Tag Archive | significance

Talk is Cheap

My 5 year old, Lexi, had her first soccer practice ever last night. She was supremely cute in her bright pink everything, including cleats.

Her coach seems like a great guy, but he, admittedly, knows little about soccer. He asked for help, so I volunteered to assist him.

During one of the drills last night, Lexi stepped up for her turn. Before I passed her the ball, she called out with great excitement, “Mommy, I’m not going to do anything wrong!”

Hmm.

I passed her the ball, and she successfully completed the two-part skill. As her ball rolled into the goal, she smiled widely at me and hollered, “Mommy, I didn’t do anything wrong!”

As I praised her, my parent radar went off.

Why is she so worried about doing something wrong? Where is this perfectionist tendency coming from? Have I caused this? Am I too hard on her? Am I always correcting her? Do I not encourage her enough? Or is this just the result of her being a first-born?

Lexi’s goal was not to enjoy soccer or have fun at practice (although, she did). She was solely focused on not doing anything wrong. Perhaps I will uncover why that is when I am able to see her response when she does do something wrong.

Is she scared of punishment? Is she trying to impress me or others? Does she believe she is only valuable if she performs well? Will she be frustrated with herself if she messes up? Will she take goof ups in stride with a smile on her face?

It’s hard to know what’s behind her thoughts, but, as her mom, I want to do everything within my power to assure her that my love for her does not depend upon her performance. She can be the worst soccer player in the history of the sport, and I will still love her with relentless affection.

While it’s important I tell her that is the case, it’s more important I show her. Talk is cheap, as they say.

I need to be purposefully embracing her, complimenting her and lifting her up when she fails at things. I need to give her proof I really do mean it when I tell her I love her no matter what and her value doesn’t depend upon her performance.

God tells us the same things. He loves us unconditionally. He loves us because we are us, not for what we can do or achieve.

But talk is cheap.

And He knows that. So He proved it.

Before we could accomplish anything, He sacrificed His life for us. He laid down His life for us to prove His love for us (John 15:13).

Romans says it well, “Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us,” (Romans 5:7-8).

But aside from our salvation, I think God is still proving His love for us. Or at least He wants to if we give Him the opportunity.

When we fail I believe God wants us to come to Him so, like a good parent, He can embrace us, compliment us and lift us up. He wants to continue to give us proof He really does mean it when He tells us He loves us no matter what and our value doesn’t depend upon our performances.

But do we allow Him that opportunity?

When the air around us is thick with the stench of fresh failure, how often do we go to the Lord for that comfort we crave?

Personally, I prefer a bowl of ice cream. Or a television show. Or sleep. Anything to distract me and make me feel instantly better.

But my soul doesn’t need these things. When I fail I need my Father’s reassurance more than anything else.

Lord, teach us to come to You when we need to experience Your immovable love afresh.

On Being Mistaken for David Crowder’s Wife

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Thursday night David Crowder played a free acoustic show in Memphis.  And I went.  And it was fabulous, as he always is.

I’ve seen him several times, but this time I was with a friend who knew the head of security at the venue.  And that friend graciously hooked us up with front row seats.  We strolled into a filled auditorium about 10 minutes before showtime, and we were escorted to our posh seats.

Which happened to be in front of a youth group.

And these high school kids were convinced that we had to be somebody famous in order to get these great seats.  Their first guess was that we were the KLOVE deejays sponsoring and emceeing the concert.

I kind of chuckled at that idea and politely informed them that we were not Amy, Craig, nor Kankelfritz.

As my friends and I sat there and talked, one of the youth group kids got out an impressive camera and tried to nonchalantly take my picture.  With a gigantic flash.  Four or five times.

His friend said he was camera happy.

Then the show started.  And between songs, David told several funny, personal stories.

In the middle of a story about a trip he and his wife had taken to Hawaii, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I looked behind me, and a different youth group kid said, “Excuse me, ma’am?”

I shuddered.  How old did he think I was?!

“You don’t happen to be David Crowder’s wife, do you?”

I laughed, and replied, “Noooo….?”

Then his other friend explained, “Ohhhh, we thought you must be because of the way you were smiling and laughing while he told that story…like you knew exactly what he was talking about or something…”

I couldn’t believe it.

I couldn’t believe a) how utterly convinced these kids were that I was famous, and b) how desperate they were to rub elbows with someone famous.

(No slam against highschoolers.  Adults are this way, too, which is why People magazine and E! exist.)

(I cannot post links to People magazine and E! in this particular post without completely going against the very point I am trying to make.  But I feel it is important to point out I am not against these entities when they are used for entertainment purposes instead of places to find self-worth.)

Point a) just reminded me of how easily we can believe something that is false.  It doesn’t take much for us to label something as “true” and resist all evidences presented to us that what we actually believe is false.  Knowing this about ourselves, we have to guard against this tendency by constantly exposing ourselves to THE truth.

Point b) reminded me of the human desire for significance.  We all want to feel significant, and, if we don’t feel significant on our own, we at least want to be associated with someone who we believe is significant – i.e., celebrities.

But the truth of the matter is we don’t have to settle for association with celebrities.

We have access to the most Famous One of all.  If we want to, we can be God’s groupie.  All people everywhere have heard of Him in some form or fashion.  They may not have accurate views of Him – they may  call Him Mother Nature or Allah or Spirit Guide – but they have a concept of God.

(Note: having a concept of God does not solve one’s sin problem.  Therefore, a concept cannot save anyone.)

For those of us who know God personally through Jesus, we have direct communication with God.  All we need to do is talk about Him to others if we want to feel significant by association.

But that’s really just settling, too.  Association with God is great, but it isn’t the end all be all of our significance.

We aren’t significant because we know God or because we’ve talked to God or because we’ve gotten God’s autograph.

(Ok, the celebrity metaphor just fell apart.  Wah-waaaah.)

We are significant because the One True God loves us.

That’s it.

God loves us beyond words.  We are infinitely valuable to Him.  He made us.  He desires relationship with us.  All of us.

Unlike celebrities, God is personally invested in us.  He delights in us.

God says in Isaiah 43:4 that, “[we] are precious and honored in [His] sight…and [He] love[s] [us].”

(New personal record for use of [ ]‘s in a single sentence.)

Zephaniah 3:17 says God delights in us and rejoices over us.

Significance.

It is not found in being David Crowder’s wife, though I am sure he is a lovely husband.

It is not found in speaking to David Crowder’s wife, though I am sure she is a lovely woman.

It is found in being the one in whom God delights.

And you, friend, are that one.