I love the reminders that God so graciously gives when troubles come my way that this world is not my home. I love the concept behind the Not of This World company because I fully believe that each person is born with a “God-shaped hole”, the kind that Blaise Pascal spoke of when he said, “There is a God-shaped vacuum in the heart of every person, and it can never be filled by any created thing. It can only be filled by God, made known through Jesus Christ.”
Most days, I am acutely aware that I don’t fit in with most people surrounding me in Suburbia. I don’t look like they do. I don’t value the same things they do. I don’t spend my time doing the things they do. And so, for a moment, I let myself wallow in self-pity. I ask God, “Why have You placed me here amongst things that are so opposite of me?” And He answers me with this:
“If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you.”
I know in my heart that the value of Me isn’t based on the numbers on a scale, or how busy I am, or what kind of car I drive, or what neighborhood I live in, or how many activities my kids are involved in. But when everything around me screams the importance of those things, my mind begins to wonder how I measure up.
Satan begins to whisper tantalizing lies to me like, “You will be so much happier if you lost weight. Think of how many more friends you would have if you joined a gym.” or, “It would be better for your kids to be involved in activities outside the home than it would be for them to be home with you, even though they prefer it, because you want them to be well-rounded, don’t you?” or (the latest one), “You are just a mom. You don’t have any other skills. What will you do when the kids are grown and gone and don’t need you anymore?”
If I listened to those LIES (because those are not things I tell myself), I would be robbed of the peace that I revel in, deep within my soul.
Instead, I take those things to My Father, and He reminds me of beautiful, nourishing things:
*I am valuable because I am His creation, no matter the outward appearance.
*I have many friends, just very few Friends With Skin. (This is what I call people I actually get to see and hug and laugh with and hear them laugh, too) The FWS I do have are invaluable, and a lovely reminder that Quality far surpasses Quantity. God has blessed me so richly with a handful of friends that I wouldn’t in a million years trade for a roomful of acquaintances.
*I am called to be a mother. He provided my husband with a job that allows me to stay home and raise my kids without worrying about money. I am called to “train up my children the way that they should go” and respect the fact that they aren’t sporty like other kids. I am blessed with two smart, creative children who prefer intellectual activities over physical ones. Who am I to try and change the way God made them?
*He has blessed me with a creative mind. Whatever the outlet, I have always been driven by the process of creating something. Whether jewelry, lampshades, stationery, photographs, writing, or redoing my blog design, my passion is for making something beautiful with the tools at hand. I know that I will find something to do with my time when I don’t have little ones underfoot. (Although I pray that day never comes!)
Sometimes all it takes is doing something very simple to turn a Pity Party around: Count your blessings. God is good and He is faithful. We all need to be reminded that He has a plan for our lives, and even though we can’t see the Big Picture, He can, and if we trust Him, we have this promise to cling to:
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.
This is the hope that keeps me going when I feel like I am a stranger in a foreign land. It comforts me to know it’s because I *am*.