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  • Desiring The Gifts Of The Spirit

    “The walls of the heart are elastic, and desire expands them.”

    That gets my vote for the most eye-opening sentence I’ve read this year.

    A few weeks ago, I was on my back on my bedroom floor, trying to catch my breath after a dreaded cardio workout, and trying to hear from God.  I knew I only had a few minutes until my kid’s internal roosters cock-a-doodle-do’d and sent them down the long hall way from their bedrooms to mine.  I held my phone in the air above my face while I read through a familiar chapter in Romans.  A certain verse seemed to stand out from the rest.  I swiped over to a commentary and that’s when I read those eye-opening words, “The walls of the heart are elastic, and desire expands them.”  That got me off my back.  I sat up, and the Holy Spirit started to unpack mountains of truth in the blink of an eye.  His message was loud and clear:

    Expand Your heart, daughter.  Desire more.

    The Holy Spirit is an extravagant gift giver.  The focus of I Corinthians 12 is all about spiritual gifts.  The word of wisdom, the word of knowledge, faith, the gifts of healing, the working of miracles, prophecy, discerning of spirits, tongues, and the interpretation of tongues.

    Each of these gifts has a two-fold purpose–one: to glorify Jesus, and two: to strengthen and encourage other people.

    We are told more than once in scripture to earnestly desire these gifts.  In the words of Dwight K. Schrute, “Question…” How are you doing with that?  Be completely honest with yourself.  When was the last time you were craving, desiring, or aching to unwrap one of those gifts?

    Some do not desire the gifts of the Spirit because they simply don’t understand them or have never heard that they should desire them.  Maybe you’ve assumed these gifts are reserved for special people on a ministry staff.  Others don’t desire the gifts because of selfishness.  Most Christians spend more time working on a better “me” instead of looking to build others up.

    Think about the purpose of the gifts again: to glorify Jesus and to strengthen and encourage other people.  These gifts have little to do with the one who is told to desire them and much to do with others.  I wonder if we would crave spiritual gifts in a greater way if they were for our personal gain.  #ThingsThatMakeYouGoHmmm

    The call of this devotional is to expand the walls of our hearts with a desire for spiritual gifts, because when we make room in our elastic-lined hearts for the gifts of the Spirit, we will begin to operate in them.  Our actions will begin to glorify Jesus and encourage others.

    Let’s quickly look at each of the gifts mentioned in I Corinthians 12 in order to create a deeper hunger in ourselves for them.

    ● Gift of Wisdom:  The Holy Spirit working through us so we can hear and speak wise counsel, especially in an important situation.

    ● Gift of Knowledge:  The unique ability to share knowledge that could only be revealed supernaturally and to know what is true.

    ● Gift of Faith:  The ability to fully trust God in any situation.

    ● Gift of Healing: The Spirit working through us to pray for the sick and see them healed.

    ● Miraculous Powers:  The Holy Spirit working through us to “override” the laws of nature and divinely intervene in situations.

    ● Gift of Prophecy:  The Holy Spirit working through us to build up, encourage, comfort, and strengthen others in a naturally supernatural way.

    ● Distinguishing Between the Spirits:  The Holy Spirit working through us to recognize what is influencing people and to decipher what is of the Spirit and what is not.

    ● Gift of Tongues:  A personal language of prayer given by God, so a believer can communicate with Him beyond the limits of their own knowledge and understanding.

    ● Gift of Interpretation: Allows tongues to benefit those, other than the one speaking in tongues, by interpreting the heavenly language into an earthly language.

    Now, some of you may already be wondering which gifts you have or you’re trying to decide which gifts you want.  I know they are in list form, but don’t look at this list like a sandwich bag at Which Wich where you get to decide which gifts sound good to you.  That’s the Holy Spirit’s call.  More important than knowing the name of the gift that’s at work through you, or choosing the one which suits you best, is the desire to be used by God however He sees fit. 

    Make your prayer be, “Lord I want to bring glory to Jesus today, and I want to strengthen and encourage others.”  Let your desire for the gifts grow and expand the walls of your heart, and as you do that, you can expect that God will give you the desires of your heart.  He will begin to use you, and you’ll begin to discover, pinpoint, and appreciate the gifts in operation in your life. 

