Created for a Purpose

Have you ever created something? A painting or sculpture, crocheted a hat or a blanket? Have you ever made dinner or lunch for guests or just family? What about a cake – carefully crafted the icing to celebrate an important event? Maybe you’ve written an essay, turned in a report, prepared a speech for a conference, convention, bible study, 3rd grade class or business meeting. Perhaps you’ve held a piece of wood in your hands and envisioned a jewelry box or the beginnings to a table or chair.

Whatever the craft, each of these things were created for a purpose. Artwork is displayed on a window ledge or on a wall for others to observe and admire. Blankets and hats adorn our head and cover our cold bodies in the winter while we curl up with loved ones and watch a movie or read a book. Dinner is…well, eaten, yes in less than half the time it took to make it, but the food’s purpose was to nourish our bodies. Cakes are eaten also, but only after they finish sitting as a centerpiece decoration for the momentous occasion.  Written projects may be turned in for a grade, or merely read, sometimes out loud and then digested through our minds and their applications eventually dispersed through-out our body. The carefully, delicately carved wooden jewelry box sits on a dresser and holds the sparkly diamonds and jewels we girls love to wear. Again, these things were created for a purpose.

And so are we.

We are God’s creation, designed with a purpose. What is that purpose? I’m glad you asked, because I’ve wondered the same thing!

Ephesians 2:10 says, “We are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works which God prepared in advance for us to do.”

I wrote about the previous two verses in that Ephesians chapter last week in There’s Nothing Wrong with Vanilla!  Being an ice cream/frozen yogurt (really any kind of food) connoisseur, I love the idea of a foundation of flavor, like chocolate and vanilla. Simple? Yes, just like our foundation of faith in Jesus. But, now that we have that foundation laid solidly, we’re ready to make some new flavors.  Now remember, it’s not because chocolate & vanilla aren’t enough, but rather because they are perfectly enough, our lives now are sprinkled and drizzled with these extra qualities!

So what kinds of “good works” have been prepared for us to do? And does this mean that those who do more “good works” (have more sprinkles and caramel syrup) are better Christians than me?

2 Peter 1:5-8 says this, “For this very reason, make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness; and to godliness, brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness, love. For if you possess these qualities in increasing measure, they will keep you from being ineffective and unproductive in your knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ.”

I see these like a nesting doll…

The itty bitty baby one is faith, then swallowing that one up is goodness, then you open the next one and find knowledge, the next one, self-control, then follows perseverance, kindness, brotherly kindness, godliness and finally to hold them all together, love.

I don’t know about you, but I would love to find a way to keep me from being and feeling ineffective and unproductive! And I don’t read anything in that verse about levels and anyone being better Christian than anyone else!

Think about the flavor difference added to our lives when life brings us a friend who’s let us down, who’s really hurt us. Because of my foundation of faith, I can choose to add some brotherly kindness and probably a shot of perseverance to meet this challenging relationship. Because of my faith, when life slaps me in the face, perhaps literally, or through a disappointment or a broken dream, I have the option to reach for the handle of God’s knowledge of the situation. He has all-knowing Sovereignty and I can ask for His self-controlto handle it. When my children drain every ounce of energy from me, I can choose to pull the lever of love, because of my faith, and add Jesus’ love to me.

As much as I love the simplicity of a chocolate and vanilla faith, I don’t think we’re meant to be bland Christians. We should be the most flavorful people anyone could meet! It’s not just anyone who can meet circumstances like those above with an attitude like I described. Why can we? Why does the Bible instruct us to? Because we were created with a purpose, and that purpose is to know God and make Him known. We get to know Him through reading His Word and prayer, then because we know Him, we make Him known… we show His love and character (those things we’ve learned) to others! That’s the flavor! Then people are left going, “Wow! I can’t believe she can love and forgive that person for what they did to her. How can I have that kind of love and peace in life?”

Well, I’m glad you asked. Let me tell you…You were created for a purpose!

 Here’s a favorite song of mine from Steven Curtis Chapman called “Only One and Only You.” (click the title)

Coffee with Jesus

I wish I could just meet Jesus for coffee. Except, I don’t drink coffee – for Him I’m willing to make an exception. Sometimes, I just want to hear His voice, see His smile, smell His clothes.

