sweaty mess and sci-fi

Sometimes there is no way around it - my legs stick to the driver seat, my hair twists around in a knot atop my head, and a pool of sweat collects on my lower back. #summer

But, I'm gonna be real honest right now: I feel like I'm lost in a sci-fi film. Every other moment I'm drowning and in the opposite moment I'm waking up like a child. I guess you could describe the whole disturbing scene stretching out these days as exciting, but I'm just barely hanging on.

Turns out, all that talk of preaching to myself better be more than blog posts, better be more than resolutions and more than my typical free-spirited whimsy. It better be more, because it's getting serious. Every other moment (the drowning ones) require serious rescue and lip service won't do the trick, ever.

Believing moment by moment is a catchy concept and one I can get behind - trusting that God is providing and will provide the strength to go on in His future grace.

We are banking on the overflow of future storehouses and you'll always find me saying "Amen" to that.

But riding around in my car with kids I love so much it tears my heart out, that's not a concept. Having to say goodbye to these kids is not a concept I can either agree or disagree with, it's just going to happen. Looking at my bank accounts is not conceptual - the numbers are like Shakira's hips, they don't lie. Trying to sell my car Eddie, trying to juggle transition, trying to get hired... those are not concepts.

This is my reality. I'm not sitting in a church pew, throwing out "amens" when the pastor is on point and scribbling my sermon doodles about theological connections.

Believing is not a concept, it is reality. It has to be, or I sank a long time ago.

Every other moment (the drowning ones), I reach out for the reality of future grace. I have to believe with my mind, praying all unbelief into captivity (2 Corinthians 10:5) because otherwise I would be paralyzed with fears that everything won't work out. I have to believe with my heart, trusting God's protection and that He will complete the work He has started (Philippians 1:6). I have to believe with my soul, hoping with certainty in what God has promised for the future (Psalm 42:11). I have to believe with my strength, convinced that acting out of this belief is the best thing to do (Hebrews 12:14).

I try not to flail about, but I do very few things gracefully and getting rescued is not one of them. I scramble and scurry, but every inch of me knows that believing conceptually is not life-saving.

Real believing is a sweaty mess, a gasping-for-air ordeal that can make a person extremely unattractive in all the near-drowning desperation. But believing is also the only thing that will make us beautiful, as we become more and more like Christ.

Then there are those glorious every other moments (the waking up ones) when I slip into childlike skin and the believing is less work. These are great gifts and I cherish them, sandwiched between near drownings. God's preservation of our childlike-ness is a very beautiful thing.

This is the little sci-fi memoir I'm living at the moment, making my life a sweaty mess. It's probably just this heat getting to me.