Backpacks

My three year old daughter is insistent on carrying her backpack to and from daycare every day. And everywhere else she goes. One day last week, she asked me to carry her whilst wearing said backpack. As I lifted her (and nearly threw out my back in the process) I could swear she had doubled her weight. When I asked what she had packed in her backpack, she replied, “My stuffs.”

When we got home, I opened her backpack to discover she had been carting back and forth her most prized possessions: a jigsaw puzzle, her favorite blanket, a makeup bag containing a variety of chapsticks, a bouncy ball, shoes, dress up dresses, a variety of trinket toys, etc. None of it made sense to me. Most of it was impractical and unused at daycare. As I began to unpack it and put things away, she caught me. “No!!! That’s my STUFFS!” she protested. She very angrily and in her spirited way began to repack all the nonsensical items back into the backpack. And the next morning, as she laboriously tried to pull on her backpack, she nearly toppled onto her back like a turtle! She had added even more items to the backpack. Seriously, did we buy this thing from Mary Poppins?!

This reminded me of how we react to God sometimes when he attempts to relieve us of our baggage. All the hurts, anger and resentment that we insist on packing around every day. We think we need our “stuff.” We justify its importance. “That person hurt me. I must protect myself with these walls,” we explain. “This terrible thing happened to me as a child. How can I possibly just forgive?!” we insist. “That event changed me, shaped me, and now defines me. I can’t just let go!” we say.

But Jesus paid the ultimate price. He sacrificed his life and raised from the dead so that we could live in abundance! He paid for freedom! Freedom from our past, our baggage, and our burdens. The cross was enough! And when we defiantly insist that we need to drag around our pain and scars like badges of honor, we discredit the love and victory Jesus poured out on the cross. When we worry, hold grudges and cling to resentment, we only hurt ourselves much like my toddler falling on her back under the weight of her backpack.

There’s no need to cart around your baggage anymore. Trust in God, the Creator of the universe to unpack your burdens.

“…Come to me [Jesus], all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30

Faith Like a Child

Recently my very inquisitive toddler was asking me questions about God, Jesus, and the universe in general. At one point in the conversation, she asked how she could get Jesus in her heart. So there in the car, on our way to school, I led my 3 year old daughter in the prayer of salvation. As soon as we said, “amen,” she asked, “Now is He in my heart, Mommy?” I said, “Yes, sweetie. He is.” She then asked, “Is God in your heart, too, Mommy?” I replied in affirmation and explained that God is in her brother’s heart as well. Then I caught myself in the complexity of trying to explain the omnipresence of God. How could a three year old understand the concept of God being everywhere and indwelling multitudes at once? I chastised myself.

But then my sweet little girl surprised me with her simple response: “God’s in my heart. And God’s in Mommy’s heart. And God’s in Brother’s heart. We love God and He loves us.” With a big grin and a simple acceptance of God’s infinite love and presence, she stated it so plainly and beautifully. God is in all who ask Him to be and He loves us far more than we can understand. Period. All we have to do is accept it.

Each night as I tuck my little girl into bed, she smiles and confidently says, “God is in my heart, Mommy! I love Jesus! And God is in your heart, too!” It is the best part of my day.

As adults we try to understand, compartmentalize and rationalize God and eternity. We try to fit Him into a box of our finite minds. Instead we should take a cue from my three year old and just accept His infinite love. Stop trying to overcomplicate things and make it all fit in your God box. It’s so simple even a three-year-old can explain it.

“Jesus said, ‘Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.’” -Matthew 19:14

Wielding a Sword

The other night while tucking my children into bed, my son was telling me about his day and some of the very challenging obstacles he’s facing as an adolescent boy. And during that conversation, he began to quote scripture he had memorized at school.

“‘Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable,whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.’ [Phil. 4:8],” he proudly recited.

From there this beautiful conversation evolved as I asked him how that could be used in his own life. He had gone to the effort of reading, understanding and memorizing God’s Word. He knew what it meant and what the instruction was. Which is quite commendable for a young boy. However, he had not realized that memorization is only half the equation.

