“Nothing is sacred.” It’s a phrase often used to convey horror at the lack of respect bestowed upon a subject that had previously been designated off limits. These things range from religious symbols and objects of moral value (think, sanctity of human life) to even the more general things that, if violated, would cause a great amount of discomfort (“Boss cancelled Taco Tuesdays…is nothing sacred anymore?”).
I like to talk. If you’ve ever met me in person, you’re probably thinking, “Wow, Kathryn. Shocker.” I know. Hear me out. It’s not that I don’t like silence or being quiet. I’m actually very comfortable in it. It’s that when I’m with other people, I want to communicate. I want to share stories and ideas and information. Silence feels like lost opportunity!
If you have ever been through a season of suffering or struggles, then I’m sure you have encountered a well-meaning person who has said, “Don’t worry. God won’t give you more than you can handle.”
Turn on the television, and you see it. Dichotomy. The good versus evil, hero versus villain, yin and yang. The perfect foil. Balance. How can there be an up if there is no down? How can there be a left if there is no right to give it definition? If God is the definition of all that is perfect and good and holy, then Satan must be the opposite of this, right?
Warning: the following blog post contains bathroom-related content. My son just turned three years old. As such, he is super into three-year-old things like riding his scooter, kicking his soccer ball, telling me about everything his eyes land on, and…the potty. If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it 100 times: I’ve never learned more about my relationship with the Lord than when I became a mother. In light of this, here are a few lessons God has been teaching me from our attempt at potty training.
Can I confess something to you? The following phrases drive me absolutely bonkers: Follow your heart. You do you. What does your heart say? To thine own self be true.
Jesus is really good at taking an issue to the extreme, am I right? Did that guy take your coat? Well, give him your shirt too! (Luke 6:29) Did you think about that woman with anger? You just killed her in your heart! (Matthew 5:21-22) You think you are following the Law? YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE LAW! (pretty much the whole first four books of the New Testament)
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet;
What am I doing here? What is my life? Am I really who I say I am? I feel like I’m wearing a mask. I feel like a shell. I’m a fraud.
I’m upset. I’m straight up sobbing, lying on the floor, kicking and screaming, full-blown toddler tantrum upset. I asked God for something. I asked Him for a miracle. I prayed for something that I couldn’t believe wasn’t according to His plan (1 John 5:14). I asked Him for something that I knew I could use to bring Him glory. And he said no.