Filled to All the Fullness

I’m reading a memoir by Caroline Knapp entitled, “Drinking: A Love Story.” This section on the alcoholic’s genuine belief that they need the drink struck me, on how their emptiness needed filling and alcohol seemed to do the trick.

Page 60-61: “Most alcoholics I know experience that hunger long before they pick up the first drink, that yearning for something, something outside the self that will provide relief and solace and well-being. You hear echoes of it all the time in AA meetings, that sense that there’s a well of emptiness inside and that the trick in sobriety is to find new ways to fill it, spiritual ways instead of physical ones. People talk about their fixations with things—a new house they’re looking to buy, or a job they’re desperate for, or a relationship—as though these things have genuinely transformative powers, powers to heal and save and change their lives. Searching, searching: the need cuts across all backgrounds, all socioeconomic lines, all ages and sexes and races.”

“Part of this, of course, is culturally determined or, at least, culturally reinforced. The search for a fix, for a ready solution to what ails, has become a uniquely American undertaking, an ingrained part of consumer culture, as prevalent as the nearest diet workshop or plastic surgeon. In some ways alcoholism is the perfect late twentieth-century expression of that particular brand of searching, an extreme expression of the way so many of us are taught to confront deep yearnings. Fill it up, fill it up, fill it up. Fill up the emptiness; fill up what feels like a pit of loneliness and terror and rage; please just take it away now. Our society has become marvelously adept at presenting easy—or seemingly easy—solutions to that impulse; all you have to do is watch enough tv and the answers come, one by one: the right body weight will do the trick. The right house. A couple of beers.”

“I sometimes think of alcoholics as people who’ve elevated that search to an art form or a religion, filling the emptiness with drink, chasing drink after drink, sometimes killing themselves in the effort. They give up liquor, but the chase is harder to stop. This is why you hear people in AA meetings talk about thinking or acting alcoholically long after they’ve put down their last drink. The search for an external solution goes on: I want something. I need something.”

I suppose I was struck by how relatable these words were. I’ve never drank alcohol, and I suppose it’s for very good reason—what if I’d been one who saw it as the answer to the emptiness? A sobering thought for the rest of my days, I pray.

No, my filling hasn’t come through alcohol but I’ve tried lots of things to fill the emptiness. The latest diet trend. The greatest exercise program that’s sure to make my body goals a reality. I’ve had seasons where I thought a new set of throw pillows for my couches would certainly improve my life; I have linen closets full of folded and stacked pillow covers that never seemed to scratch the itch. Not to mention the “dream house” I was sure would make my life complete. Spoiler: it most definitely did not. I could go on, but I think you get the point (and I’d like to spare myself more embarrassment and vulnerability). While items on my list may not appear to be as damaging as alcohol, I’d venture to say they still represent an empty heart looking in all the wrong places to be filled.

It begs the question—is my life consistently shaped by Jesus? Is my heart open to Him and His ways, ready to be filled with His Word and His Spirit?

It’s no coincidence that my Bible plan had me in Ephesians 3:14-21 around the same time I was reading this section from Knapp’s memoir. Here is my prayer for me and for you—-

“For this reason I bow my knees before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth derives its name, that He would grant you, according to the riches of His glory, to be strengthened with power through His Spirit in the inner man, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; and that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ which surpasses all knowledge, that you may be filled up to all the fullness of God, Now to Him who is able to do far more abundantly beyond all that we ask or think, according to the power that works within us, to Him be the glory in the church and in Christ Jesus to all generations forever and ever. Amen.”

I want to be filled to all the fullness of God. We all feel the emptiness here from time to time. When we do, let’s be alert to what types of things or people we turn to in order to find fulfillment. There’s only One person who can bring the fullness you crave—Jesus. He emptied Himself by coming to earth to die on a cross for the sins of the world. Let Him work in you for His good pleasure! There is nothing more fulfilling than that.

Summer!

Raise your hand if you’re in unbelief that it’s already June! 🙋🏼‍♀️

In January I heard this prayer—“This year—only YOU and what YOU are doing, LORD. Amen.”

