The Glass House

Read the following scenario, and asks yourself this...does this sound like something I would do?
 
 "Look at her...
Look at her perfect little dress. In her perfect little body. Kissing her perfect loving husband. And hugging her perfect little kids....
She always seems so happy!
Why can't that be my life??"


 How many of us have thought that to ourselves before?

We see a picture of what we claim is "perfection" and we begin to desire it.

We question,
Why can't I be that small?
Why can't I own that dress?
Why can't my kids behave like her's?
Why can't my husband be that sweet and caring?

But what we fail to realize is...
What we see, may not be the entire picture. What we see is only a small glimpse into what that woman's life is really like.
Maybe that sweet and caring husband is physically abusive behind closed doors.
Maybe those children are so well-mannered because they are afraid of being beaten...again...
Maybe she is so small because she can barely afford to feed herself, and maybe that dress was a hand me down from some good Samaritan. 
Maybe she always seems so happy, because she plasters on a fake smile to avoid being asked what's wrong...
Maybe she can't tell anyone about her hidden life because the man destroying her has the job and source of income that is keeping her and her children alive.

If you saw that side of the picture, would you still want to live her life?

The truth is, we only see the side of people that they want us to see. And face it, some people are better at hiding things than you think.

(BUT, maybe that's not the case.
Maybe their life really is THAT good...
Even then...jealousy and covetousness is a sin....ok, that's another post...what was i saying again? oh yea...)

The best thing we can do for anyone is pray for them.
Even if you truly believe their life is already perfect, pray for them.
Everyone is fighting some type of battle.
Everyone is dealing with the consequences of some bad desicion they have made (or the consequences of a bad decision someone else has made).
Everyone is struggling to win an invisible spiritual battle.
It may not be the same as the one you are fighting, but they are fighting one.

We aren't God. We don't have supernatural abilities to see through walls, and we definitely don't have the supernatural ability to look inside someone's heart.

The Bible even tells us in I Samuel 16:7,
          That man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart. 

So the next time you feel like you have the right to judge someone because of what they decide to let you see, think again.
And think about your own life. Do you let everyone see every aspect of your life? Or do you do the exact same thing that other woman is doing? Are you putting on a fake front?

I guess in a round-about way what I'm trying to say is,
1) things are not always as they appear
2) everyone is fighting some type of battle
3) prayer is the most effective way to deal with every situation in life
4) yea, I got nothing else, I just like type lists out :)

And to close out, let me share with you a story that I have seen pop up recently all over the place.
I believe it really drives the idea of the post home:

"See that boy doing his homework in homeroom? … He couldn’t do it last night because he was too busy talking his best friend out of suicide. See that girl, with her face caked in make up? … She’s bullied, she needs to feel beautiful. See him, the one who wears long sleeves everyday? … He covers his arms to hide the scars. See her, with the cheap, hand-me-down clothes? … Her family can’t afford food for half the month, let alone get brand names. See the girl who laughs and smiles at every little thing? … She cries herself to sleep every night. Wonder why she never lets her friends over her house? … Because she’s afraid they’ll see her dad passed out drunk on the floor, as always. See how that girl cringes at rape jokes? … She was raped. See the boy who everyone goes to for advice? … He wishes someone would do the same for him. See the girl who never brings a lunch? … She’s disgusted by her body. See her, with the little waist? … She goes to the bathroom and forces herself to throw up so that she can keep her waist that way. See the boy over there, see the dark circles under his eyes? … He has insomnia, he fears what he’ll see in his dreams. See that girl daydreaming over there? … She has schizophrenia. See the boy biting his nails? … He has cancer and he’s wondering how much time he has left. See your best friend? … She’s addicted to drugs, but she can’t tell you because you wont understand. See that boy reading all about 9/11? … His parents died on that day. See her, with her phone on her at all times? … She’s waiting for a call saying her sister was found after a kidnapping 4 years ago. Don’t judge."

Live..Laugh...Love
Until Next Time,
Racheal <3

Faith Like a Child

Sitting in church this morning, there was the cutest little baby girl in front of me sitting on her daddy's lap.
As i smiled at her and made silly faces at her, I couldn't help but think about the babies in my daycare class.
I miss those little faces so much!

I had movie like flash back memory montage.
The one thing that stuck out the most to me though, was the expression of pure joy and excitement on the babies faces as I would throw them up towards the ceiling and catch them before they would fall and hit the floor.

No sense of fear. No signs of worry.
They had complete faith in me that I would catch them.
No thoughts of danger ever crossed their little minds.


Why?
Well, why should they fear?
I had never dropped them before. Why would they think I would? I loved them and didn't want any harm to come to them.

Then why so often do we, as adults, fear and worry that God is going to drop us? Has He ever before? Will He ever?

He places us on maintain tops, with such beautiful and extraordinary views. Yet instead of enjoying the view God has blessed us with, we live in constant fear of failing.

