaves and now you tell me you hate it too?!" We laughed about how we'd both been eating it only because we thought the other person liked it.
Miscommunication is a *funny* thing.
I'm glad it isn't like that with God. We don't have to worry if He'll understand what we are saying. Nor do we have to hold back our true feelings from Him. He knows what we are going to say before we even say it.
He always knows what's on our hearts and what we mean to say regardless of how well-spoken we are. He understands even if our prayers consist mostly of two words - "Lord, HELP!" Not that I would know anything about that.. *cough, cough*
You have searched me, LORD,
and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue
you, LORD, know it completely.
You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.
Psalm 139: 1-6
If I'm having a particularly hard day, I'll feel like such a failure that I don't even know what to begin praying for! But that's ok. He knows. And I believe in those times, if we just acknowledge our need for Him and maybe mouth a quick, "Lord, please help me," He will.
In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for God’s people in accordance with the will of God. (Romans 8: 26-27)
Thank you, Lord for knowing me better than I know myself and for helping me in my weaknesses!