I wrote it in my journal and on our family chalkboard that I look at everyday. I’ve rolled it around in my head and heart more times than I could count. What would a year look like lived under this prayer? What things might I quit doing? What things might take priority? How would I spend my money? How would I interact with my kids? In what ways would I adjust how I respond to my husband? So many questions and thoughts around this prayer.

I had a list of prayer needs under this prayer written in chalk. And I’ve already seen the Lord’s hand at work in specific ways as we have rolled our concerns over to Him.

Ruby found an apartment for the fall and another room mate, in addition to her current awesome one.

Ruby is thriving at woodlands camp and learning a new skill (photography), making new friends, loving on younger kids, and oh so much more. I’m so proud of her!!!!!!

Molly is settling in at her camp in Ohio. Camp Carl. She is being stretched and learning how to lead well. She’s making new friends and expanding her horizons and getting to lead worship. She drove all the way there alone—that was a big deal. For me anyway.

Mack is starting his senior year of football summer practice along with additional training in football this summer. I’ve seen him grow up a lot over the past year, and I’m very proud of him. So excited for his senior year.

God led us to vehicles the kids needed.

He provided for a Spring Break trip that was so fun for all of us.

He has clarified our summer trips.

He is preparing Mack for a Utah Mission Trip in July.

He has helped me in areas of health and has helped me discern the importance of my place at home in very sweet, personal ways.

I’ve enjoyed resting in His sovereign arms as I bring decisions and potential plans to Him and ask Him to help me. To make things clear to me. To help me see what He sees and trust Him when I hear His voice, no matter what He says.

This summer is so sweet as I see each of my kids living on purpose, using gifts God has given them to love and serve others. My heart is full. Even though I’m missing them terribly, I’m proud beyond words of where they each are these days.

How about some photos from the last month or so?

Had a lovely dinner to send Ruby off and to celebrate Mother’s Day!
Molly and I got a stomach virus that just about did us in! Thankful for the mobile nurse who came to give us fluids and medicine and vitamins.

We traveled to Augusta to celebrate my niece and nephew graduating from high school! So thankful I got to see my sisters🩷 and my dad😊

I took a ton of photos of my yard in May because it was so beautiful!!! And I always have plenty of photos of Rolo on my camera roll. She’s my BFF.

Ruby sent this photo of her🥰😍 my little camp photographer.

She turned 20 while she was away at camp, and I just can hardly believe I’m old enough to have a two decade old child. We love Ruby.

This would happen every evening after dinner. These two😍!
Mack visited a Mormon ward to ask questions and hear from the Mormon missionaries. They’re learning how to have conversations with them and explain how what we believe and what the Bible teaches is not the same as what the Mormons believe. His trip is in July.

We said goodbye to Molly and then prayed all day as she drove over seven hours to get to her camp in Ohio. We miss Molly!!

I ordered a lounging pool for me. There’s not a beach trip on the calendar, and we aren’t getting a real pool, so this will have to do! I’m actually very pleased with it.
I spent half a day with Mack getting his physical done, shopping and eating. The baby of the family gets one on one time with the parents—whether they like it or not🤣
I love getting FaceTime calls on the weekend from Ruby!! She can’t have her phone all week, which has been an unexpected blessing! But I do love our weekend calls and texts.
Molly FaceTimes us very infrequently only because the service where she is is very limited. But we sure do love seeing her face, too!

So all in all I just want to say that being in the center of God’s will is what I want—for me, for Josh, for Ruby, for Molly and for Mack. I’ve listened to “The Purest Place” by Christy Nockels a lot this past week. I’ll probably share more about it soon, but look it up and give it a listen. The purest place is where God is and that’s where I wanna be. He brings life and purpose.

Hope your summer is off to a great start!☀️

Molly sang at Convocation!

