Today was an all-hands-on-deck type of day. Instead of Hubby leading Sunday School while I cooked, we all participated in breakfast prep. Think Tank, Songbird, Brown Sugar, Maven, Lone Ranger, and I played sous chef to Hubby, helping him make sausage casserole, monkey bread, and potatoes. TD spurred us to work harder and faster with his constant “I’m hungry!” playing in the background.
At first I felt conflicted. I mean, it’s the Sabbath, and that means we start our morning with Sunday School. Then we eat. But that’s not the way we did things today—and what a blessing! Seeing my little people cooking together and serving each other, expressing such love and sweet fellowship…we even fit some math in because we had to change a recipe by two-thirds.
Our worship in church was different, too. It was filled with song and personal testimony. Members shared experiences that attested to the faithfulness of God and His powerful work in their life. As much as we love Pastor Livingston’s sermons, we are always so inspired by this time of honest sharing, by people who aren’t ashamed to bare their brokenness and need and who confidently speak of the God who continually meets that need.
Why is Daddy crying? What’s wrong?
One testimonial in particular struck us, bringing both Hubby and me to tears. It wasn’t about what the speaker had been through, but what God has brought our family through. Her near-death experience reminded us that Hubby is here with us only by God’s grace—and I don’t mean that daily grace that keeps working in us and saving us. I’m talking about that flesh-and-blood, He healed his physical body, and brought him back from the brink of death type of grace. Hubby’s healing broke the rules of medicine and defied reason. We praise Him for protecting us from dangers seen and unseen.
“And this I pray, that your love may abound still more and more in knowledge and all discernment, that you may approve the things that are excellent, that you may be sincere and without offense till the day of Christ, being filled with the fruits of righteousness which are by Jesus Christ, to the glory and praise of God.” (Philippians 1:9-11)
Today’s start and worship service also reminded us about the unexpected beauty you find when you take a break from the norm. It’s easy to trust “good sense,” to rely on the rules, and get bound by tradition. Some people call it legalism, others routine. But nothing about our life “looks like the Joneses”—it’s pretty hard to blend in when nine color-coordinated people are climbing out of a vehicle that’s too tall to fit through a drive-through. We can’t squeeze ourselves into the routines, systems, and expectations that fit others, because they don’t fit us, including the way we worship, educate, write, and cook our breakfast.
Face it: nothing about your life in Christ is traditional. So, don’t be afraid to break the world’s rules and live God’s way—decide to submit, forgive, and sacrifice. Love until it hurts. Pray and praise continually. Choose joy when you want to cry. Do Bible study before math homework. Wear white before Easter. And if you didn’t get the chance this morning, break bread with the Lord tonight.
Blessings on your meal!