#livefreeThursday: 5 ways a thankless heart hurts your life

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Thankless

It’s not a great word. It’s not a word that I want to describe my life, or me.

It’s definitely not the way I want to live out my faith.

But sometimes this is who I am.

When that starts to happen I need to slow it down and count the cost of my ingratitude.

 

It damages my faith

I start to see God as my personal genie

I get upset when He doesn’t do what I think He should do, in the timing I think He should do it. I forget that Jesus willingly suffered humiliation and pain to stand in the gap for me, and that if He never did a single thing more, He’s given me more than I ever deserve.

Lord, thank You what You did for me.

 

It stunts my growth

He’s not there to fulfill my every wish and whim, and sometimes He leads me down hard paths because there’s growth and maturity and joy in those places. He hears my prayers, but His answers might not line up with mine and that’s okay.

He’s called me to a race.

If I throw up my hands and give up because I have a thankless heart, or I somehow think that I deserve a life that is always easy, I’m stalled at the start line.

Lord, thank you for not leaving me at the start line.

 

I forget what I love

Deadlines. Word counts. Assignments. Get up early. Keep going. Juggle, juggle, juggle.

When I say it like that, it sounds awful.

Who would want to sign up for that?

Um, me. I did. I was the girl waving my hands in the air. Pick me, Lord. Pick me! A message burned in my heart and I prayed that somehow I could share it, and the Lord said yes.

All of the words I said a couple of seconds ago define my work and ministry, but let me add a few:

Blessed. Amazing. Adventurous. Privilege. Joy!

How many times do we ask — beg — God for something, and He graciously gives it to us — only to take it for granted, or grumble because this gift came with responsibility?

Lord, at one time I considered it a treasure. It’s still a privilege, Father. Let this be worship instead of work.

 

Our children are sideswiped

My kids are grown, but they still watch me. A thankless heart impacts them, because we have this thing called a relationship. When I’m a disgruntled thankless grouch, it affects us, not just me.

My littles are all five and under and they watch me like a hawk. When I head down the thankless road, they follow. Or they get sideswiped by my thankless heart, my thankless faith, and thankless me.

Whining, griping, complaining, discouraging words, grumbling, a critical heart — those are the trademarks of a thankless heart, and it’s what we pour out over those we say we love the most.

Jesus, remind me to smile and laugh with those I love. 

 

I blame others

If I need to adjust my schedule or say no to a couple of things to be in balance, that’s on me.

If my thankless heart makes me feel sad, it’s not someone else’s fault.

If I point fingers and assign blame, nothing changes.

Lord, it’s me.

I hold up my thankless heart and ask You to change me. Start with me first. 

 

Here’s some good news.

We don’t have to live with this condition.

Worship is the way we flip from a thankless heart to a thankful life.

I know it sounds odd, but when we begin to truly thank Him for who He is, for what we’ve been given, for the smallest or biggest of treasures, and even in the hardest places — something happens inside.

Our eyes are opened.

It’s not necessarily that our situation changes, but we are open to change.

If you’re struggling with a thankless heart, will you do something with me?

When you wake up every morning, slip to your knees. Tell Him thank you. Whisper at least one thing that makes you smile.

That’s not fake. It’s not to get anything.

A thankless heart crumbles under intentional, consistent worship.

I’m doing this myself, because I refuse to live with a thankless heart. I don’t want my loved ones to be burdened with a thankless me.

And that’s not where following Jesus leads me. He’s got some pretty amazing things He wants to show me, and miracles He desires to do in and through me.

Just like He does for you.

Suzie

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13th Disciple: How a flawed disciple rediscovered her voice

comewithmelaunch1I met her when she was 10. I was her teacher in church. We reconnected online a year or so ago, But then I got to hug her in person at the Come With Me retreat last month.

Can you tell how much I love this woman?

Today Shannon Geurin shares her 13th Disciple story. It’s how a flawed disciple rediscovered her voice.