Molly had an amazing opportunity to sing a song in convocation at Liberty University. She wrote it after hearing a sermon by Josh Rutledge from 1 John. I was so happy I could be there to hear her and see her. She did great! It’s a powerful song, and I’m so proud of her. Here is the link. She sings at the beginning.

https://watch.liberty.edu/playlist/dedicated/82178501/1_npaqvv7z/1_rg11lvzm

I loved sitting with Ruby. She was a proud sister, and I was so proud of her too.

Her friends were super supportive!
I loved being with these girlies. They’re my favorite.

“Just A Mom”

I was listening to an Active Listening Prayer podcast called The Collaboratory. She was teaching on who God says I am and how knowing Who God is helps me be confident in who He made me to be. She warned against the lies of the enemy that try to discourage.

She asked the listener to imagine we were in our favorite spot and Jesus was there. She led us, in our imaginations, to write down a lie we have believed about ourself. I scribbled on my torn sheet of paper I pulled from my imaginary pocket—“Just a Mom.”

She invited us to give the paper to Jesus. “What does He do with it?”she asked.

She gave options of what He might do with it—maybe He doesn’t even look at it, maybe He throws it in a nearby fire or maybe He swallows it! But before she could even offer these suggestions, I had a clear picture of what He did with my lie that I was “just a mom.” As soon as I handed Jesus the paper, He turned it into balloons that spelled out JUST A MOM. Each letter large and shiny and dancing in the sky.

This was a celebration in His eyes. To say no to other pursuits, other people, and other ways of spending my days and years. Saying yes to three little precious people for many days that have turned into years. Little people who have turned into young adults.

I am grateful to God for the ability to stay at home, the husband who has been only supportive of my role, and the time I’ve had with my kids. And I’m especially grateful for the party balloons Jesus made for me for being “Just a Mom.” I’ll never hear those words the same again.

Putting away the suitcases

So this unpacking from the beach all that The Lord packed in my heart has taken longer than I anticipated. Life is full! What can I say?

But if you remember, I was reading Psalm 139 everyday and everyday it seemed a different section stood out to me. I’m choosing to combine the last two days for fear I may not wrap this in a timely fashion.

In Sarah Hagerty’s book, The Gift of Limitations, she shares that the average human has about 6,000 thoughts a day. Now that did not surprise me one bit. My mind is constantly thinking something. It can be exhausting.

Psalm 139:17-18a says, “How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How vast is the sum of them. If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand.”

I asked the Lord to help me understand this verse more as I went to spend a day on the beach with more sand than any human could count. And I asked Him to help me think about things the way He thinks about things. I asked Him for wisdom from Him to be shared with me in many different areas of my life.

And then the next day, no matter how much I really didn’t want to focus on these next verses, I just had a hunch the Lord might bring my attention to them.

“I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are Your works and my soul knows it very well.”

What Christian girl hasn’t at some point in her life written this verse on an index card and taped it to her mirror? The mirror has oftentimes been a bit of a war zone of the mind—thoughts assail me. I carve my shape up, thinking smaller thighs are the key to happiness. Nowadays, it’s embracing a new wrinkle or sun spot on my face and wishing any one of the twelve anti-aging bottles actually would prove true.

The scripture goes on, “My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in secret and skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth.”

My frame—the very frame I often despise was made by God with skill. He put my body together just as it is. And that is a very good thing.

So on this morning at the beach while I walked along the shore and looked at all of those little pieces of sand, I asked God to help me think about my body the way He thinks about it. And I thanked God for my strong legs that were carrying me down the beach at that very moment. The way they allowed me to squat down to pick up sea shells. It felt good and right to take in this moment and these thoughts—to be grateful for my legs, the very part of my body I’ve spent lots of time wishing were different.

Then, later in the day, Mack took a photo of Josh and me, and I didn’t delete it upon first glance of my legs. I paused and thanked God for these exact legs and all they’ve walked me through in this life.

And I rolled over these verses from psalm 139–I am fearfully and wonderfully made! And how vast are the thoughts of God unto me! His works are wonderful.

I asked the Lord to keep helping me think His thoughts on all things…even my good frame He made for me.