I explained to him that the scriptures are like a double edged sword: a weapon for his use in battling temptation and fiery darts of evil thoughts. We talked about what it means to pick up that “sword” and fight. We talked about how important it is to take our thoughts captive and that it’s much like exercising a muscle: a muscle of self-control. We imagined together what it would look like to put on the full armor of God and go to battle. How much preparation and practice that must require. Just like a knight of King Arthur’s court, dressing for war against a dragon that would hiss lies in his ear. Most importantly, I let him know that he’s not alone.

As I laid in bed that night, reflecting on the significance of our conversation, I wondered how many other believers miss this valuable step in our faith walk? So often, we go to church and say, “What a great sermon! Pastor really hit it home today!” And then continue through our week “business as usual.” Or we take the time to read God’s Word and pray, but forget what we learned must be applied to our life. The Word of God is a tool for shaping and growing us spiritually, but also for fighting against an enemy who would love nothing more than to see us miss the divine purpose God has on each of our lives. Everyone on the planet, Christ follower or not, has a battle they are warring. Our enemy is trying the same lies, trickery, and temptations he has used since the Garden of Eden.

Today, memorize a scripture that you can use to fight against temptation or your personal struggle. If you need suggestions, feel free to reach out to me and I’d love to point you to God’s Word! He has provided all the answers we need for life and godliness!

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Why Wait?

 Most people can’t remember their childhood prior to age 4 or 5. Usually those memories are happy, innocent and tender. Not for me. My earliest childhood memories were of being sexually molested by a man I knew as my grandpa. Some of the incidents I remember quite vividly happened in the same room where my mother was 8 feet away, chatting with her mom. In my young mind, I thought this was normal and acceptable. This was how grandpas loved their granddaughters. I thought surely my mom knew and allowed it, if not condoned these activities.

When it all came to light what he had been doing, I was around 5 years old. My parents decided to do what “good Christians” do: forgive and forget. In my family that meant we never spoke of it and we pretended like nothing ever happened. We still had family gatherings and holidays with my molester. He lived a long life next door to a daycare with no consequences for his actions. So that told me that what he did was acceptable; I wasn’t worth protecting or loving; and I was a sexual object to be used and discarded. I dealt with it by burying and repressing the memories. It wasn’t until many years later when I was married that all the horrible memories came flooding back.

 When I was a young teenage girl, I was very involved in church and youth group. At that time, it was trendy to wear a promise ring as a symbol of saving one’s virginity for marriage. It was a nice thought, but for many girls, that’s where it ended. A sweet notion.   I wanted so badly to be an unblemished gift to my future husband. To wrap my sexuality up in a little package to be offered as my most prized possession on my wedding night. Isn’t that still objectifying?! My value was still wrapped up in what I could offer in the bedroom.

Alas, it seemed the only girls I knew that were virgins on their wedding days were getting married straight out of high school. I never had a boyfriend or anyone remotely interested in me during those awkward years, so I was a lost cause. I was the dud. Undesirable and worthless. Or at least that’s what I thought.

Two weeks after high school graduation, I moved out of my parents’ home. When I was 18 I found new friends outside of the strict church bubble I’d grown up in. Those girls took pity on my naiveté and made me their “project.” How cute and archaic of me to still be a virgin. No one did that anymore! They laughed and informed me that no guy in this day and age was going to wait for sex until marriage. That’s just silly and unrealistic! It would be unfair of me to expect a man to contain his sexual desires. So, I learned how to flirt, manipulate and use my sexual prowess (apparently I had some of that) to my advantage.

Guys finally gave attention to me. They scrambled to be around me, pursued me. I was wanted, desired and attractive. And I was completely objectified. Somewhere in my deep subconscious, I was acting on the thing I’d been taught as a toddler: I’m only good for one thing. As a result, I did things I’m not proud of. I made serious mistakes and chose the worst possible partners: abusers, cheaters, womanizers, etc. That’s the kind of man that is attracted to the type of girl I’d become.

