The first year my husband and I were married, he arrived home after a trip and found the living room completely rearranged, including my piano. (My husband is a Georgia boy, and I’m a Kentucky girl… And there are a few differences.) He asked me, “Who moved all this for you?” Now, to this Kentucky woman, that was a pretty ridiculous question. “Nobody moved it for me… I moved it myself!” You see, his genteel-southern-lady momma would never dream of moving heavy furniture, and called a man to do it for her. I, on the other hand, come from West Kentucky pioneer stock where the women work as hard as the men and sometimes harder.
I am a strong woman, though all that piano moving could be why I ended up with two spine surgeries in less than two years. But in tough situations, I seem to be the “strong” one. The dependable one, the one people lean on and talk to. I don’t mind being strong, in fact I’m thankful for it… But all things considered, I’d rather be faithful.
I’ve been pondering this, and here is what I think.
Strong depends on me.
Faithful depends on God.
I can be strong all day long and never take a step toward faith in God. OR, I can be faithful all day long, and never need to be strong on my own. And in those situations that require strength and tenacity, my faith pulls me through. Philippians 4:19 says that “God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus.” Every need. Wants and needs are two different things, but when I need to be strong, God provides.
I’m not sure what all this has to do with the song in my head this morning. The one line running on a loop is, “We were made to run through fields of forever” from Stephen Curtis Chapman’s song, Glorious Unfolding. And it just occurred to me that being strong won’t get me to those forever fields. Being strong doesn’t get me a front row seat to watch that glorious unfolding. Never permitting others to help, holding onto every ounce of control I think I have, running on empty because others are depending on me, won’t get me to God’s throne room. Only being faithful to the God who made me.
We were made to run through fields of forever
Singing songs to our Savior and King
So let us remember this life we’re living
Is just the beginning of the beginning
I recently posted about Glorious Unfolding. Click here to read it.