Do YOU have a clogged drain?

If you or anyone in your house has long hair, you’ve no doubt encountered clog drains at some point. That hair just wraps around, coiled and unmoving, until no water can pass through at all.

Sometimes a bottle of Drano will help. Sometimes you have to call the plumber. But somebody or something has to get in there and unclog that drain.

Between my long hair and my husband’s almost-as-long beard, we are no strangers to pulling out wads of hair in sink and tub drains.

But the mess I just unclogged wasn’t in my bathroom at all; it was in my heart.

A spiritual clog is ten times worse than a physical one.

I knew there was a battle. I’d even written about it. Car repairs, a needed floor repair, health issues….it seemed like the more that went wrong, the less I turned to God.

Shouldn’t it be the opposite?

But I’m a control freak. Ask anyone; they’ll tell you.

The problem with being a control freak is that you don’t leave much room in your life for God to operate.

When you don’t allow God to operate in YOUR life, He can’t use you in others’ lives.

My husband would ask me, “When are you going to write again?” I’d get frustrated with him. Didn’t he understand? I WANTED to write but had nothing to say. My well was dry.

It was all because of that clog.

Sure, I’d pray. And that still, small voice would gently remind me. You’ve got to let go.

But I couldn’t. Or rather, I wouldn’t.

I’m not sure that I ever made a conscious decision to let go. What I did was I got up, I stopped hiding out from the world, and I became obedient. I visited, I ministered, I shared with those I came in touch with. Little by little, I felt myself letting go. There’s nothing like ministering to others to put your own problems in perspective.

It was as if a bottle of Liquid Plumber had been poured into my heart and unclogged the drain that had been choking the very life out of me.

And just like a real drain, the water became flowing through.

The words I’ve written this week have flowed freely. They’ve bubbled up from inside me and I pray that with each devotion, each blog post, and each chapter the Lord is able to use my words to reach someone else.

I also pray that He helps me keep that need for control in check.

Of all my shortcomings, it’s the one that gets me in trouble the most.

What has YOUR love?

Set your affection on things above, not on things on the earth. Colossians 3:2

The truth is, I love a lot of things. Sappy romantic comedies, family game nights, the color orange….the list goes on and on. And none of these are bad things, by any means. It is a good thing to be surrounded by people you love and things that make you happy.

But if it was all stripped away, where would your heart be? Still pining for the things you’ve lost? Or focused on the things above?

God has blessed us with many treasures on earth. But that’s not where our heart, our affection, should lie. It should rest in Him and Him alone.

The kingdom of God is in the hearts of man. Is YOUR heart one of them?

Washed in His….GOOSE?!!

On Monday, I talked about how my friend Margaret and I were still playimg with Fisher Price people in junior high. Today, I go back even farther.

While Margaret and I usually played Fisher Price people at her house, we tended to do more outdoor games at mine.

One of our favorites was Duck, Duck, Goose. However, we modified it by singing hymns as we went around the circle until we finally replaced a word with GOOSE.

As an adult, there are so many things that I find strange about this.

  1. It was just the two of us. There was no circle to actually run around.
  2. We loved to sing and were apparently such hams that there was never any surprise as to when the word GOOSE was coming. It would come at the very end of the song lest our solos be cut short.
  3. It might have been sacreligious to sing Blessed Assurance, Jesus is mine…born of His Spirit, washed in His GOOSE.

But the thing is, it wasn’t. Not then.

We sang the hymns even in our play time because those were the songs in our hearts.

We loved the Lord. We loved church, our friends at church, the church services, our Sunday School classes, Choir, G.A.s, church musicals…

Our parents had us at church Sunday morning, Sunday evenings, and Wednesday nights. Some weeks there were activities on Saturdays as well.

We loved it.

I hear people make the joke, “The first drug I ever did is I was drug to church…”

I hate that joke. Not only do I not find it funny, I don’t relate. At all.

Church was my world.

My parents worked long hours and occasional extra jobs; Margaret’s mom did the job of two parents and busy herself. But they never once said, “Let’s just skip this week and rest.” It just wasn’t an option. Not only was it not an option, it wasn’t a desire.

They loved the Lord too.

I know where it came from.

When I’d visit my grandparents, gospel music played on the 8-track in my Grandma’s car. My Grandaddy would sit on the front porch swing and sing hymns all day.

When you grow up praising God, you teach your kids to grow up praising God.

When you love the Lord so much that the hymns come out even in your playtime, you know that your heart holds nothing but love for the Savior.

What does YOUR heart hold?