Grace Is Not A Credit Card

Live as free men, but do not use your freedom as a cover up for evil; live as servants of God. -1 Peter 2:16

In plain English: Jesus died to pay your debts, not to open up a tab.

Sinning on purpose with the pre-planned intention of repenting after the fun is done– not cool. Of course, you’ll be forgiven every single time, but when you stand before Christ and try to tell Him how you fell and just couldn’t get up, He will probably say something like, “No, son, you jumped”. 

I’m not talking about those struggling with habitual sin with a sincere desire in their heart for change and for salvation.  I’m talking about the ‘untouchable sinners’ who glide through life on a cloud of forgiveness and imaginary invincibility, denying themselves nothing.  Now that’s cold.

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Ladies, Pray For Our Men

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Pray for your men.  Our men. 

God created men to be the head and not the tail.  The world wants to flip that.  Many of our men are not in their rightful places either because of circumstances beyond their control or because of their own choosing.  Either way, they need us to pray for them.  We are the helpmates.  We are God’s gift to them.  Created from a rib, closest thing to a man’s heart, we know his needs even better than he does. God gave men a huge responsibility in making him the leader of his family.  But God also provided help (women).  It is our duty to be helpmates.  Though I know this is sometimes easier said than done, God created us for this purpose and he gave us the tools.  Don’t let the world tell you anything to the contrary.  When we get weary, we are to go directly to God and petition for our men.

Men are vulnerable.  Yes, they are vulnerable. They sometimes have tunnel vision.  They have to be that way sometimes because they carry a very heavy load in life and sometimes emotions can cause them to become weary.  They are taskmasters by nature.  Women can see around corners.  We are made this way so that we can have their backs and protect their hearts.  As a man’s rib, you are closest to his heart and no one else will know how to pray for a man like a woman.  Believe and remember that the devil is out to get your man.  It’s so serious out here in this world.  We women need to do more praying and less complaining.  More encouraging and less criticizing.  More building up and less tearing down.  When he makes you want to choke him, hug him instead. When our men suffer, we suffer.  Our children and families suffer.  Society suffers.  They are being challenged left and right from the moment they wake up in the morning to the second their head hits the pillow at night.  Your father, husband, brother, boss, co-worker, son, neighbor, boyfriend, cousin, etc.  Pray for them.  They need us.

Forget your feelings

I just wanted to share my favorite movie quote.

“Did anyone ever tell you that being a Christian is fact and not just feeling? Jesus didn’t go to the cross because he felt like it.”

From All The King’s Horses, Mark IV Pictures

Dear God, do you know what time it is?

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I love my mom but she can smother me a bit sometimes.  If she doesn’t hear from me every single day, she worries.  Let more than one day go by and she panics.  I mean really panics.  She will call my in-laws, friends, you name it.  She watches too many crime shows and thinks that I may have either snapped or am spread out on the kitchen floor in a pool of my own blood.  She will call me up to a dozen times a day until she hears from me.  Even at 6 am when I’m just waking the kids up for school, or at 11:00 pm when I’m just dozing off after putting my last load of laundry in the dryer.  Honestly I do get pissed off sometimes and wonder if she ever looks at the clock before she calls people.  I was just thinking of how God can be the same way- only not obsessively panicked.

I love talking to God at the weirdest times.  In the car, in line at the store, in the shower… anytime I can grab a free minute or two.  It’s like mental texting.  I go to God with EVERYTHING!  I’ll be at the store and literally say, “God, I’m tired and I have cramps but I want the kids to eat something healthy.  Help me out here. Please?”  He comes through, too!  “Chicken wraps it is!  Thank you Jesus!”  He has a sense of humor too.  I’ll say something like, “God, I’m ghetto and I really don’t wanna have to slap this woman right now but she’s almost there!  Please help me control my flesh!”.  Then God will whisper something like, “Are you bold enough to slap my child right in front of me?”  I know, right?  He knows exactly what to say to stop me in my tracks.

But no matter how often I talk to Him, He likes to wake me up at 2, 3, 4 o’clock in the morning.  I know it’s him too cuz I wake up feeling like someone put their hand on my arm to gently awaken me.  And I always wake up with the same song in my ear- ‘He Reigns’ by Schachah.  He knows that song is my favorite.  I don’t know why he does this but I learned to stop complaining about it long ago.  All I used to do was count up the precious minutes of sleep I was losing, and lay there being mad.  Eventually I would fall asleep just 30 minutes before my alarm went off.  Talk about mad! 

Then one day for some reason it occurred to me that somebody loves me so much that they want to talk to me RIGHT NOW.  And that feels good.  Very good.  Sometimes he does all the talking.  Sometimes I give him everything that is weighing on my mind.  Sometimes I just start thanking him for all kinds of blessings.  Now when he wakes me up I quietly say, “Hi, Abba”, and smile.