Submission

Ephesians 5:22 - Wives submit to your husbands as to the Lord.

For the past 24 hours I've been struggling with a direct order from my husband that I have no choice but to submit to. The command from God to submit to our husbands is not one given lightly nor should it be taken lightly. As a rule, Woman Beautiful can weigh her submission on two things: will what I've been told to submit to be sin against God, and will it hurt others? If it will do neither of these, then she, me, is to submit. Every time I think about it I begin to cry. Is it going to be fun? No. Will it better me? Yes. Will I look back and be glad I submitted? Absolutely! Will it glorify God? Amen, yes. Nonetheless, every time I think about it, I begin to cry. I've failed these past 24 hours at "taking my thoughts captive and making them obedient unto Christ, knocking down strongholds and every false pretense that sets itself up against the true knowledge of God," (2 Corinthians 10:5). Honestly, I've ripped my husband up one side and down the other. Giving him tongue lashes that have the power to bring death to many aspects of our marriage. Satan doesn't care whether or not John and I have difficulties in our marriage, what he wants to do is steal my joy. Because, "the joy of the Lord is my strength," (Nehemiah 8:10) and if satan can steel my joy, he steals my strength! "Far be it from me that I should sin against God by ceasing to pray for my husband," (1 Samuel 12:23). In praying for my husband, it will bring the forgiveness and healing that I need right now. The healing that can only come from the Lord. The joyful healing that enables me to keep on loving him -- when I'd rather pop him upside the head and call him an idiot. (Yes, I'm way human.) The healing that strengthens me to accept the command in willful obedience to God therefore, submitting unto John as unto the Lord. 14 months from now I will be thankful that John had the courage to do what he did. And, by Monday morning, I will have embraced the opportunity to sumbit and trust that God will indeed work all things out for my good because I love Him and I am called according to His purpose. You, Woman Beautiful, are too! Love and Blessings, Amanda

THE FACE OF POOR

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways, acknowledge Him and He will direct your paths." (Proverbs 3:5-6, NAS.)

Have you ever wondered why the word of God says that our thoughts are not God's thoughts and our ways are not God's ways? When we, God's children, take on an attitude of knowing as much or more than he does, it goes without saying that we will act, think, reason and respond in our own understanding rather than that of God's. God's ways are not our ways: he says, love and forgive, we say, stand your ground, get even, make them pay. God says, be kind, others-centered, giving. We advise, say what you've got to say and do what you've got to do to get your point across and if you give, even more will be taken. God says, do unto others just exactly as you would have them do unto you. We say, you're going to get dumped on, you might as well dump first.

Just yesterday, 01-09-2010, I had the opportunity to visit with a street woman named Gloria. I happened to be at the church alone when she happened to finally stop in after walking by on previous occasions. Gloria needed help, she said and wanted to talk to the preacher. Even though she was very anti-preacher, anti-woman and anti-police, she needed help and would take her chances with talking to him. She asked if he was kind and was he easy to talk to. I assured her that he was and she asked if she could wait for him.

Throughout our 45 minute wait, she shared much of her life's story with me: from the days of growing up with a grandmother who loved the silent-motion picture screen to the death of her husband due to cancer just six weeks earlier. She very descriptively told me how preachers didn't want to help her with cash in case she wanted to use it for alcohol. Or how food cupboards wanted to pick-out her food for her even though the hotel she might be staying in only had a microwave therefore, the food needed to be microwaveable. And "a can opener, that would have been out of the question!" she added. She told me how on one occasion a police officer advised her to go to the Sheriff's Dept. to seek help. He didn't offer her a ride, but added that "he was sure she knew the way." As I sat listening, I couldn't help but wonder what this fragile creation of God has endured over her 75 years. I marveled at her knowledge of the big screen giants of yester-year and her accuracy of contextual scripture both memorized and quoted. Although she referred to herself as poor, I saw a woman rich in many ways. As she spoke, I thought. All that she said penetrated my heart and mind. Passing judgment comes easily; would I pass judgment today? Was this just an old woman whose face, lined with the wrinkles of struggle and pain, had become a very crafted con artist? Or, could I be entertaining an angel unaware?

What God whispered in my heart required an act of love and trust, not necessarily for Gloria, but for God. Would I fail the test or would I pass it with God glorifying colors? Would I obey and leave the rest to him? I reached into my pocket and pulled out one of the bills that I happened to have there. And I said, "Gloria, I don't know what kind of help, exactly, that you were going to ask the preacher for today, but I trust this will work." Her face lit up, she kissed the bill, and thanked me.

I invited Gloria to church and then asked her if I could pray with her. She said, "yes," and thanked me again. After we prayed, we stood to walk to the door and Gloria turned to me to say, "Amanda, I think God brought me to you today." I said, "Gloria, I think he did too."