Today is a special day. A day that you get to meet family. Family that has inspired me, loved me, and accepted me for who I am. A woman of faith who has persevered through turmoil and still chooses to love God. Yep, that’s her. And the best part? She thinks I’m funny. I’m even going to go out on a limb and say hilarious. Right Aunt Connie?
You see, I love to make people laugh but sometimes, an awkward chuckle or an odd stare is what I get instead. And if that’s you? If that’s been your reaction to my humorous ways? I’m praying for you right now because I was funny and you missed it. But at least I can always count on Aunt Connie to laugh.
I remember Vacation Bible School weeks at her house and visits out-of-town to swing on the front porch and play in the trees. I’ve witnessed her life and for what it’s worth? Don’t ever assume no one notices. We are all watching. Especially if you claim to be a follower of Christ. And my friends, she means what she says. She loves Jesus.
Just last week, Aunt Connie sent yet another message to encourage me and point me back to the cross where only the truth can be found. I knew immediately it had to be shared with my Sweet Monday family. Besides, you guys think I’m funny too, right?
Reading her words of wisdom that are derived from the good book not only has helped me to grow but they remind me of what I need to remember most. Where to find my standards for living. Where to find the foundation of my faith. Ladies and Gentlemen…Aunt Connie.
While reading the definition of wisdom today I was thinking, what is wisdom?
Dictionary definition – Wisdom: the quality of having experience, knowledge, good judgment, the quality of being wise.
Biblical Definition – Colossians 2: 2-3… That their hearts might be comforted, being knit together in love, and unto all riches of the full assurance of understanding, to the acknowledgement of the mystery of GOD, and of the father, and of Christ. In whom are hid all the treasure of wisdom and knowledge.
Wisdom I believe comes from experiences, love, hurt, disappointments, loss, sickness and heartache… I know I’m not the sharpest tack in the box. Experiences, my job, and people in my life have given me insight into my own faults and shortcomings.
I want to be quick to forgive and slow to anger. Think before I speak, see the good in people while knowing we all have short comings (I have many). To work on myself instead of trying to fix others. To know when to stand up for something or someone or know when to let it go. To treat people the way I want to be treated (even if they don’t return the favor).
We all have different opinions and beliefs. Whether we agree or not, we serve the same GOD. I’m thankful that he walks with me and nudges me back on my path to him when I take the wrong exit…. Because I want to walk by faith not by sight. (2 Corinthians 5:7)
I just love when a woman who claims to know Jesus actually lives like it. There has been so much heartache in Aunt Connie’s life that for most, would send us packing. We would throw our hands up to the God we can’t see and put iron bars around our heart to never deal with it again. But she hasn’t. She has chosen to read God-breathed words and apply them to her life. What an example of true faith. My friends, let us learn a lesson today.
All scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting, and training in righteousness, so that the man of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work. 2 Timothy 3:16
You want the truth? You got it.
Beloved, there are plenty of days that I have chosen to lean into the comfort of this world and my own selfishness rather than meeting with the Creator of the Universe to see what he wants to say to me.
Sleep over scripture. Pride over humility. Rebellion and stubbornness over repentance and worship. Numbness and ignoring rather than opening my ears to the whispers of the Holy Spirit. Comfort and distractions over sacrifice and longing. Seriously. All me, way too many days.
Can I ask you a tough question this evening? And listen, don’t get defensive. Ain’t nobody got time for that. Instead, let’s face the hard truth. What is it that you are replacing the truth of God’s word with? What is your excuse for not reading the bible regularly? Why do you not care to know what God breathed into this book?
Maybe it’s sickness and exhaustion?
Oh I know, you don’t understand what you are reading, right?
Not enough time? Too many kids and distractions? Don’t know what version to read?
Or is it just simply that you choose not to.
Friends listen, I know, believe me I know. But what is amazing is that every time I crack open my bible and beg God for a fresh word, for a story just for me, he comes through. Every. Single. Time. No matter how long I’ve been away or what I just repented of. None of that matters. I always walk away refreshed and calmed. I get up relieved and assured. I live out the day as a daughter of the King and believing the promises I can claim. Every. Single. Time.
God’s never so mad at me for missing a devotion time that he will withhold his love for me found in scripture. Never. And if you are missing out on the intimacy offered with a Heavenly Father, what are you going to do about it? If you are weak and lonely, afraid and confused, or paralyzed and hurt? Where are you going to find your comfort, your assurance? If you are only relying on your pastor’s scripture reading for your nourishment, well, how’s that working for you?
Open your bible. Like now. Believe me. Believe Aunt Connie. It is in that book that you will find what you are looking for each and every time. I promise. Make your choice. Jesus or the world. Growth or complacency. A strong foundation or a house built upon the sand. You have to decide.
With love as always. Believe it.
Hello Friends! I am honored that you would choose to spend some time with me! My name is Melissa and oh do I carry a ton of baggage. Some under my eyes and even more in my mind! The good news, I have chosen to let that baggage serve as a reminder of the promise that “all things are used for good” and I’m hopeful it will allow us to bond over tears, smiles, and maybe even a little yelling. After all, I am a southern belle.