    One gift we are told to especially desire is the gift of prophecy (I Corinthians 14:1). Let’s make that our focus this month.

    Prophecy is simply allowing the Holy Spirit to work through us to build up, encourage, comfort, and strengthen others in a naturally supernatural way. 

    That’s one of my favorite phrases ever: naturally supernatural. 

    We often see the Holy Spirit as spooky, but He’s not.  He wants to work supernaturally through what’s natural to you. 

    If it’s natural for you to text a friend, the Holy Spirit can supernaturally work through a text message.  I get supernatural texts quite often.  This morning a friend texted me to let me know she was praying for me and that God wanted me to know I was covered and loved.  I had no idea, and my friend had no idea, that my afternoon would bring some very stressful things my way.  The words in that text came back to my heart and comforted me.  The Holy Spirit prophesied to me, through her, via text.

    Ladies, let’s desire the gifts.  Let’s desire to glorify Jesus and encourage and strengthen others: our spouses, children, friends, our small group, co-workers, people we serve with at church, whoever the Lord brings to our attention. Let’s not make this a “part” of our everyday lives, segregated and compartmentalized, rather, let this be who we are: glorying Jesus and encouraging others.

    For a free small group study guide to go along with this article click here.

  • Bubble Kids : The Downside To Overprotecting Our Children

    I am the mom who cries when her babies get shots at the doctor’s office, and yeah, I’m also the mom who gets her kids vaccinated. (Insert shocked emoji face here!) I hope we can still be friends.

    When my oldest son Gus was three, I took him to the dentist for a checkup and found out he had eight cavities. Yep, eight. I promise, I take good care of my children, I just had no idea that a preschooler was not ready to wield a toothbrush on his own. #FirstKidProbs. He took the brunt of all our first-time parenting faux pas, but by the grace of God he’s turning out just fine. And you’ll be happy to know my second and third child are filling free. When Gus went back to get his mouth filled with silver, I asked my husband to take off work for the appointment so I didn’t have to see my little buddy all gassed up for dental surgery. I would have been a blubbering mess.

    I love the scene in the movie Storks where the little pink-haired baby starts to cry while Tulip, the woman in charge of delivering the pink-haired baby, tries to ignore her. The film cuts to a sequence of caring mommas throughout history protecting their babies all while REO Speedwagon’s “Keep On Loving You” plays in the background. It cuts back to Tulip whose maternal instincts kick in and she can’t take it anymore. She MUST comfort the crying pink-haired baby!

    Mothers do not like to see their children in pain, physically or emotionally. It’s part of our genetic makeup! God could not watch as Jesus hung on the cross. He had to turn His face away.

    Like the women in the Storks sequence who were literally shielding their babies, we do our best to shield our kids from anything that might cause their hearts to ache.

    Last October I got a fun little surprise in the form of two pink lines. I was pregnant! We had just packed away the crib and decided to wait another three or four years for the final installment of Blount children, so I was shocked, but thrilled at the same time. I love being pregnant, and I love newborns, and I knew our kid’s excitement would be through the roof when we shared our news with them.   I took two blood tests to confirm and the doctor said my levels looked great and that he would see me in nine weeks. I was already showing, and I knew I couldn’t wait nine more weeks to tell our friends and family, so about two weeks after we found out, I planned a big scavenger hunt that ended with a little video where we told the kids a new baby would be joining our family in June!

    I have NEVER seen joy hit my kids like that before, and you should know they are very happy kids who have had a very happy, Disneyland-filled life. But this was something they had been asking for and praying for and thinking about for a while. Our oldest cried genuine tears of joy. Our middle jumped up and down and squealed for a good five minutes straight. And our youngest just kept hugging everyone because she knew we were all so happy. It’s a moment I’ll never forget even though I totally blew it and did not hit the record button on my phone to capture it all on video.

