Monday, June 21, 2010

Things my Pastor has Taught Me

I love going to a small church. I love it more than I ever thought I would. Having grown up at NMBC, I really wasn't too keen on the idea of regularly attending a church of about 40 people, often less, and half of those being kids. But when Cory and I starting talking seriously about getting married, he told me in no uncertain terms that he wanted to live in Browns Flat. I told him I wanted to live in Moncton and keep going to university. And he told me he was going to live in Browns Flat. Essentially, I could choose to join him there or not. And so I did. And am I ever glad I did! I am living my dream, and I didn't even know that this WAS my dream! Stay-at-home mom in a close knit, country community, surrounded by supportive friends. One of the things I appreciate most is being able to have a close friendship with our pastor and family. When you go to a huge church like NMBC you don't really get that opportunity, because it's frankly impossible for the pastor to have his home constantly open for people to just drop by and visit whenever they feel like it. So I'm very thankful.

Here's what I've been learning lately: Guy always talks about how parenting is by faith. I don't think I really understood what he meant before I became a parent, and I know I still have a long way to go before I really "get it" (if I ever do!), but I'm learning what he means. Lately I've been ogling the Baby Core Curriculum from Timberdoodle. It's got all these toys that are supposed to help with my child's development and make them into a better individual and more productive member of society, and books that will help me guide him along this process, teach him sign language and turn him into a veritable genius. BUT - I can't afford it. No way, not happening. I was reading about all the stuff it includes and I actually started getting stressed out and flustered. I was quickly becoming convinced that unless my child had these toys and I read those books to know how to stimulate his young mind, he would grow up ignorant and completely underdeveloped. Don't laugh at me, I'm serious! I had to put the catalogue away, take a few deep breaths, and spend a few moments in prayer. Guy's voice in my head reminded me that I'm raising this child by faith, and that I need to trust God that even though he doesn't have the expensive toys and I haven't read all the right books, the only toys he really needs are a mom and dad who love him, and the only book I really need to read is God's - the Bible. I need to have faith that my son will turn out just fine even though I can't afford certain things for him. I still would love to have the curriculum, if he gets large quantities of birthday money I know what I'll be buying, but even if I never get it I know that he is God's son, not mine, and God's going to do a much better job of raising him than all the fancy toys ever could. Phew!

On an unrelated note is the second thing that's struck me lately. In a recent sermon Guy was talking about gossip, and something he said really hit home for me. I've never really thought of myself as a gossiper, while I have moments of weakness I'm not really the type to blab incessantly about other people and their business. My home growing up was kind of private, and I inherited a lot of that reserve about personal things. The fact that I married one of the most uninhibited people I've ever met was quite an adjustment for me. But what Guy said was convicting: he said that gossips aren't necessarily the people who gab forever about this person or that, but they can also be the people who inject doubt about a person's character into a conversation by one small phrase. Ouch. That's SO me. I may not viciously tear them apart in a conversation, but I can and do turn opinion by merely raising a voice of doubt as to someone's character. Certainly if someone is in danger of overly trusting in someone else it can be good to raise doubts, but it's often unnecessary, and none of my business. I've got to watch myself and try to hold back from those small, cutting phrases. I'm glad that my eyes have been opened to that, even though it was hard to hear.

So those are two of the heavier things that have been on my mind lately. Beyond that life's been in upheaval all weekend with craziness but... wouldn't want to gossip about it ;) Prayers, however, are always appreciated.

1 comment:

  1. I haven't read your bog for awhile, and I'm glad I did this morning. I really needed some cheering up and did it. I'm so happy to see God's work in your life and to see you finding contentment and joy in Him. It's funny how we think we know what we want in life, but are only happy when we trust and follow God's lead. Our blogs...the chronicles of two dysfunctional pastor's wives???