Idol Worship

Before I get into it, you could see what we were doing last weekend here.  She chronicles it better than I :)

In the meantime, I've been grappling with idol worship.  Yes, I think so.  You see, as I drove to and fro from Arbonne events this week, I've been listening to Doug Philips of Vision Forum.  He made a little passing reference to the idols we set before us, even as we come seeking the wisdom of the Lord.  The idols not made of stone or wood, but in our heads - set before our minds and hearts to worship and consume us.  And then, too late, I lingered on the computer last night - getting some sweet nourishment from Ann and Bam! there it was again.

Now, I'm not so orderly or wise as Ann or as Doug.  But I know the truth which sets me free.  It is for freedom that I have been set free.  Freedom to worship and obey and live abundantly.  My abundance is characterized by grace for small children; energy for dinner-cooking; delight in couch-cuddles; vision for ordered meal plans and lesson plans and business plans; peaceful sleep between squalling babe and late-night girl-in-my-bed visits; cheerful bread-kneading, clutter-clearing, laundry-sorting, Arbonne-calling, irregular-showering!  That's my abundance!  

My idols woo me toward grumbling, spewing, scowling labors - my burden heavy and angry and blaming.  My children cower as the wellspring of my filthy-flesh-heart overflows all over them.  Blech.  I cower at the shame when the phone ring and my grumbles flip to a sweet "hello?"  Faker.  

So last night I knelt in the dark at chair (with a pile of laundry upon it) and asked for forgiveness.  God, melt my idols down into a puddle of useless laundry-worship and controlling-everyone.  I choose you, Jesus.  You can author my day, order my precious day.  Make peace of my pieces.  My laundry and meals and school books and calendar - they all remain.  Redeem them, Jesus.  Fill my cup with sweetness and grace so that as it is jarred and bumped today, I'll spill YOU all over.