As we grow up, we begin to question EVERYTHING
We grow out of our child like faith. Be it because someone has hurt us, or because we have hurt ourselves.
Be it because we meet someone with different opinions from our own and we want to know more about what they believe. Be it to fit in. Be it because we came from a torn home and everything/everyone we used to trust has abandoned us. Or be it just because it comes with growing up and exploring our boundaries.

Whatever the reason may be, the fact still remains... we don't have the same faith in humanity that we once did as children.
And we may not have the same faith in our God that we might have once had.

"After all, if people let us down...why wouldn't God?"
And that's what Satan wants us to believe.
He doesn't want us to have that childlike faith.
He wants us to doubt God's love, doubt God's rules for our lives, and doubt the fact someone as perfect as Him can love someone as imperfect as us.

We need to learn to break those chains. We need to not listen to the lies Satan forces down our throats, and believe the words of the Savior.

We need to...believe it or not... revert back to our childhood...
Not in the sense of hiding from monsters under our bed or playing in forts while drinking chocolate milk and coloring, but in the sense of complete and utter belief in and surrender to our Father...our heavenly Father.

Jesus during His earthly ministry refereed to the children and to their faith during one of His sermons~

Mark 10:13-16 
             People were bringing little children to Jesus for him to place his hands on them, but the disciples rebuked them. When Jesus saw this, he was indignant. He said to them, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” And he took the children in his arms, placed his hands on them and blessed them.

Just like a child deep down believes that his earthy father is doing what's best for him (even if he doesn't want to or doesn't see it at the moment), so we need to believe that our heavenly Father is doing what He is doing for the betterment of ourselves and for His glory.

When we fall, we need to believe He will catch us.
When we screw up, we need to believe that He will forgive us.
When we make Him angry, we need to believe that He still loves us.
And when we feel like we can't continue on anymore, we need to believe that He will lovingly pick us up and carry is till we regain the strength to continue on on our own 2 feet.

We need to trust like we have never been lied to.
Even though we may have been, it wasn't God...so why take it out on Him?

So cuddle up to Him in prayers. Sit on His lap and talk to Him. Cry on His almighty shoulder.
You may not be A child anymore, but you will always be HIS child :)

"The more we know of God, the more unreservedly we will trust him; the greater our progress in theology, the simpler and more childlike will be our faith."

 Live...Laugh...Love...
Until Next Time,
Racheal <3

Numerical Identity

Am I the only one that feels like the more the world technologically evolves, the more it personally regresses? 

I mean think about.
In most scenarios, we as people are no longer defined by our names and character traits, instead we are defined by certain specific designated numerical sequences. 

The government identifies us by our social sercurty.
The urgent care office by our medical records number.
The bank by our account/card number.
The highway patrol by our driver's license number.
The insurance company by our policy number.
The cell phone company by our phone number.
To the credit card company by our credit score.
To the school teacher by our grades.

That is just a few of the many examples that could be listed. And without these numbers, it would be quite hard to accomplish anything. 

This may not seem like a big deal to some of you, it didnt to me until today.

It didnt seem like s big deal to me until the following scripture popped into my head.

Revelation 13:16-18 HCSB
"And he requires everyone — small and great, rich and poor, free and slave — to be given a mark  on his right hand or on his forehead,   so that no one can buy or sell unless he has the mark: the beast’s name or the number of his name. Here is wisdom:   The one who has understanding must calculate  the number of the beast, because it is the number of a man.  His number is 666."

That passage put the whole idea of numerical indentation in a whole new light to me.

Now, I'm not saying the government is of the devil. And I'm not saying your bank is the anti-christ. What I am getting at though is the fact that the world (in my opinion) is getting closer to, and more ready for the end times and the return of Christ. 
With people already so used to having to have a number for this and a number for that,  it would be a much easier transition for some to to accept this numerical mark of the beast mentioned.

The best way to be prepared to not accept this mark is to not be here. Because I firmly believe that the bible teaches that before it gets to this point, the church will have been raptured up.

So if the church has been raptured, and they are not identified/defined by the number. .. how are they?

The will be be then the same way they are now. Defined by the blood of Christ. Called and identified by their name.

Isaiah 43:1 HCSB
"Now this is what the Lord says — the One who created you, Jacob, and the One who formed you, Israel  — “Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by your name; you are Mine."

Our God is a personal God. He knows our name and that is what He calls us by.

In a society of numeric labels and defining factors, we may allow ourselves to feel like... well just number and nothing else. We may begin to feel like we are nothing more than another statistic or tally mark on the wall. Worthless. Not good enough. Invisible. Unimportant. But that is not the case.

Always remember that when God looks at you, he doesnt see what the world sees. He doesnt see what the devil sees.
He sees a precious and extremely valuable human being with a soul whom He loves, and whom He is willing to sacrifice His only Son for.
He sees John.... Carrie... Mary...James...Peter... Jessica... Amy...
He sees me, Racheal.
And He sees you, whoever you are.

He sees you and he loves you!

Live...Laugh...Love
Until Next Time,
Racheal <3