In Motion

I always feel like I’m in motion. God always seems to be on the move in my life. He challenges me, teaches me, and convicts me. This keeps me mighty busy. I was thinking this past weekend that there always seems to be something that He is asking me to work on. My mind is always trying to sync up with my heart and connect with exactly where God wants me to be. It’s a 24-hour a day process that would appear exhausting on the surface, but I find quite exhilarating.

The latter part of last week wasn’t the best for me emotionally, but God never stopped working. He reminded me that He is challenging me to fight through difficult times so I can be stronger and more able to fight other battles that He has in mind. So I keep at it. I pick myself up and fix my eyes in that holy direction. I just keep moving. If I stop, I don’t grow. If I’m not moving forward, then I’ve accepted my character just as it is. No, that’s not an option.

I also want my boys to see that movement as well. I want them to shape their thinking around God’s way of thinking. So in letters to Derek and conversations with Zach, I speak boldly about issues they face as teenage boys. I remind them that the wisdom I bring to them is not mama’s opinion, but God’s instruction. I want them to catch the hard stuff and have their character shaped by it.

So I have to stay in motion. They need to see me living it first, and then they need to claim it for themselves. Zach and I have had some pretty tough conversations lately about boy teenage stuff that can get a bit tricky for a mama to address, but I go at it unrelentingly. I will never assume they understand the Biblical perspective on something. I want them to hear it from my lips.

When Derek writes to me from Basic training camp and lets me know he’s finishing his 12th book of the Bible and can’t wait to share with me what God has been teaching him, I know that God is on the move with him as well. I know that he caught some of what he’s witnessed in my life, some of what we’ve discussed and has been open enough to let God in to work.

So I stand here in glorious celebration of God’s movement in my life and that of my boys. I’ll keep at it and hopefully He’ll see fit to use me a bit along the way.