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Captivity

   I can be pretty judgmental sometimes. More times than I would care to admit. God just revealed to me that I’ve been pretty judgmental of people in the bible. I’ve read the book of exodus more than once and I’m reading it again.
     Throughout the old testament we read about these Israelites and their consistently fickle nature with God. As I read, I would like to believe that I would have more faith in God than they are showing. That is where the judgment comes in. I’m judging their faith. Who am I to do that? No one. O Lord forgive me.
    The reality is that the human condition contains a paradox. The paradox that “our captivity” is safe. Captivity can be different for everyone. For any one person it can be organization, drugs, abusive relationships, success, power, cleanliness, fears of any kind….and the list goes on. Captivity can be as varied as there are a variety of people.
     You see the Israelites were rescued by God from slavery in Egypt. One would think that after seeing with their own eyes the miracles God performed, walking across the red sea on DRY GROUND, that the Israelites would not struggle to believe. Nay nay.

     At the first sign of a trial, the Israelites wanted to go back to Captivity. At least their would be food and water.
As the reader, I know how the story goes. God rains down manna from heaven and provides water from a rock. But the Israelites did not know that yet. Knowing how the story goes, I became judgemental of their response to their trial. I’m pretty arrogant. I’ve never had to walk through a desert and wonder where my food and water would come from.
     I get nervous the day before grocery shopping day, because we’ve run out of some, MAYBE most foods. And I know I’ll be going to the grocery store. That has more than all the food my family needs.
     So who am I to judge these Israelites, just because I think I know their story? I’m no one. And the fact is. I only really know a part of their story.
       The sad reality is, that I too often do this with people in my daily life. At times, I think I know and understand people and what they are going through. In reality, I only know a glimpse. The only story I know in completion is my own. Heck I don’t even know my sister’s story in it’s entirety.
     So I’m learning to listen to the wisdom of one of my really great friends, “you never know the whole story.”  Therefore I’m starting to practice leading with love and compassion for everyone. God revealed His love, compassion, and grace for the Israelites. I’m so thankful God leads with love!
  

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Even when I don’t like you…

Joel and I celebrated our 10 year anniversary this past May!  I am so happy and blessed that God has given us these 10 years and 3 boys.  For our anniversary we decided to spend a week in France and then visit my sister in Germany this past October!  Again what a blessing and gift.

We watched many of the videos of Rick Steves Travel through Europe.   I thought we were well prepared.  We were and we weren’t…This will become another post.  Anywho…France was beautiful.  Germany was amazing, but I want to focus on what God kept telling me while in France.

Norte Dame district

Norte Dame district

Walking through downtown Paris along the river from the Louvre to NorteDame, there were so many breathtaking views, great architecture, and lots of street vendors.  So much history on the streets we were walking.  More than I could ever imagine.  So many people.  So many people who did not seem to like me. People who to me seemed not nice, unfriendly, and unkind.  I felt a sense that I did not belong.  What a beautiful place, but what not so beautiful people (on the inside).  The only people that were nice seemed to be people you were buying something from, some other foreigners, and the most awesome concierge.

2013 - Germant Trip Camera 051

In case my readers haven’t noticed…I tend to just talk to God in my mind most of the time.  God reminded me that He loved these people that I did not want to like.  God kept reminding me how He loves them and died for them and they are precious to Him.  I started this post thinking that this is where it ends, but I sense God is saying more.

As I sit here and type about how I don’t really like the French people because they seem unkind and were not welcoming, I see my own judgement staring me in the face.  I am judging people I don’t know.  I’m just judging them based on an expectation of how I think I should be received.

Who am I?  I am no one to pass judgement.  I have a list of imperfections and shortcomings.  God forgive me for my judgement.  Help me to love your people no matter how they receive me.   Give me the strength and courage to be who you created me to be.  Give me your grace and mercy to respect the different people you have put in my life and will bring into my life.  Thank you for revealing this truth, help me to not forget it.

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