Measuring growth

My first (and last!) post was in the early stages of my journey into motherhood. I chuckle. So much time has passed since my little one was an infant. Now a full-blown toddler, she is growing (and walking) faster than I ever imagined.

I’m always reminded to look at the spiritual realities unveiled by things in the physical realm. When I see children (including my own) grow by leaps and bounds, I’m challenged to ask myself, “Have I grown as much as they have?”

But how do I know if I am growing? And if I don’t have the right standard for measuring growth, how will I know if I have progressed?

But to each one of us grace was given according to the measure of Christ’s gift…And He gave some as apostles, and some as prophets, and some as evangelists, and some as pastors and teachers, for the equipping of the saints for the work of service, to the building up of the body of Christ; until we all attain to the unity of the faith, and of the knowledge of the Son of God, to a mature man, to the measure of the stature which belongs to the fullness of Christ.

Food for thought:
– Are you using the gift(s) God gave you to build up your local church? If not, what’s hindering you? What can you do to remove the impediment?

– Is your use of your gift(s) furthering or hampering the unity of the body of Christ? How? If you are operating in disunity, how can you change directions?

– Are people growing in their knowledge of Jesus as a result of your presence in the body? If not, what steps can you take to be a growth agent in the lives of others?

– Are people encouraged to become more Christlike as a result of their interaction with you? Why or why not? What can you do to encourage Christlikeness in yourself so that someone else can encounter it in you?

Please comment and share. I would love to hear from you!

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“You’re a housewife.”

My husband said these words to me the other day and they almost knocked me out of my chair. If you knew me years ago, you’d know that these were the last words I ever expected to come out of anyone’s mouth to describe me.

In my teens, I fully expected to make enough money to have someone cook & clean for me. In my twenties, when friends started marrying & having kids, I expected to remain a single corporate career-minded woman for years to come. By the time I’d hit my thirties, I’d already realized that corporate American life just wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

The stuff that feminist perspectives had been feeding women for decades was turning my stomach. Why were so many women feeling so run down after trying to “have it all”–family, higher education, and career? The truth is that nobody can have it all at once and not have some part of her life suffer for it. We weren’t created to be wholly contained individuals, but to be interdependent. I started to feel like the more I gave to my corporate life, the less I had to give to any other area. I had a sense that I was made for more than pushing papers. So I quit my job, entered seminary, & became an urban missionary to Philadelphia; I met and married my best friend in the process. (That last sentence carries more weight and life lessons learned over the course of 6-7 years than will fit in a blog post. And I wouldn’t trade them for the world.)

Now, as I enter my forties in less than two weeks, I’m grateful for the change of heart I’ve been graced with over the years. There’s nothing I’d rather be doing than watching my newborn daughter stretch her arms after nap time, or fixing a dinner plate for my husband after he’s had a hard day’s work. It’s taken four decades for me to get here, but I’m embracing this new season of life!