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A few months ago, over dinner with a friend, I mentioned the fact that I was lonely. Perhaps lonely wasn’t even the right word. Unsettled may be a better description. You see, we had recently purchased a new home, and what to some would be a stepping stone home, to us was our final home. The weird looks I would get when I would say that this was our forever home was nothing new. You get weird looks when you don’t have cable or satellite, when you drive old, used cars that are paid off, when you bring your lunch to work while everyone else eats out every day, and when every single article of clothing could fit in half of a closet. We live in such a way that people think we’re weird. So it wasn’t the weird looks that made me lonely. No, it was the fact that I felt like no one else around me “got it.” It was a mild pity party at best, and I was well on my way to being swept into the cultural think tank that told me I needed more than what I already had.
And then I read “7.”
To me, “7″ gave me freedom in knowing that sometimes it’s ok to be weird. But it went even further than that… it also gave me a realignment of my focus. I realized that my minimalist lifestyle had become so habitual, that I had forgotten the meaning behind the action. I had forgotten that I wasn’t just living so that I could hoard my wealth. No, we had lived this way so that we could be in a position to give, and not just give with the leftovers, but fully give from the harvest. Yet somehow, I had lost focus and instead found myself questioning why I saved at all, wondering if the lonely path was even worth the heartache. My dear friend Katie summed it up so well when she said to me: “We [spend] and [spend] and [spend] our bountiful resources that God has lavished on us so that when a big need arises, we can help, but only in a small way. The giving doesn’t come remotely close to the gift God has given us.”
When I finished “7,” I blogged about what it meant to me and what I was learning. I feel like the words I wrote captures my heart more than anything else I could type now:
“…So I began praying that the Lord would really make true the words that were coming from my mouth. That my heart would really break for what breaks Jesus’ heart. That my eyes would see what Jesus sees. And what I was reminded of was that Jesus isn’t worried about sending my kids to the best preschool, best elementary school or saving for the next house. He certainly isn’t worried about my comfort. He is worried about His message. [His message of grace, forgiveness, mercy, love and hope.] And what saddens me is that I was slowly trying to jump onto the bandwagon of being a comfortable Christian. A Christian who went to church, who served at church (Jen often spoke of blessing those who were already richly blessed… my toes were stepped on quite a few times), and then who left the doors of the building and never brought the Savior I know and love to the people who need Him the most. [The least of these became the least remembered.]
I had slowly started believing the lie that [my family] and I need to lead comfortable, safe lives. That we deserved this or that. That I needed a bigger house for ministry or a bigger blog to really speak truth. I believed the lie that missions is overseas, not next door. I’ve believed the lie that my children should be sheltered from the poor school, the poor neighborhoods, the homeless and the people who live differently from me. I’ve dug into the scriptures and what I have found is that those who were concerned with the bigger parts of life, the rules and the “looks”… most often missed the mark. It was the ones who didn’t have anything who got it. The lady who was a prostitute was the one who was spoken gently to by the Savior. The pharisees? They were most often chastised, for their shallow religion and rules. I don’t want to miss the mark. I want to love those who no one else will love. I want to be sold out to the mission of Jesus. Read Matthew 23 and tell me it doesn’t rock your world. The ones who were supposed to be the true Christians were chastised by Jesus and given woes that make me cringe just reading.”
You see, in getting tired of being counter cultural, I had forgotten that Jesus didn’t call me to live a comfortable life, but a life that is spent. Not spent in a sense that I spend all of my money, but a sense that I spend all of ME. I love when Jen said:
“If a fast doesn’t include any sacrifices, then it’s not a fast. The discomfort is where the magic happens…. When the fast, the death, the sacrifice of the gospel is omitted from the Christian life, then it isn’t Christian at all.”
I’m called to lose, to lay it all on the line. All for the greater good of the Kingdom. I’m in.
So, I’m back to being weird. To being counter cultural. I’m completely sold out to the idea of living simply so that I can give extravagantly. I’m finally realizing that in order to be completely sold out on Jesus, I have to be ok with the sometimes lonely path. But I’m ok with being weird, especially if it means I’m in the middle of His will. And honestly, there’s no better place for me to be.
