Fear and Faith

I’ve always promised to be real here, and the only way to do that is to be honest…I have a fear problem, and I’m becoming convinced that I am not alone.  There are times when I think it’s just me.  Why does everyone else walk around getting their groceries and carpooling their kids with smiles of peace on their faces; and I’m walking about with a knot in my stomach or anxiety burning in my chest?  But the more I talk with other women, the more open I am, the more I am learning that a lot of people have a fear problem.  A lot of mothers in particular.  Maybe a better way to put it is, I have a “what if” problem.  I am noticing a pattern in this for me, and I can’t help but think back to our Moses Study.  I literally am the doubting, fearing, wandering Israelite that Moses was leading around the desert. I am that enslaved and hopeless Israelite that was rescued by her Redeemer, yet still faces each new struggle with the fear of one that has not been redeemed.  Well of course I am, we all are (or at the very least have been at some time), that was the point of the study.  It didn’t matter how many miracles God performed on behalf of his children, it didn’t matter how many times He delivered them from their enemy, His children still doubted and feared…and so do we.   We are meant for something greater though.  We were not created for fear and wandering, but for a glorious promise land.  But to enter it, we must drop the baggage of fear at the gate.  Fear and doubt kept the Israelites out of their Promise Land, and you better believe it will keep us out of ours.

I took this picture in my backyard a few weeks ago early one morning.  My world is loud and busy and usually chaotic, so for me, I genuinely long for moments of quiet when I can listen for the Lord’s voice.  I am particularly in awe of those quiet times that come accompanied by dramatic evidence of the Lord’s sovereignty over my life, over my struggles.  This particular morning was one of them.  I sat alone in my backyard, barely able to take a breath; and watched what seem to be the Lord’s presence wake up the earth and move majestically and mysteriously over the ground.  As the sun rose, and His glory seemed to hover,  I thought of the awesome power of God.  I thought of the beginning, when the world was formless and empty, but His hovering Spirit brought life.  I thought about Moses and the Israelites trembling at the bottom of the mountain where the Lord descended.  I thought of the Glory of the Lord that settled in over the tabernacle.  It was a great cloud of smoke by day and fire by night.  That’s great might and majesty!  As my mind swirled with examples of God’s great power, 1 Corinthians 3:16 slapped me in the face that morning: “Don’t you know that you yourselves are God’s temple and God’s Spirit lives in you?”  It was as if God was asking me, “What are you afraid of?” Have you forgotten my power?  Do you not know what I can do?”  Or even further “Do you not know where I, in all my power and might, dwell?”

My sweet Anna told me the other day while I dumped my heavy heart on her during a jog, that I needed to stop fearing and claim the authority that I have in Christ.  She quickly rattled off Philippians 4, reminding me that “The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”  She said “you have power, claim it!”  How true are her words.  All that fire, smoke, power, might and sovereignty of the Lord’s spirit, dwells in little, fearful me…and you.  We are the Almighty’s temple.  We as God’s children have been given victory over all our struggles and fears because of Christ; yet we cower in the corner of our lives fearing a storm in the distance.  Oh us of little faith.

And speaking of storms, Peter experienced one that is worth mentioning here:

Immediately Jesus made the disciples get into the boat and go on ahead of him to the other side, while he dismissed the crowd. After he had dismissed them, he went up on a mountainside by himself to pray. Later that night, he was there alone, and the boat was already a considerable distance from land, buffeted by the waves because the wind was against it.  Shortly before dawn Jesus went out to them, walking on the lake. When the disciples saw him walking on the lake, they were terrified. “It’s a ghost,” they said, and cried out in fear.  But Jesus immediately said to them: “Take courage! It is I. Don’t be afraid.”  “Lord, if it’s you,” Peter replied, “tell me to come to you on the water.”  “Come,” he said.  Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord, save me!”  Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. “You of little faith,” he said, “why did you doubt?” (Matthew 14: 25-31)

And so He asks you and me the same thing today.  It seems that what I have is a faith problem, not so much a fear problem.  How about you?  Your Redeemer is near and dwells among you, stop your fearing my friend.

