It’s My life; No, It’s My Lie

Grocery shopping has been on my attention list for about six weeks now. Sounds strange does it not? We have a family of five/six on the weekends and four during the week.  How can it be that grocery shopping is not completed. Before the dial to the hot line, our children are fed and watered. The Friendship Mall has filled in the gaps, General Mills stock has jumped, and my pizza app is racking in the points. I am certain this sounds oh so familiar with many parents. It’s what many of us refer to as “just life with kids”.  It’s a lie! The truth is, it’s a life where I have pushed grocery shopping and preparing meals for my family to the bottom of importance.

I’ve chosen to accept many lies in my lifetime.  One being that you do not out grow earrings; LIE. My neck has thicken and shortened; my dangles from 1992 are now a solid no.  Family first; LIE. I have worked on project after project before I checked in on my girls after school or phone called the college man-child. I’ve neglected conversation with my Mr because I was multi-tasking other duties.

God over everything: LIE.  I even wear this on a shirt! LIAR LIAR pants on fire! The morning devotional has been unopened for a couple of weeks. The lesson notes are looking a little sparse.  And family gatherings and practices have replaced Sunday evening worship.  God is first and my family is second. It’s my life; NO, it’s my LIE.

God repeats over and over to His believers that we should seek Him first. He knew that we would be caught up in the race.  He knew our hearts would be stretched to love on everything in our paths. He knew we would lose ourselves in our very own blessings. Read that one more time: He knew we would lose ourselves in our very own blessings! Ya’ll, He repeats to us for a reason. Anyone else need to start living their life instead of their lie?

Matthew 6: 33 “But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.”

Acts 17: 27-28. “God did this so that they would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from any one of us. ‘For in him we live and move and have our being.’ As some of your own poets have said, ‘We are his offspring.’


Jenny Stafford