This practice of reflecting and recording what I’m learning each season is a vital habit for me.
Lately, I’ve been reading some past writing, and so many times I’ve thought to myself, “Do I know this girl?” God has met me again and again on the pages I’ve written (or typed) with my own hand.
This season has been a warm invitation to intentionally remember what I already know.
I read an article by Alia Joy that you must make time to read. The very last line resonated with me deeply: “…sometimes He meets us in things we wrote and believed and somehow forgot.”
I’ve thought about quitting these “what I’m learning” posts, but I can’t. A disciple is a learner. And so to rehearse what God is teaching me—from the big ahas in His word to all the little things I too easily dismiss—is to keep myself in His love.
Here’s my short list of what I’m learning…
“I was wrong” is more powerful than “I am right.”
In The Friendships of Women, Dee Brestin explains how she got some things wrong in the first edition of the book. Two decades later, after walking through the death of her husband, she now has a completely different and fresh perspective.
Priscilla Shirer wrote the bible study Discerning the Voice of God eleven years ago. In the first edition, the theme of obedience was an important element, but as Priscilla has grown in her faith and in her calling, she shares (in this current edition) how she now recognizes obedience as not just a small part of hearing from God, but rather the key to hearing from God.
There’s beauty in admitting when we get it wrong. “I was wrong” means we place a high value on trusting God to help us get it right. It’s evidence of growth and maturity, and a phrase I’m unashamedly adding to my vocabulary.
I actually enjoy cooking.
This is shocking to me. (Really, it is.) A friend’s vibrant instagram photo and her insightful words reminded me that creativity is all around us. Cooking a new recipe once a week for my family just happens to be how I’m exercising my creativity lately. Our new favorite is this 30-minute Honey Roasted Chicken Sweet Potatoes Skillet:
Sometimes freedom looks like breaking your own rules.
In God’s economy, rules are loving boundaries intended to protect. Each one is the pathway to divine blessing. Yet, in my backwards thinking, I often create my own rules and turn them into restrictions that keep me from freedom rather than enabling me to walk in it.
Lately God has been showing me the difference between rules I create to try and measure up, and the provisions He outlines in His word. These habits are for my good. Things like rest, trust, and surrender. I’ve found such freedom in examining my own list of “rules” and scratching them out one by one. With every strikethrough, God is breaking its hold on me.
My kids’ biggest failures offer priceless opportunities to point them to Jesus.
I don’t want to raise perfect kids; I want to raise kids who trust in a perfect God who never stops loving them, forgiving them, and guiding them. Most days, this is easier said than done. But I’ll keep saying it and saying it to myself because this one matters.
Sometimes what you expect to be hard is easy and what you expect to be easy turns out to be hard.
I thought potty training my youngest would be tough. It wasn’t. I thought painting our home would be easy. White walls? No brainer, right? Nope. Turns out there are more shades of white than any other color.
Letting go of expectations has helped me to enter this season with a desire to learn more about God through the refreshingly easy assignments but also the difficult, unexpected circumstances. I’m learning that I can’t foresee what’s ahead, but God takes great care in preparing me.
Scripture I memorized in the last season has specifically become my sword of truth for my current days. I didn’t know I’d need it in this way, but God did. And man, am I thankful to be holding onto to His truth today.
My truest identity is daughter of the King, and anything that rivals this must be shed.
It’s not the remembering that’s difficult; it’s the shedding of all the good and precious things that are not and will never be Christ in my life.
Do you have a habit of reminding yourself what you’re learning? If so, I’d love to hear from you.