Seen and Known

When Mack was a toddler, he loved to hide and be found by Josh. At bedtime we would all go to the girls’ room first and tuck them in, talk some and pray and play around. Then, I’d tell Mack it was time to go to his room. He knew what that meant. We would walk down the hall, leaving Josh safely behind us. We would open the closet door and sit on the floor of the closet in the dark, as quietly as a toddler could be. He would put his chubby little hand over his mouth and softly giggle as he heard Josh walking towards the room. Josh would “look all around for us,” but always had such trouble finding us. He’d look behind the curtains. He’d look in the crib, all the time asking where we were and all the time Mack would smile so big at me. He thought we were really getting dad good. But then, inevitably, Josh would open the closet door in amazement and see us. His searching finally paid off, and we would laugh and laugh. Both of us were happy that he searched and found us.

All humans have a deep desire to be seen and known.

During my psalm 139 reading last week, my eyes were opened in a fresh way to the very first verse, “O, Lord, You have searched me and known me.”

To search me would mean God’s eyes were on me. He sees me. And God knows me better than I know myself.

This seems so elementary, so basic. Yet, on day three of reading this familiar chapter, I was comforted by this short, yet meaningful, line.

I asked God to make me aware of His searching of my heart. Of His knowing me better than anyone else. And to find comfort in both of those.

It was a good day. It prepared me for the rest of the week….

Continuing to unpack

Though I’ve finally gotten a handle on the literal unpacking from our beach trip, there are still spiritual bags to unpack. “Brushes with God change us,” as Sara Hagerty writes in her latest book, The Gift of Limitations: finding beauty in your boundaries. These moments are worth looking back on. I share them in hopes of encouraging you in your own walk with the Lord.

The message of Sara’s book hit so close to home. I, too, have been on a journey of embracing my own limitations, of bumping up against my own boundary lines. Each time this happens, I’m graciously met with the presence of God. His rod and staff, guiding me. In conjunction with reading this book, I was also reading Psalm 139 each morning—prompted by the Lord to do this, a brush with God I didn’t recognize until I was at the beach.

On Tuesday morning when I “sat on the steps of my soul in the deep place where nobody goes,” as Jill Briscoe so beautifully puts it, my mind was drawn to the subtitle of Psalm 139 in my Bible —“God’s Omnipresence and Omniscience.” He is everywhere and knows all things. And quite the opposite is true of me. I sat in one little bedroom in a beach house on the coast of South Carolina. I know so very little.

Verses 4-6 particularly has my attention.

Even before there is a word on my tongue, Behold, O Lord, You know it all. You have enclosed me behind and before and laid Your hand upon me [my words:do you hear the boundaries around you that is God Himself?). Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is too high, I cannot attain to it.”

I’ve read these words many times before, but more than ever I saw His limitlessness. And I saw my limitedness.

The theme of Sara’s book helped me consider afresh the comfort I can experience when I acknowledge and rest in my limits. Not trying to fight for more or struggle to be more, do more. But instead to take a moment and thank God for the boundaries He has put around my life. As Sarah wrote, “God often gives us limits to grow us.”

Like a seed, limited and confined to its shell, it must surrender in death, buried in the soil, dependent on what only God can do, before there is life and fruit again.

John 12:24 “Very truly I tell you, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds.”

Praying that we can be grateful for our limitations and be drawn closer to our limitless God. He is all we need. Why would we try to jump our God-given fence or move our God-given boundary lines in our own strength?

“The Lord is the portion of my inheritance and my cup; You support my lot. The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places; Indeed my heritage is beautiful to me. I will bless the Lord who has counseled me; Indeed my mind instructs me in the night. I have set the Lord continually before me; Because He is at my right hand, I will not be shaken. Therefore my heart is glad and my glory rejoices; my flesh also will dwell securely. For You will not abandon my soul to Sheol; Nor will You allow Your Holy One to undergo decay.

You will make known to me the path of life; In Your presence is fullness of joy; In Your right hand there are pleasures forever.”