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Embellish

em·bel·lish  [em-bel-ish]

1.  to beautify by or as if by ornamentation; ornament; adorn.
2.  to enhance (a statement or narrative) with fictions additions.
It’s a great word, isn’t it?  It’s such a pretty word.  Dainty and girly.  I love embellishing stuff, and I’m not alone.  Take the girls from O’verlays for example.  They have created a business by embellishing stuff.  They help you take that ho hum everyday piece of furniture and turn it into this:

Lovely, huh?  I love the idea.  They are wood overlays that you can glue onto a surface for embellishing, and then paint.  Simple, yet genius.  These girls are so smart.  Check out this bath redo:

Or this headboard:

Here are other options of designs they offer:Melanie Royals of Royal Design Studio likes to embellish too.  She too can transform furniture, but her method is with stencils rather than overlays:

And of course, you can use stencils on any surface.  I have used Melanie’s stencils for years and I love them.  Here is an example of “Moorish Trellis” stencil from Royal Design Studio website:

I used it here in my little man’s room:

This is Melanie’s example of “Donatella Damask”:

I used it in my new hallway  (remember the one room that became three):

And then there are all kinds of animal prints to choose from:

I used the zebra stripes on the back wall of my cupboard:

This is the first stencil I ever used for embellishing.  Here is Royal Deign Studio’s “Acanthus Damask” example:

I applied it over the cooktop in my kitchen:

Cutting Edge Stencils is another manufacturer.  I have never used their products, but I’m impressed with many of their designs.  This one is a beauty:

And since drywall should be going up soon in our addition, I was talking to the girls about how they wanted their room to look.  Ella told me that she was hoping there would be neon peace signs all over the walls.  What?!?!?  I told her that if by “neon peace signs” she means “light blue damask”, then yes, she can have that.  Don’t judge me.  I consider myself a pretty cool mother, and I allow a lot, but there will not be any neon green peace signs in that room.  This is what I have picked for their room.  Those pearls make me swoon:

But for now, there are still just studs.

And is that a hole in the ceiling of their new bedroom?  My carpenter husband went up there yesterday and framed this cut out.  I think his inner 7 year old is about to come out in interesting ways.  I heard him murmuring something of lofts, secret doors, and zip lines.  I will keep you posted.

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A New Adventure

I was a teacher before I had children.  I taught the grades that my girls are in right now.  But as soon as I held my brand new firstborn in my arms, I knew my days of teaching were over.  I had the ability and privilege to choose whether I worked or stayed home, and there was no question that I was staying home.  But these two girls of mine have grown, and now I’m driving them to school each day.  It’s a great school, I mean a really great school.  A school that is committed, and I believe even anointed, to grow children in the image of their Father in heaven.  The staff meets daily to pray for the day, to pray for the children, to pray for His glory to be seen.  It’s a great place, and our family has been blessed to have been a part of it.

But I can’t ignore what I know I’m being called to any longer.  I’ve tried for a year now.  I ask myself, “How can this be?”  Our girls are happy.  This school makes sense.  They are being challenged and loved everyday.  Everything is fitting nicely into a perfectly wrapped box.  Why open it and tear the paper when the package looks so pretty?  Things are working systematically fine just the way they are.  Except.  Except the Lord is telling me to rip open my pretty box and see that there is something else He has for us.  There is something else inside that is even greater than the pretty package I’m looking at each day when I drop my kids off at school.

Even though I’m still in shock at what we are about to do, I totally trust and believe that His plan is better than mine. So though it’s shaking me up in every way possible on the outside, I have total peace on the inside about our decision.  Last week I turned in my “non re-enrollment form” for school next year.  We have decided to home school our girls.  We really believe this is God’s desire and will for us, and so it will be our great delight to be obedient.  And in the brilliant words of my husband “Worse case scenario, we learn that we are complete idiots and totally incapable of teaching the girls, and we beg the school to take us back next year”.  I so love that man.

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(photo credit of my girls: Rachel at Millie Holloman Photography)