20 minutes alone with Philippians 3

This morning is a treat. Annabelle is outside with daddy and Nora is still sleeping. I took the time to make a cup of coffee and sit down with some scripture. I'm so grateful God continues to remind me of His word at times when I'd really like to check my Twitter feed. It is always fruitful.

Philippians always is encouraging and challenging. Today, I am musing over this Scripture: "but I press on to make it (Christ's suffering and resurrection) my own, because Christ Jesus has made me his own." Philippians 3:12b. The concept that I belong to the creator of the universe is so foreign and yet so joyful to me. I love to bask in His love and receive it, not because I deserve it but because I am His.

I have been watching "Army Wives" on Netflix. Addicting and emotional...it gets me through dinner prep and dishes while the girls are napping. Warning: you will cry in virtually every episode. Something these women always talk about is that their husbands are first devoted to their country and to the Army before their are devoted to their wives and children. Marrying these men, they understand and accept it (though, they do show the side of disappointment and frustration, too). I realize it is tv but I know this concept to be true. Military families have to accept their calling and position before their life circumstances. Babies are born while daddies are away. Mommies have to go to enemy countries while their kids graduate preschool without them. And I couldn't be more grateful for their devotion and service.

But as a follow of Christ, a believer in His Kingdom, and a woman who desires to serve Him, do I live like this? Do I live in a way that says "I may be called away to serve, and that is more important than my daily goings on?" No.

I am not saying that I should ever neglect my family (and unless God has some plan I am unaware of), I never, ever intend to miss a moment of my husband or my girls' lives. But the truth remains, do I serve Him first? Is He my daily compass? Do I turn in His direction or my own?

God has been impressing on my heart lately that nowhere in Scripture does it call us to a life of comfort for me or my family. It does not say "live in the safest neighborhood with the best schools and most fun family activities". Currently, that is where we are, so I have to be diligent to not bow down in worship to my family or my daughters or this community.

But may my heart always be tuned into Him. Because I am His. That is my greatest calling.