Day 385: Back In The Promised Land

Well, Texas, that is. I’m back in Texas. Which… to me, if you’re gonna live in America… Texas is the promised land. Yep… I love me some Lone Star State. (But don’t get me wrong, if I ever get a chance to live in like Costa Rica or something… I’m totally gonna bail on Tejas and go soak up some rays on the beach.)

AN.Y.WAY.

You might have not even known that I was gone, but I have been in Anaheim, California for the past week with my husband at the 2013 NAMM Show doing demos for his product, Chord Dice. It was an awesome, awesome, awesome week, and dare I say, completely exhausting. This is one reason why I have not posted… I would literally come in from dinner every evening (the show closed at 6pm every day and we’d usually sit down to dinner around 8pm) after standing from 8am-6pm nonstop, and I would wash my face, brush my teeth, change my clothes, and then fall asleep before my head even hit the pillow. (I actually did fall asleep at dinner one night!)

chord dice namm 2013

The other reason I didn’t post was because the WiFi in our hotel was abysmal and I guess since there were, literally, thousands of people staying right there in that convention center area of Anaheim all the 3G data was being evenly distributed between all of us… cause even my iPhone would take forever to load stuff.

But I did work on some posts on my new little laptop that my brother got me for a Christmas/Birthday gift so there is some coming.

What I wanted to share right now, very quickly is this… for the first time in over a year, on my celebration day…

I had a steak.
I had chocolate dessert.
I had a glass of red merlot.

And it was not all that I had imagined I was missing all this time. Don’t get me wrong, it was good. It was very good. But it was no where near as good as the joy of God has been this past year. It was no where near as good as fitting into a size 8 day after day after day. It was no where near as good as not having to fight with a plate of brownies or a bag of Oreos or a tube of Pringles.

So, right now… right before I run to pick up my son from pre-school, I want you to know that if you are considering covenanting from something that is a stronghold in your life… do it. That thing that has such an amazing hold on you… it’s no where near as important or good or necessary as you think it is. And the only reason I know this is because for a year, I didN’T have what I thought was important and good and necessary and I just DID have it and nothing about my life changed or was infinitely better.

Whatever that “thing” is in your life that is holding on to you… don’t let the enemy trick you into thinking that it’s so awesome that you can’t give it up with the help of Jesus.

You can.
You should.
You must.

Allow God to take you somewhere new.
Allow God to take you to the REAL promised land.

And I’m not talking about Texas this time.

Day Seventy-Nine: God’s Way Or The Highway

Today my youngest son and I came outside to play for a while after dropping off my oldest at preschool. Saxon had on his “leave the house” clothes which I knew he would immediately dump a bucket of water all over, so I started to take them off (he loves to run around in his diaper outside anyway). But for some reason he did not work with me to get them off. If I pulled up on his sleeve, he pulled down. If I pulled down, he pulled up. He just kept pulling in whatever direction gave him the most resistance.

Naturally, he started to fuss at me. There was his big ol water table full of fresh, clean water and here I was pulling on him and not letting him play. I said, “You know, this would be a lot easier if you didn’t keep trying to do it your way.”

Well, as I finished saying that sentence, I realized what a comparison there is to this same conversation between God and myself.

I have tried for years to diet “my way” and I struggled and pulled through it knowing there was something deeper going on. Something deep within me that was pulling in a different direction. I guess it just took a long time before I started to look to God for all aspects of my life, including my eating.

So I wonder how many times God has said to me, “You know, this would be a lot easier if you didn’t keep trying to do it your way.” And I wonder how many more times He’ll say it in the future.

Think of all the times He has “said” that to people in the Bible… gosh, just the whole wandering in the desert is a perfect example. Moses sent a scout team into the Promised Land in Numbers 13 and they were too scared to do things God’s way (which appeared to be the hard way) and go in and take over, so they had to wander in the desert for 40 years. And the adults that made that decision never even got to go into the Promised Land!

Yeahhhhhhhh, which way was easier in the long run? Yep… God’s way.

So even though this has been a challenge and a battle somedays, I’m glad to be taking God’s way instead of my way. Because I want to see the Promised Land. I want to face my own giants and defeat them. I want to cross the Jordan and know what the good life is.

I don’t want to wander in the desert for 40 years. I want to have milk and honey.

Literally… I’m really ready to have some milk and honey. Hehe!