Flash forward through all the ugliness and a couple of unhealthy, abusive marriages that produced 2 children. I left my last husband (that’s a whole other story) and realized maybe I’d been putting the cart before the horse. I worked on myself and started to actually lean on God for love, comfort and healing. Initially, the thought of so much as going to dinner with a guy made me physically ill. No way would I ever remarry!! I thought I would be like the Apostle Paul: single and celibate for the rest of my life.

God showed me over time that He loves me for who He created me to be: His child. Not for anything I could do or “put out.” He loves me not because I’ve earned it or performed my way to a lovable level. He loves me simply because He IS love. Slowly and patiently He has worked a miracle in my heart and soul! He has given me a new identity.

2 Corinthians 5:17 says “You are a new creation in Christ. All old things have passed away. Behold the new!” That verse has taken on very real personal meaning for me. The old me and mistakes I made are so far removed from who I am today. I write and share my story with emotionless detachment. Not because my tear ducts are underactive. Hey, it’s a legit medical condition! It’s because I don’t relate to the old me at all! It’s more like I saw this story on Lifetime once, not that I lived it.

Don’t worry, I’m not in denial. In fact, it was working through the Celebrate Recovery 12 Step Program that caused me to search myself and make the connection between my early childhood abuse and my previous poor choices in men.

Isaiah 61:3 is my life story in a nutshell: “To all who mourn in Israel He will give beauty for ashes, joy instead of mourning, praise instead of heaviness. For God has planted them like strong and graceful oaks for His own glory.” I am not anything like who I was. I am not a victim. I am a survivor. I am not damaged goods. I am a daughter of the Most High King. I am not weak. I am strong. I am not unworthy. I am a jewel to be cherished.

In my past life, I used the analogy in regards to sex and marriage, “I can’t buy a car without test driving it first!” As if the primary purpose for marriage was sex. I had such a warped, sick sense of love, relationship and sex because of the abuse I endured. I truly thought sex comprised 90% of the relationship. The other 10% could be fixed or muddled through as long as things were good in the bedroom. However, with that mentality if the sex became disappointing or lackluster, the relationship could be in trouble. In reality, I think most healthy relationships consist of the exact opposite: sex is 10% and not the main focal point. At least that’s what I hear.

In my early 30’s with two children (which, by the way, are living proof of my non-virginity) I decided to save myself (physically and emotionally) for my future mate. He will be someone who will love me for so many more reasons beyond physical gratification. A man who will love my children as his own. A man who will respect me and not try to bully me into caving to his whim. A man who puts his relationship with God first and will encourage me to do the same. A good man who truly realizes that anything worth having is worth waiting for. And I’m worth it.

Phase 1

There are all these annoying little posters and inspirational quotes about enjoying the present because it’s a gift. But it’s so hard to put into practice. Specifically in dating. We all are often in a hurry for the next phase. Girl meets boy and there’s an attraction, so she pushes to find out if it’s mutual. Then she wants him to hurry up and ask her out or pursue her. But God forbid she actually let him chase her because she’s dying to have him call her his girlfriend and put a label on it. Soon she’s anxiously waiting for the ring and a proposal. Then all of her efforts are poured into setting a date and planning the wedding and honeymoon. As soon as they return from the honeymoon, she’s pushing to buy a house and have a baby. And maybe another and another. It’s as though it’s a race for more, more, more!

It’s after all these major milestones that many women start complaining that he’s not romantic anymore or helpful enough. Or worse, she wakes up one day and realizes he’s a total jerk! How did she miss the signs? Maybe if we all relaxed and enjoyed the ride in the early stages, we’d actually get to know the man along the way. We could even evaluate the relationship, periodically making adjustments and taking the time to really get to know him as a person before rushing into the next level. Or even stop the relationship altogether if it’s not healthy and fixable. It’s a novel idea, I know.