Psalm 16:5–11

Spring Break 2024

How about a few photos of our Spring Break trip? It was such a fun week on Edisto Island with Ruby, Molly and some of their awesome college friends! Knowing the girls were going to be gone all summer and we wouldn’t be able to have a family vacation, I thought Spring Break would be a great time to get away. Josh and Mack got to join us for the second half, which was a blessing.

And these young adults were so fun and so enjoyable to be around. They seemed to have a great time. I know I did!

This house was perfect for this crew!

Some of the best times were around the table while we ate together.

We had Mexican one night. We ordered pizza another night and had lasagna and Caesar salad one evening. They went out a couple of times. And we grilled hamburgers and hot dogs. There were lots of eggs for breakfast. One morning included pancakes and bacon. Most mornings everyone made their own breakfast. I did manage to cook some sausage balls while we were there too! Lots and lots of food. And lots of talking. I loved learning more about each one of them and watching them interact. They were a great group and I loved being with them!

Many days were spent at the beach, which is my most favorite thing ever in the world.

More pictures and blogs to come as I keep unpacking but there’s no one else I’d rather be living this life with than Josh. He is so generous to let me make this reservation and get all these folks under one roof. He is just the best. I love him so! (Even though he says we won’t be retiring at the beach one day.🤣)

Unpacking

Unpacking from the beach involves dirty clothes, putting away bathing suits and beach towels, and, for me anyway, washing and drying the plethora of seashells I gathered as I strolled the morning shore.

After the kindness of the Lord this week, I also want to unpack all that I gleaned from my time with Him.

A week at the beach holds many opportunities to pay attention to the Lord in ways much different than home in the city of Charlotte where days are filled with responsibilities and daily troubles. Sometimes a new location heightens your sensitivities.

I sensed the Lord wanting me to read Psalm 139 each day of my trip, so that was my plan. But on the first morning, before I could get to the familiar chapter, I was captured by an article entitled, “Am I a Quarrelsome Wife?” I read through the article, feeling quite convicted. Then, this sentence stopped me—“And Gillian stood in the middle of it all, unhappily carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.” And then this addition, “…her presence an inhospitable place.”

Ouch.

During my morning walk, I asked God to forgive me for being so ridiculous to think I could carry the weight of the world on my shoulders, yet confessing it oftentimes all feels like a bit much. But He is the only One able to carry the world, of this much I know in my head. I just feel like He may be too busy so I must carry my little world on my shoulders in the meantime.

This attitude has tainted my good intentions far too many times when I have meant well and wanted to serve and help and plan….and also desired recognition for my hard work and I wanted appreciation…lots and lots of appreciation. To live with someone like this—who feels like they’re doing it all (I’m not tho. Not even close) and is bitter about it (I sometimes am), can be as confusing as a spring day when the sun is shining and warm, then it is hidden by clouds and the air is chilly and harsh. So confusing and frustrating.

I had some dialogue with God:

O, Lord, forgive me for “curving life in on myself.” I am asking You to make me into a reverent, gentle, thoughtful, grateful, hopeful, generous woman of God. I do sense in many ways I’ve embraced my limitations, my fence, my boundary lines. It’s been quite the journey to get here. I am Josh’s wife—supporting him and enabling him to soar in work and at home. I’m Ruby, Molly and Mack’s mom—giving up pursuing any outside career for pouring myself into motherhood and home. I’ve accepted the truth that you cannot have it all, despite what our culture says. Someone has had to think about what’s for dinner every night for 23+ years and that someone has been me.

I sensed a few thoughts from God: Don’t resent this. Be humbled and honored that you’ve been the leader of some of the most important building blocks of your family. Dinner time feeds more than bellies.

Lord, make me a grateful woman.

Then, as I was walking back towards the beach house, I started humming, “He’s got the whole world in His hands; He’s got the whole world in His hands….”, and I felt the weight of the world lift off my shoulders.

He is limitless. I am limited. He knows all. I don’t. There’s freedom to be had when we walk in these truths and don’t feel like we have to have it all figured out. He’s got it all in His hands. We can rest like a child in His lap.