It’s her “Come With Me” invitation and what happened when she said yes. ~ Suzie

 

My 13th Disciple Story

 

I love that the twelve disciples were ordinary, human men. [Read more…]

#livefreeThursday: It’s just stuff

The things you take for granted

Nearly twenty-five years ago I walked into a doctor’s office.

I found a lump a few weeks earlier. Because I was young (and clueless) I let those weeks pass.

When I finally realized the lump wasn’t going away, I made a doctor’s appointment. By the end of the day the word cancer was spoken for the first time.

Something happened as I battled Stage 3 cancer at the ripe age of 31.

“Stuff” lost its luster and the humans around me became ultra important.

[Read more…]

13th Disciple: Following Jesus helps you find home

 

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My friend, Cindy Krall, joins us today. She’s part of a movement of following Jesus, wherever He leads, whatever He asks.

I love this woman. She’s pretty amazing and funny. Today she shares her experience of following Jesus as the 13th disciple.

What does that mean?cindykrall

It simply means that we step into the Bible and see it with fresh eyes. We listen to Jesus and watch His example. We watch the disciples interact with Jesus with the understanding that they had no idea where this relationship would take them.

Then we ask how His words and following Him impacts us today, and begin to live it. ~ Suzie

 

I’m The Thirteenth Disciple

Sometimes when I want a thought to really take root I repeat it. Out loud. Each time emphasizing a different word.

I am the thirteenth Disciple.

I am the thirteenth Disciple.

I am the thirteenth Disciple.

You get the drift. Funny thing. This time no matter which word I lent force to nothing resonated.

Until I got to the punctuation mark.

I am the thirteenth Disciple.

I am the thirteenth Disciple!

I am the thirteenth Disciple?

Can you guess where I landed? Yup. Big. Fat. Question mark. [Read more…]

Can we be Christian and prejudiced at the same time?

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I don’t like to march into controversy.

Yet today I need to ask a question.

It’s honest and raw–believer to believer.

Is it possible to be follower of Christ and prejudiced at the same time?

[Read more…]

#livefreeThursday: loving Jesus for the 1st time, all over again

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I’ve been married for 36 years

Crazy, right?

We were only 20 when we walked down the aisle. I was skinny like ET. He was handsome with a head full of curly brown hair.

We said our I do’s and headed for a romantic honeymoon in Hot Springs, Arkansas.

Yep, we were young. We had no money. There was no vacation in Hawaii or an all-inclusive getaway.

Hot Springs, Arkansas. Wax museum. Holiday Inn.

But we were in love.

I remember the first morning I woke up and our life started together. [Read more…]

13th Disciple: Am I worthy?

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Today I want to welcome a #livefree friend who I love like crazy. Her name is Laura Polk.

She is brave and courageous and loves the Lord. When she began to walk as the 13th disciple, it brought up tender issues that needed to be addressed. She shares her story and I believe it will powerfully impact many women today. ~ Suzie

 

The 13th Disciple – The Worthy Disciple

I’d never really placed myself in the disciples’ shoes before.

But, the idea of being the thirteenth disciple fascinated me. I could imagine myself there with Jesus and the twelve. Leaning in as he told his stories, walking home each night with my mind full of everything I’d just learned.

The idea of being chosen, being so close to him, was intriguing.

Each time I closed my eyes to see it more clearly, I couldn’t see myself at the table with the others.

I was an outlier, unseen, and unnoticed. As in, I would be there, fully present in the room and yet no one would notice. Like the invisible woman in the room. The invisible disciple.

And it bothered me.

In the last years as a single mom, that is exactly what lie has felt like for me. [Read more…]

Let’s start living a lifetime of miracles {{giveaway}}

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If you came over from Encouragement for Today, welcome!

We dressed differently.

We ate different foods.

We experienced different cultures.

Many in that small room served different gods than the Savior I love so much.

Yet we experienced a miracle together.  [Read more…]