By Lindsey, A Dollop of My Life
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Eileen says
Well said, thank you also for your take on this issue. We grew up, I guess as counter culture and never realized it, we still are and now as you said it is the way the Lord would have us to be. Modesty is something to be grasped and cherished as service to the Lord, materialism was a passing fling for us and I am glad the Lord moved us on. Rough economic times forced us into minimalism, for the most part it has been a blessing to see God work on our behave with the basic needs. Yet as Solomon said, Lord do not allow me to be so poor I would think to cast shame of your name by steeling, nor allow me to be so rich that I would forget your name. There is a wonderful balance the Lord would have for us, the art is in finding it.
Midwest Magnolia - Melissa Lewis says
I wish we lived next door to each other, we could talk about this all day long. I felt like I was reading words from my own heart as I read yours! I talk about it often – and I know those looks you referred to all too well. Thanks for sharing here, I was blessed by it! Hoppin’ on over to your blog now to read further:)
~Melissa
Lindsey says
Oh! I wish we lived next door to each other too! I’d love to have a kindred spirit to talk to about this daily. It would keep me so accountable!
Melissa says
This spoke to my heart and sent tears streaming down my face.
Emily says
This was a HUGE blessing to me. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought while reading 7, and in the weeks following, “I’m so alone! No one else gets it!” I’m incredibly encouraged by the women here, and all the comments I’ve read of people who are like me. Even though I only see you on a computer screen, it’s so encouraging to know there are others out there 🙂
Beth Williams says
Your words spoke right to my heart. I am a woman of big resources–thanks to God this year! It hasn’t always been like that and so I am a saver also.
Even though I got a huge raise this year–that hasn’t changed me much. Except in one big big way–giving! I feel now I am blessed to give more to more charities. Every time someone e-mails me or tells me of a need I can meet–I’m on it right away. I want to help the poor, needy, less fortunate. Only by the Grace of God am I not one of those people. Any day I could easily find myself in their position and want help.
God said “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you”. I’m not a big evangalizer, talker, etc. I find that actions speak louder than words and that is my way of showing Christ to others around me.
Loved loved loved the post!@
Jodie says
Thank you for sharing. I really appreciate your heart and your desire to live simply in order to give extravagently. I’ve been convicted recently about my sense of entitlement before God, and your words spoke to my heart.
Renae Goysich says
I wasn’t even going to read my email this morning. My life is so filled up with work, church ministry, and family that I rarely have a minute to sit down. But for some reason this is what I found! And it really spoke to my heart. There is way too much info on why to put here in just a comment, let it suffice to say that this is an area I have battled with all my life, as I was on the other side of you, the one who would have given the “funny ” look. That is, until I actually went out into the mission field. 🙂
So thank you for being strong! Its much nicer to be on this side!
Laura says
Love love LOVE this post Lindsey!! People rarely understand my decisions but I’m all “hey… I’m here to live for Christ, not you.”
Spending me… something I’m going to keep in my head. Love it.
Louise says
This made me cry…and repent. Thankyou so much for this, it helped bring me back to focussing on what really matters.
Excess {Part Three} « the geeky place says
[…] A recent post from (in)courage exactly explained what we felt: “To me, “7″ gave me freedom in knowing that sometimes it’s ok to be weird. But it went even further than that… it also gave me a realignment of my focus. I realized that my minimalist lifestyle had become so habitual, that I had forgotten the meaning behind the action. I had forgotten that I wasn’t just living so that I could hoard my wealth. No, we had lived this way so that we could be in a position to give, and not just give with the leftovers, but fully give from the harvest. Yet somehow, I had lost focus and instead found myself questioning why I saved at all, wondering if the lonely path was even worth the heartache. My dear friend Katie summed it up so well when she said to me: “We [spend] and [spend] and [spend] our bountiful resources that God has lavished on us so that when a big need arises, we can help, but only in a small way. The giving doesn’t come remotely close to the gift God has given us.”” – Lindsey […]
Fly Mom says
Thank you so much for this…