Month: June 2015

Letters to the Family: Angie

Last week, you got to hear from one of my five hundred new internet friends (I still am trying to wrap my mind around how we created a healthy community on social media.) This week, I’d like to introduce to you another of these genuine, fun-loving ladies, Angie Dailey. Here is what I have noticed about Angie. She is a learner. She often is sharing ideas she has come across or asking for input on whatever she happens to be thinking about at the time. I love this! None of us ever stop learning, but some of us are just a bit more intentional in the process. 

AngieIn her own words: I live in rural Ohio with my husband and family. I write at Metamorphosis, my personal blog. (angelinadawn.blogspot.com) I spend my best and most important time with the Creator of the Universe, and with my family. I love coffee, Jesus and gardening, not in that order. I hope you enjoy my letter- the division of women in churches is crippling ministry, and it tugs at my heart. 


Dear Ladies in Church,

I often wonder what it would be like if we all saw ourselves as equals, like Jesus did. I dream of a day when Women’s Ministry is a priority for all of us, fellowshipping with one another and praying together. I have a picture in my mind’s eye of a room full of women of all ages, worshipping and loving, just like we are supposed to do. I see an empty seat and worry about where YOU are tonight. Are you spending this evening alone? Are you so wrapped up in television, socializing or working that there is no time for your church family? Are you hurting, feeling lonely and afraid? Is there something we need to know, something we can help you through? I miss you on an evening so full of fun and grace. I really wanted to share my story with you, and to hear your story. I want to know your triumphs as well as your tragedies. I want to hold your hand when you need it, and lean on your shoulder when I need to.

Forgive me for questioning your motives; I just do not understand the great divide that has become between us as women. The most valuable things I have ever learned, I learned from the generation that is older than I am. There is so much to be shared, learned and loved when we gather as one. We have the power to influence our families, our church bodies and our communities. When we stand united through Christ, we can make such a difference in so many ways, and it starts right here, in our own churches. As women in the body of Christ, we all read the Bible, we worship together in our home churches, and we pray to the same Living God. We drop our kids off at Sunday school, and we hear the message each week, yet we are all so very much divided. I think upon further investigation, we will find we have more in common than we are willing to admit.

I am still praying for the day when all of our physical, political and societal differences can be put aside, so we can spend some quality girl-time together. I would love to drink coffee with you, splurge on chocolate cake and cry over our heartaches. I would love to be a witness to the great testimony of friendship and grace that only Christ can bring into a relationship like ours could be. I would love to walk into any church and know that I am accepted because I belong to Jesus, our most important common thread.

I will close this letter with this- I am missing the fellowship of women who laugh, love and live as fiercely as I do. I see them every week, as you do, and then they are gone until the next service starts. I feel as though I am missing something, and it’s something I have only had a brief taste of. Christian friendships among women are important, and fellowship and unity are part of that. I don’t want to be a part of a small clique; I want to be part of the women at my church. Most of all, I want you to be a part of your church too.

Angie Dailey

{No} Fear

When I was a child, I had a “No Fear” shirt. Do you remember these shirts? If not, it’s because you are a young one, so you will just have to believe me when I tell you they were super cool.

The other day, I was having a conversation with myself. Don’t judge. You do it to. I don’t really remember what “we” were discussing, but I do recall interrupting myself and saying, “No fear.” And immediately I had a mental image of my awkward, basketball-loving junior high self sporting that awesome t-shirt. “We” laughed for a bit about that silly trend before getting back to why on earth that phrase came up in conversation.

It doesn’t take a lion trainer to figure it out. (Anyone else bored with “it doesn’t take a rocket scientist”?) “No fear” came to mind because I DO fear. Often. I am terrified. I am terrified that  my circumstances won’t change, that I don’t have what it takes to reach my goals, that people won’t think my best amounts to much at all. That I. Will. Fail.

Or if I succeed, that success will be a let down.

Do you know what fear kept people from in scripture?

In Deuteronomy chapter one, we see that it kept an entire generation from seeing the land The Lord had promised His people. They trembled in fear and said, “The people are taller and stronger than we are; the cities are large with walls up to the sky.”  Moses reminded them, “Do not be terrified. Do not be afraid of them. The Lord, your God, who is going before you will fight for you, as He did in Egypt before your very eyes, and in the wilderness. There you saw how The Lord, your God, carried you as a father carries his son, all the way you went until you reached this place.” But, they let fear win. They stopped moving forward because their fear was bigger than their faith. God was too little in their eyes to do what He promised, to lead them to victory.

Sarah told her husband, Abraham, to sleep with another woman. She was afraid God wasn’t big enough to keep His promise to give them a child, so she made her own way. And in doing so, she gave up the peace of her household. She brought havoc into another woman’s life. And the entire world is still feeling the effects of her decision.

Peter was afraid too. His fear looked like shame. But what is shame if it isn’t fear we cannot be loved or useful to Christ after the things we have done? In Peter’s fear, he went back to the familiar. He ignored that Jesus had renamed him “The Rock” and promised the church would be built through faith like his. He gave up the potential God himself had spoken over him and Peter returned to the safe life…fishing. Not for men, but for fish. He went back to casting his nets day after day never knowing whether it would be a good day or a bad day.

Isn’t that just ridiculous? I mean, when we read these stories, it is so clear these people were making awful choices! You gave up what God had PROMISED because you were afraid? Of what? So what if the people are big? So what if it is taking longer than you thought? So WHAT if you made a fool out of yourself and made one of the worst mistakes of your life? God has already told you he is giving this future to you. Hello!

But I do the same thing. I mean, God has not told me I will be a sucessful musician or that I will ever get to go back to India or that I will ever be married. But, He has promised to take care of me, to lead me in victory, to direct my steps, to love me, to use me, to mold me. He has promised the best for me. So, why would I let fear keep me from moving forward?

It is the what ifs that hold me back. What if I find out I’m terrible at this? What if I’m really good at it but no one cares? What if I’m teaching and lose my train of thought? What if no one reads what I write? What if EVERYONE reads what I write? What if What if What if?????

STOP!

Stop what ifing. Ok..So WHAT IF those things happen? Isn’t God big enough to handle it? Do I really think one of those things could throw His entire plan off course sending me into a tailspin till I die sad and alone at the age of 93?

Of course He is big enough. He is bigger and stronger than all my mistakes, then anyone else’s thoughts towards me, than any walls and oceans and armies that threaten to keep me from the things God has in store for me.

So, no fear. I will choose, every second of every day. I will decide over and over and over again to not be afraid. To not let fear keep me from receiving the fulfillments of all His promises towards me. I will choose to remember that my God is big enough, strong enough, and He loves me more than enough to lead me in victory.

I love the speech that Samuel gives the people in 1 Samuel 12.

Do not be afraid. You have done all this evil; yet do not turn away from the LORD, but serve the LORD with all your heart. Do not turn away after useless idols. They can do you no good, nor can they rescue you, because they are useless. For the sake of his great name the LORD will not reject his people, because the LORD was pleased to make you his own. As for me, far be it from me that I should sin against the LORD by failing to pray for you. And I will teach you the way that is good and right.  But be sure to fear the LORD and serve him faithfully with all your heart; consider what great things he has done for you. Yet if you persist in doing evil, both you and your king will perish.”

To you and to me: Do not be afraid. Yes, you have made some stupid decisions, but the Lord called you because He wanted to. Fear Him. Love Him. Look at all He has already done for you and keep moving forward.


Originally posted on The Truths of Becoming: 1/8/11