I’ve been the rusher before. It was painful when I got to that coveted finish line and discovered that although I made record time, I was in the wrong event altogether. Relationships are supposed to be more like a triathlon than a sprint. I sprinted for years! I realize now that like a triathlon, each leg of the journey serves a purpose and should be enjoyed (torturous as it may be at times). Rather than acting like an impatient child that is never satisfied, I’m learning to live in the now. I’m actually forcing myself to enjoy this phase rather than looking to the next hurdle.

 

Patience is probably one of my biggest struggles. In this microwave era, who doesn’t struggle with patience? We all want what we want right NOW! We want the next promotion, financial success and bigger, better toys handed to us. We don’t want to actually have to work, qualify, save money and earn things. We try to apply this same flawed thinking to human relations and are shocked and devastated when it backfires.

 

James 1:2 says to let patience have its perfect work in you so that you may be complete, lacking nothing. God wants us to have the best, just like any good parent, but He wants us to be patient and wait for Him. Sure, during the process patience sucks. We don’t know if it’ll take one, two, five or even ten years to meet our mate, get a promotion or buy a house. I’ve learned this one the really hard way. It’s better to wait for God’s timing than to force something in your hurried timetable. I jumped ahead of God and raced through the process only to marry an abuser that wrecked my world, taking everything from me: friends, family, home, car, career, safety, money, etc. It was through that horrible experience that I learned that God’s ways truly are higher than my ways. Also my lack of patience demonstrated a lack of trust in Him. BURN!

Currently, I have a crush. Yep. A crush. Phase 1. There’s a guy that has my attention. I think he’s the bee’s knees. He may or may not feel the same way. Heck, he may not even have a clue that I think he’s spectacular. But for the first time in my life, I’m enjoying the masochistic torture of being attracted to someone without knowing all the answers.

A couple of my girlfriends, well-intentioned as they may be have encouraged me to ask him to coffee or send a text. Harmless, right? “Give him a nudge. Throw him a bone,” they say. But honestly, I’m getting to know him from the sidelines right now. I want to watch and see how he treats others and talks to strangers, friends and family before he’s in hot pursuit and trying to impress me. I want to observe his authentic character. It’s not creepy stalker stuff, more like Crocodile Hunter stuff: “Watch the male wallaby in his natural habitat. See how he carefully searches for his mate. He has no idea we’re here rolling film!” You know you just read that with an Australian accent!

Furthermore, I’m savoring this moment of exploring my attraction and my own motives before I feel obligated to him. I want to be sure I’m not romanticizing him and having vain imaginations! I wouldn’t be able to do any of that if I was obsessing over when he’s going to ask me out. Admittedly, I do wonder from time to time… I’m not getting any younger. But the point is I’m not forcing anything. I’m going with the flow. And maybe midstream, I’ll realize that we’re incompatible or he’ll see a flaw in me that he can’t live with and we’ll just be friends. And right now, that’s okay. No harm, no foul. There’s no pressure.

The thing of it is in time I may no longer feel butterflies when he smiles at me. Or hear my heart thump overwhelmingly in my ears when he accidentally brushes my hand. There may be a time when Fourth of July fireworks don’t go off when I unexpectedly see him at the store. So I’d like to collect as many of those moments as I can. So one day way down the road if he makes me angry I can recall the heavenly way he smells and realize maybe I wasn’t so mad after all.

Identity Crisis

Why do we as women try to morph ourselves for the love interests in our lives. For some it’s a different haircut or color. For others it’s a different body type, IQ or personality.

I admire the women who say, “This is who I am. Take it or leave it.” I’m not one of them. I tend to shift into a slightly different version of myself when in a relationship. In my past experience it started with something small like what clothes I wore and over time evolved into a complete violation of who God Himself created me to be! I started out thinking “I’m compromising or making myself more attractive to my significant other.” But eventually my significant other would make further demands and requirements of me. