I love Lays potato chips. The gentle crisp and the salt on my lips evoke satisfaction in my world.
Chips are a treat. They are often partnered with friends and other delicious foods. They come with good times.
They also must come with good drinks.
The commercials were made about me; I cannot eat just one. And as much as I love the salty satisfaction, chips bring their own kind of thirst. Too much of the seasoning and I am parched.
Which is why I struggle to have a social life.
I am a potato chip.
Too much of me and people need a drink.
I think I have BACD… Biblical Application Confusion Disorder. It’s a thing, I’m sure.
I want to be salt & light. (Matthew 5:13-16)
I also believe man reaps what he sows. (Galatians 6:7)
What happens when I sow seeds of sodium?
My life is an ongoing battle. One moment I know and believe God created me and loves me filled with fiery passion. Then I swing wildly to deep convictions, mixed with condemnation, and desires to change and be sanctified by Him. Or to be liked–I can’t really tell.
I want to be a cheerleader, rooting people on in victory. I also believe the wages of sin is death (Romans 6:23) which means I CAN NOT cheer on everything.
If someone I love is drinking poison, I am just not the gal to say, “Gee, that tastes good doesn’t it?” No. Spitting it out and throwing away the glass is the only rational choice.
That is not the best kind of cocktail party small talk.
I have this really, really watered down prosperity gospel-ish thinking sometimes. I want to believe that if I answer God’s callings and do what He tells me to do faithfully and with as much excellence as I can, life will be rosy.
Everyone will like me.
I will be invited to everything.
But that is not real life.
In 1 Kings 22, doing things God’s way didn’t work out well, according to the world’s standards, for Micaiah son of Imlah. Nope. He ended up in prison.
I have my already purchased, advanced copy of Lysa Terkeurst’s new book Uninvited highlighted in my head, because life doesn’t always turn out the way I want it to. As soon as it arrives, I am sure I will DEVOUR it.
I want to be salt, without being too-salty. How can I season without ruining the flavors of that which I am seasoning?
These are the things I ask the Lord in the still, small, sleepless hours of the night. I am searching for HIS hand to guide me, confident that is the only way to get the real answers I need. I want to be me, red-hot for God’s word and aflame for a life of sincerity, with out having people walk away from me taking a deep breath and saying, “I need a drink.”
It won’t be an easy journey, I fear…but with God, ALL things are possible.
I am linking up with Suzanne Eller today chatting about all things salty…