14 May 2010

Can you see the hole in my ear?



Wow! God is good. I've been reading Surrender by Nancy Leigh DeMoss. I must admit that this book was the result of an impulse buy (since it was only five dollars at our church courtyard shop), but I have been so blessed by it. I started reading while in the Dominican Republic and God met me right where I was, as usual, right? I don't know if I'm the only one who does this but I have a tendency to dig into books and stop mid-way just to start another book. Either way, I picked this book up again after my women's bible study recommended it and - wowie! I love, love, love it. This post is primarily reflective of the last chapter I read so kudos to Nancy Leigh Demoss for her God - fearing heart.

I would like to think that I am fully surrendered to God in all that I do, but I’m not. Last night when I was lying in the most comfortable bed in the world (mine), with a lovely down comforter, loads of pillows, and the freedom to go to bed at any time desired (9:30pm that night), I realized I am not truly open to what God has for me. In discussing future plans for my career, I honestly thought that I was real when I said “I am open to wherever God wants me to be”. But as I was lying in my delightful resting place, I realized the limitations I continue to put on God’s plans for me. Yes, I am open to any job, but only if I like the salary. Yes, I am open to attending graduate school, but only if I can have a break before I start again. Yes, I am open to tithing, but as long as I have money left over for me. Yes, I am open to missionary work and traveling places that may not have drinkable water and the like; but that willingness comes with the premeditation that I STILL get to come home to a bed with blankets, an air conditioner, food on my table, unnecessary leisure activities, and money almost at my complete disposal. How sacrificial is that?

As a Christian, I have become so consumed with the phenotype of comfortable, “sacrificial” Christianity, and blind to the radical opportunities that God has for me. It's easy to go to church. It's easy to spend time with other Christians and it's easy for most to make wise decisions and refrain from a lot of the daily, social choices that are of the flesh. So do I really understand what a bondservant of Jesus Christ is?

In Deuteronomy 15, I read about slaves. After six years of being a slave, the slaves were required to be released after their time of service. If a slave loved his or her master enough to remain a slave, the ear would be pierced with a hole to designate lifetime commitment to a master. Radical.

“And if it happens that he [the bondservant] says to you, ‘I will not go away from you,’ because he loves you and your house, since he prospers with you, 17 then you shall take an awl and thrust it through his ear to the door, and he shall be your servant forever. Also to your female servant you shall do likewise.” Deuteronomy 15: 16-17

This is more than just a hole in someone’s ear. This is a sacrificial (legit sacrifice) life, with love and obedience to the Master’s will; without limitations and the opportunity to change. Intense, right? Not to mention that it requires to be completely owned by one’s master. Sound familiar? Was it always easy? Doubt it. Was the slave always happy? Probably not.


God's plans, without complacency, for me (and you) may mean:

-Spending my whole life ministering to a friend, family member, co-worker, when they are completely uninterested, unloving, and unresponsive.

- Sitting in traffic on my way to a job only to meet with unpleasant co – workers at a place where my efforts always go unnoticed

- Being a full – time parent who shows my, most often ungrateful,children the love of Christ in the way I live.

- Never being able to take vacation or experience free - time, hobbies or the like – but instead serving people who will never be able acknowledge me in gratitude.

- Going to school for over 7 years to work in a place where my faith is daily challenged.

- Working hard for a job promotion and achieving it, but then being devalued, demoralized, and degraded

- Living a life completely unnoticed by others



I can go into more detail by sharing the difference between slave and servant, but Nancy Leigh DeMoss does an awesome job so maybe Surrender will be your next read. (It’s only $4 for a used copy on Amazon or you can borrow my copy).



“For do I now persuade men, or God? Or do I seek to please men? For if I still pleased men, I would not be a bondservant of Christ.” Galatians 1:10

“But made Himself of no reputation, taking the form of a bondservant, and coming in the likeness of men. And being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself and became obedient to the point of death, even the death of the cross.” Phillipians 2:7-8

I want to be able to say that I was sent as a bondservant of Jesus Christ just like others before me have said. I want the hole in my ear to be representative of the fullness of joy and confidence I have in my Master.

09 May 2010

Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother’s Day!

Happy Mother’s Day to a mom who always makes sure I don’t go to bed hungry; who would make me peanut butter and jelly at any hour – if I asked; who helps me decide on which blouses match best with my shoes. Happy Mother’s Day to a mom who tells me she is proud even when it seems like I don’t care, who cried with me when I started my period in Junior High, who also went with me to buy my first purse that same day. Happy Mother’s Day to a mom who gives hugs that nobody else can give; who gives me her socks when I can’t find any; who accompanies me to do all the girly stuff like shopping, pedicures, and makeup hauls. Happy Mother’s Day to a mom who is the best mom I could ever ask for. Thank you for teaching me how to be a wonderful mother just by being you. I love you, mom.
My mom.


We celebrated Mother’s Day with a wonderful lunch to honor our amazing, selfless, sacrificial mothers. As each mother arrived, she was greeted with a tiara, a pearl necklace, a wand, and a few bedazzled rings (kudos to my sis for the queen-themed props). All the mothers enjoyed the lovely food that so many helped to prepare. I attempted to make my first raspberry crumb cake from scratch. I was pretty excited that it turned out so well. All in all, each mom felt extremely special as children rotated in serving them various dishes. They deserve it! Thank you to all who helped make this day such a success for the mothers who deserve so much more.






Meet Oma. (Grandma in Dutch).
Born and partly raised in Indonesia (until age 13), she is a woman whose selfless lifestyle has most likely gone unnoticed because of her absence in complaints. I remember hearing her stories about eating chocolate covered grasshoppers in Indonesia, hiding in mud up to her chin during the war, and seeking refuge in a farmer’s house. What a life! Despite her intriguing history, she is filled with bundles of energy and her silly jokes never cease to surprise us. An Indonesian woman who fell in love with a Dutch boy in Amsterdam helped create history and eventually bear wonderful mothers. I hope my grandchildren will be able to reflect - in curiosity - at my life and see that I led a selfless life just as much as Oma did. Happy Mother’s Day.



Meet Cody’s mom – Sue. The first woman I’ve seen to gracefully balance a chic femininity with an unwavering courageous side. What I mean is – she does the stuff that women most often ask their husbands to do – not in an unattractive, manly sort of way, but in a wow-I-wish-I-was-less-needy-and-more-like-Sue kind of way; a hard worker. She encourages me to try out the adventurous stuff that becomes no longer off limits just because men mostly do it (although she is deathly afraid of spiders). She is an awesome, wonderful woman of God who has sacrificed so much of herself to raise her boys. I admire her for that. Happy Mother’s Day.



Meet Adriana. My brother-in-law’s mother. Although I don’t know her too well, her life continuously bears evidence of the love she has for her children. Unbelievable sacrifices to ensure that her children have opportunities for successful futures. All I can say is that I pretty much dig my bro-in-law, so she did an awesome job. Happy Mother’s Day.






"For A Special Mother"




Our best "motherly" decor.






Delightful goodies.








Compliments of my dad, the next Iron Chef.





The best gift.
Each mom recieved personally written cards from each child.



This was most often the result of reading the personalized cards.
The best gift for a mom.




Happy Mother's Day!