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life as a santiago
Holy moments look different to me now than they did four years ago. Back then, holy appeared to be lots of concentrated time invested in prayer and worship, or serving in a soup kitchen setting. It looked like clean counters, a clean bathroom, or spending all day categorically organizing something. Holiness meant phone calls to friends to connect for hours, and dropping by someone's house to spend time with them whenever I felt like it. Those things are great! All of that is needed and that was a season.
Today, holy is all three little ones asleep for nap. I'm feeling my Father in heaven giving a huge "whoop-whoop" with me as I enjoy the quiet with Him, doing NOTHING but sit and soak it in. My mind floats to you, my friends, those of you in the trenches with me doing seemingly mundane tasks and often feeling overlooked. While Daddy God dances over my victorious nap time times three, I can't help but share His stamp of approval He gives to your journey, whether in parenting or another avenue.
Holy today is looking like diaper changes and laundry piles, it's choosing a job that provides for your family.
Holiness in this season is a bunch of unfinished projects in our lives because a small person "interrupted" that task with a plea to read their favorite book one more time.
Holy is caring for a smaller person, or someone who needs to be taught simple life tasks that seem second nature to us. It may be listening as they speak, whether we truly understand what they're saying or not. These days holiness looks like keeping my children's schedule because they need it more than dropping by a dear friend's house whenever I feel like it.
Can I be honest? I don't feel holy. It's not an emotion. Most days the laundry seems unending, the chaos of multiple little people in my home seem overwhelming, and I'd just like to spend time randomly at a lovely friend's house I haven't connected with lately or complete my ridiculous list of to-do's that is miles long.
If we quiet our souls (mind, will, emotions) we can HEAR or SEE holy in our spirit. I see a host who ran this race before us nodding us on and hear the Father whispering to us that our choices are sown in eternity.
"Whatever you do [whatever your task may be], put in your very best effort, as [something done] for the Lord and not for men, knowing [with all certainty] that it is from the Lord [not others] that you will receive the inheritance which is your greatest reward. It is the Lord Jesus whom you actually serve." Colossians 3:23-24
I'm reminded of the angels who sang "Holy Holy Holy" about the birth of a baby, shepherds who dropped their assignment of watching sheep just so they could see Him, and wise men who gave their best gifts to that little Boy. There is just something divine about recognizing someone's worth early on, prioritizing so we can spend time looking into their eyes, and giving our best to them while they're small.
Maybe we don't have frankincense, gold, or myrrh to give our little ones, but what can we invest in them today as unto the Lord?
In midst of the chaos of our lives, [whatever season we're in] if we quiet ourselves, He will show us and let us hear what is holy:
Praying right now that YOU can hear Him cheer for you as you parent, as you put in your very best effort. He is honored by the way you love the ones He's given you.
Jesus is magnified in this season of your life as you pour into the weaker ones around you, whether you feel it or not.
Investing in the next generation is holy to God, period.
how I define heroism has changed because of you
I once thought heroes fought bad guys and flew
but in the morning light I see
a diaper-changing dad in front of me
it displays heroic effort but in a different way:
as one who humbly serves his family in small things day by day
in gentleness and fierce devotion
in embracing a toddler and all their emotions.
by carving out time to pray for these,
taking out our trash, spooning their last bite of peas.
by waking with the babe and I in the dead of night
or encouraging small ones to resolve their fights.
It's bravery to shield the weak and small
or just hug me as hormones make me bawl.
your heroic ways are not lost on me
these simple acts resound in eternity
by a Father who has been guiding you
and cheers on the courageous things you do
it points toward Him and makes me glad
my children have a servant-hero as their dad.
my shallow longing cries to Your depth
this weak desire meets Your jealous fire
Your face has beauty i cannot imagine
Your name is more than a label or signature
put those blazing eyes on me til i feel You
speak in thunder til i can hear You
drip Your oil on my head til i overflow
help me love You
help me want You
help me freefall
freely Your ways are shown
freely Your body torn
so i walk into Your arms
i will not be insecure about Your heart
i choose to contain the Truth
i plunge into true love
face first into perfect love
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