Faith

character vs. calling

Our character needs to be strong enough to uphold our calling. I don't care how charismatic your personality is, how big your ministry might be, or how many people read your blog. If underneath it all is a heart that lacks integrity, at some point, it will all come tumbling down.

I've seen it happen.

Godly anointing and passionate vision simply cannot withstand the crumbling-sandcastle effect of faulty character.

We can only build as high as our foundation runs deep.

Which means I need to focus more on building my character than on clarifying my calling.

I can get extremely tunnel-visioned in seeking God about my future and my next steps. I forget that I've already been told the big-picture plan He has for me:

I am called to be more like Christ.

And that's more about the character of my heart than the direction of my path.

Being more like Christ means I must decrease and allow Him to increase in me. That is the ultimate in character-building.

It means being intentional to love deeply, forgive fully, and serve wholeheartedly.

It means watching what I say, walking in humility, remaining joyful.

It means actively trusting Jesus and applying God's Word to my life.

It means cultivating the fruit of the Spirit---All of them. Even patience.

Developing character is a whole lot harder than developing a five-year plan.

Then why do I put less thought and effort into it than I do into figuring out what my next meal's gonna be?

Ouch.

Something's gotta give.

And I think that something is me.

silent saturday

This morning I've been overwhelmed with this thought:

God does His best work when the fire gets the hottest, the night gets the darkest, and the fear gets the loudest. Keep waiting. Redemption is coming.

On this Silent Saturday, I need to remind myself of that truth.

He died a death we deserved to die, our mortal life in exchange for His eternal one.

No matter how long our Saturday is, redemption is coming.

Keep waiting.

death and life

This weekend makes me mindful of death and life. I can't help but think of all the ways I need to die to myself.

I'm stuck on how much I need to decrease so that He can increase. I keep thinking about the things I need to let die in my heart and in my thinking. There are so many things Jesus died to free me from that I unnecessarily take back onto myself. I need to leave those at the cross once and for all.

I also can't help but think of how badly I need His resurrection power to have its way in me.

I need to allow His truth to come alive inside me. I can't fully live until I embrace who He says I am. I need the fruit of His Spirit, the depth of His character, and the passion of His purpose to awaken inside me like a radiant new dawn. I am desperate for the newness of His living water to spring up in me. And to spring out of me.

Death.

Life.

I'm embracing both this weekend.

Just as He did.

four-minute friday: in two minutes or less

Go. I don't even think I can get four full minutes in. It's been that long of a week. No, I take that back. It's been a quick week, but overflowingly full in every way imaginable.

My brain is fried. It's been checked out for days. (Which definitely did not help with the hard week...)

So... Yeah. I've got nothing today.

After my raw, vulnerable posts earlier this week, I'm left with nothing to say. For now.

(Hopefully my brain will be back by Monday.)

So... You tell me something. Anything.

You could tell me what God's speaking to you these days. Or you could keep it light and fluffy and just tell me about your favorite pair of shoes.

Or what your weekend plans are. Or what your best friend is like. Or why you love Target so much.

You know, whatever.

Just please tell me something so I don't have to feel guilty for not saying anything on here today.

Happy weekend, friends!

Done.