I know I have the living Christ within me and all the power that rose Him from the dead. I know I can call to Him in prayer anytime and He is always available. I know I have God’s written word – more than any of the prophets or apostles had. I know I have Bible Studies, podcasts and endless book on How to Find God. Yet, sometimes I wish I could meet Jesus face to face at the local Subway and talk about life over a sandwich. 

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There’s nothing wrong with Vanilla!

I have married a very simple guy. On our date nights, we usually stop by the local frozen yogurt shop where I love to try all the new flavors. Yes, I also have my “usual”, but I get excited at the new options. As we check out I look at the bowl next to mine on the counter and see that Adam has again, chosen chocolate and vanilla. Every time. Just chocolate and vanilla.

I started thinking about life through a chocolate and vanilla lens. It’s a perfect, pure foundation – one that all great flavors are created from.

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Day with Dads

  

Adam and I served alongside some dear friends at a prison unit recently, facilitation something called “Day with Dads”. Here, convicts, separated by their families, have the opportunity to fully embrace their loved ones. We served lunch and played games.

Had it not been for the white uniforms and guards present, you’d forget this was a prison. To see the faces of the Dads when their son or daughter walked in that room…there are no words, but tears streamed down my cheeks. Through-out the day, the families continued to offer their gratitude for this program and the opportunity twice a year to see their loved one who’s living with the consequences of their choices. The end of the day came, and the good-byes held more tears than the “hellos”, for both parties knew it would be many months before this would happen again. The young children did not understand why Daddy can’t be home.

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Joys from the Stomach Bug

It has happened to us all. The day starts out great. The sun is shining, kids are playing and you are feeling great. Lunch rolls around and the day is halfway over! Thirty minutes after the leftovers are refrigerated and the dishes put away (or in the sink) it hits…nausea, headache, dizziness. You must find a toilet, a bed, a rag and FAST. Mentally you scratch off the original plans of your day because you have the stomach bug. Hopefully it will “run its course” in 24-hours and no one else will get it!

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Who has the right-a-way?

  
We’ve all been there. You’re driving on the interstate when your exit is next. You take it and merge onto the service road traffic. At some point or another, you had to yield to the right-a-way traffic (unless you’re driving in Mombasa!), otherwise traffic chaos ensues. There’s too many people trying to go the same way!

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Healing Scars

   

   Scars tell a story.

   When I was a kid I loved to ride my bike. I rode all up and down and around where we lived. Thankfully our house was located in a gated, secure community; so many times I could take off by myself or with my granddad and be gone for an hour. The roads were SO hilly! Of course, as a kid, I loved that! Racing fast down hill, no worry of falling – it’s what kids do! Well, one time, I was doing just that when I hit a rock just right and took a nose dive off my handle bars. The next thing I remember was getting up and wondering what happened! Thankfully the accident didn’t leave me critically hurt, but it did leave a nice scar on my knee to remember it by.

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Power in the Storm

Psalm 46:1-3 
“God is our refuge and strength,
a very present help in trouble,
Therefore we will not fear though the
earth give way,
though the mountains be moved into
the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam,
though the mountains tremble at its
swelling.”
 
Have you ever been there? Standing on the top of the mountain and feeling the earth tremble, ready to just “give way”? You feel the waters roaring around you and smell the foam it gives off. Yes, it’s HERE that the Lord says, “I am your refuge and strength. DO NOT FEAR.”

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To Love Like Him

 

Sitting on my bed in Kenya I was overlooking a glorious sunrise over the Indian Ocean. I couldn’t believe it… I mean, I remember the plane ride and all, but to wake up to THIS view was unbelievable! It was so beautiful, breath-taking, HOT and amazing. Yesterday I held a crawly starfish and a spiny sea urchin in the palm of my hand. But today, my encouragement came from 1 Cor 13. Starting with verse 4, it reads:

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Dead Fish Smell

   

Have you ever passed by something dead? You know you have by what? Yes, the smell! Sometimes you can’t even see it, but the smell takes your breath away.  I was jogging by a fence with a pond on the other side of it when this powerful rotten smell nearly choked me –  which is not good when you’re already out of breath! Death stinks.


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