    The new baby was all my kids could talk about. The papers they brought home from school had drawings and notes on the back of them about their new brother, since they had already decided it was going to be a boy. They had to say good morning and good night to my puffy tummy. And they prayed sincere prayers, asking God to help the baby grow big and strong and healthy.

    Three days of celebrating came to an abrupt halt after I miscarried. As shocked as I was to find out I was pregnant, I was even more shocked to miscarry. My third pregnancy ended when I had to deliver our son stillborn, and after that I prayed and believed and trusted God that I would never lose another baby again. And I was convinced I wouldn’t. But I did.

    Of course I was heartbroken over the loss of life, but the thing that hurt the most was knowing that I was going to have to tell my kids. There was no way around this. I would have to watch their hearts break.

    I was so mad at myself. Why? Why didn’t I follow the pregnancy announcement protocol? Why didn’t I wait longer to tell the kids? I could have saved them. I could have shielded them. I could have kept them in their bubble.

    I’ll never forget sitting in my kitchen the afternoon of the miscarriage, sorting out Bingo cards for a Halloween party at my kid’s school that I was in charge of hosting later that day, my eyes blurry from all the tears. I knew that in just a few short hours, after school was over, we were going to have to sit the kids down and let them know that life isn’t perfect. As I punched out Charlie Brown bingo markers and beat myself up for seemingly jumping the gun with the pregnancy announcement, the Holy Spirit came and does what the Holy Spirit was sent to do. He comforted me with these words, “You can’t always shield your kids from heartache, but you can show them how to overcome.”

    In other words, what’s done is done. You can’t protect them from this one, but you can use this situation to help them see that the greater One lives in them, and because of that, they can find victory in the midst of a terrible loss.

    After I painfully smiled my way through the class party and got the kid’s home from school, we sat them down in the living room and broke the news. They wept and moaned and cried for what felt like an eternity. Josh and I cried with them and held them and let them cry until they were ready to talk. They were so confused. How could this happen? Why did this happen? I didn’t feel equipped to answer those questions, because honestly I didn’t know how and why it happened, and I still don’t. It still doesn’t make sense. But in that moment we told them what we DID know: God is faithful, no matter what. God never leaves us nor forsakes us. God will heal our broken hearts. God will turn this sad story into a happy one.

    We stayed in our living room for hours that night and talked about heaven and the hope we have in Jesus, and what I thought would be one of the worst nights of my life ended up being one of the best, because that night I got to see that my children’s faith in God was immovable, even in the midst of a storm. Their eight and five-year-old hearts held tightly to the promises of God. The Jesus they have always sung about and read about and talked about became even more real to them that October night.

    John 16:33 says, “Here on earth we (me, you, my kids, your kids) will have many trials and sorrows.” But then it encourages us with this, “take heart, because Jesus has overcome the world.”

    When our kids are faced with real-life challenges, our tendency is to shield them from as much pain as possible. We don’t want them to ever have to experience hurt feelings, rejection, not making a sports team, the death of someone they love, disappointment, or anything else that would cause their little hearts to hurt, but sometimes we shield them from too much and they grow up never getting a chance to fully lean on God.

    Psalm 103 tells us to lean not on our own understanding, but to trust in the Lord with all our hearts. You can’t expect to ever stop leaning on your own understanding if you live in a world where everything makes sense, and I fear that’s the kind of world we try to create for our children.

    But what if we let them face some challenges? What if we stop trying to shield them from every single thing and start giving them opportunities to put their trust in the Lord? I think we would raise the fiercest generation of sons and daughters the world has ever seen. A generation who knows how to get back up when they get knocked down. A generation whose faith in God is real, tested, and unshakable. A generation who knows where to turn when the wind and waves come. A generation full of sure-footed, steady-handed, battle-worthy conquerors.

    The last thing my eight-year-old said to me that night as I tucked him into bed was, “Mom, this has been the saddest day of my life…but I will never stop trusting God.”

    If there are no rough roads to walk, no mountains to climb, and no battles to fight, our children miss out on the God of John chapter 16, the God who has overcome the world.

    Mommas, love, protect, and defend your children, but when the Spirit leads you to, lower that heavy shield so God can display His glory in the lives of your children.