| RefreshmentThere’s nothing in this world that soothes me better than being in the midst of just living with family. Sometimes constant doing
drains me. Actually, I think it’s more living without those closest to
me. This week I have actually done a lot of doing. The church my
parents planted in the fall of 2006 is having their first Kid’s Camp,
which will run for 2 days a week for three weeks. After Edwin went back
to California (tear), leaving me with my family (yea!), my mom and I
got straight to work. Working with her is like working with a part of
myself. I imagine she would say the same.
Coincidentally, while Edwin was here I found myself noticing more
and more of the things I do like my mom. Not only do people mistake me
for her over the phone, but they see her in my mannerisms. I think more
of her has come out in me since being married, because now I have a
constant (wonderful) someone to dote on and, unfortunately, at times,
control. Ah me, I have not intended to be controlling, but I guess
there is more of my mother’s type A in me than I ever realized. And
then, there’s my being a woman. As I work on a message on
relationships, based in the marriage model of Ephesians 5, I am
pondering the depths of the womanly urge to control relationships, and
I am ever more thankful for God’s command to submit (although the
prideful part of my nature strives against it even when I say it!). He
knew me and other women far better than we know ourselves (I’d hope so,
he created us), when he fit that little, yet monumental, command neatly
into the command to love and respect. But this is actually getting off
the point and while I could be on a roll I want to return to the heart
of my first few words…family.
While I have certainly followed the admonition of Jesus to be
willing to forsake all others to follow Him (proved in my moving across
the country and soon all the way to the Philippines, against the
urgings of my loving and well-meaning family), I have not been called
to truly forsake them, for which I am eternally grateful, for they are my birth and my likeness, both inside and out.
While Edwin was here I introduced him to many of my mom’s side of
the family. They reside (and have my whole life) in Northeastern
Mississippi. He met my great Aint (yes, AINT) Sara, the one whose
birthday is the same as my Mamaw’s, although a few years apart. They were none alike but the greatest pair of
sisters I ever knew. Edwin went home knowing a little more about me
that night.
Sunday I had the privilege of singing in church, something I don’t
get to do in my large church which has more than enough singers and
doesn’t need me. It was like being back in my childhood, when singing
in church was at least a bi-monthly ritual. Then, at the end of the
song, my dad said, “Amy, stay up here and just take a moment to share
what’s on your heart.” He put me on the spot, and I loved it. I shared
about holiness and how Christians need to own up to our identity…we are
saints, not sinners, and we ought to live like it. He calls us to walk
into him, never fully attaining his perfection but striving to walk in
it through his empowering Spirit. Sigh. If Christians walked that way
then the world might actually know just through our actions who Jesus
is.
I am the most blessed woman in the world. I get to do children’s
ministry with my momma and preach with my daddy, and live a life of
ministry with my husband. But these last two weeks I have experienced
the adage, “Your greatest ministry is your family.” For yes, I would
say this is indeed true. Family is where you are your most raw, and
family, in its intended form, is where you will always be accepted,
loved, coddled, challenged, and grown. I don’t think growing up in a
family ends after adolescence (or, since that term is a bit ambiguous
these days since people live with parents now sometimes all the way
through their 20s, the time you leave home), but it lasts a lifetime. I
am still growing in my family. Perhaps I’m growing into
them. And they into me, as I anticipate and pray for the day God will
grace us with a family of our own. My mom, my dad, my mamaws and
papaws, my brother, and my cousins, aunts, uncles, in-laws, nieces and
nephews, will all be forever in me, living in some way or another.
When I got home with my parents on Sunday, my brother, Jeremy, and
his wife, Sarah, and kids, Will and Macy, met us for lunch. I presented
Macy with her baby quilt that I started in California and Mom helped me
complete here. I passed along to her a piece of my Mamaw and Aunt
Rhoda, who made me my “blanky,” which was my soothing companion into my
teens (I tucked it away under my pillow for years).
Later, Will and I played slip and slide, and then I propelled him in
his favorite swing up into the clouds, where he saw jets, occupied by
various family members, including me and Edwin (I’ve been told he prays
for us in his nightly prayers…he’s 3 1/2). It was just us, Aunt Mamy
(sadly, no longer my name; he outgrew his toddler misconception of my
name and just calls me “Amy” now) and Will, soaring through the clouds
on a hot Mississippi evening.
And that place high in the clouds is where I’ve experienced more
spiritual healing and calm in a long long time. I needed him, little
Will, to minister to me there. He took me to the clouds, and left me to
meet with Jesus, who has nodded his head and shown me the ministry of family. Go here to see photos: http://samsonadventures.wordpress.com/
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