Boxing Gloves

We somehow made it to Starbucks through the iced-over road ways. It sure is nice to get out of that big, lovely house of mine. But I don’t like to be stuck and stuck I’ve been. Because of the ever-exciting, beautiful snow that has interrupted our lives in one way or another I’ve been deterred from making it to work. On Monday I worked all the live long day so because I could not make it out of my driveway I rode the bus to and my truck-owning friend who is the gentlemanliest picked me up. I wasn’t expected to work Tuesday and Wednesday so I’ve enjoyed my white wonderlanded “weekend.” But my work Monday has come and I cannot go because of the ice that used to be snow (see what I did there?). So while it feels like nothing has happened because I’ve stayed in my Renton House (except for when we got donuts from chucks and did donuts in a parking lot – funfunfun) so much has happened in my infant-esque heart.

I am the greatest of hypocrites. I want not to be a day-waster so I encourage others to waste not. But drop 3-5 inches of coldness in my driveway and my justified inability to drive anywhere will be that which fools me into the depths of mind-numbing laziness. But it feels so gooood. And so I want more of that sweat-pants-only kind of a lazy life; and that's because I want to honor myself more so than my Savior.

What I’ve found the Holy Spirit convicting of me most lately is for the things I choose to fight for which are unfortunately things Christ came not to die. Fighting is a consistent theme at Doxa Community Church and I’ve been graciously given a desire to know the things that are worth pursuing hard for and those things that keep me weak, being strengthened to fight against them. Like Pastor Brian regularly says, we want to be a church that is known for fighting for people and things, not against them. And where it is abundantly necessary to fight against sin as we’ve been made able to do, I want to be a gal that fights for passion and truth and love and servant heartedness and all good things that are God-glorifying.

Unfortunately, it’s not such a noble fight to waste my day, even when the snow falls. It’s a fight in my brain against that laziness, to find ways to explore the seemingly lesser freedoms of not driving. But God is still good even when I can’t drive my Opal Car (which happens more often than a yearly freeze out…) and I can still choose to fervently serve Him.

God has been gracious to give me the people he has, allowing their insights to be catalysts of the conviction that the Holy Spirit brings to remind me of sin and weakness, which is freakin’ everywhere in here. But since back tracking the few days of my past, I want not to remain in that weakness and instead remember it is Christ’s strength that motivates my fight. Because otherwise I’d still be dead in my sin, hopeless and desperate to nothing worth being desperate for, ignorant to the true realities.

Psalm 144:1

Blessed is theLord, my rock, who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle.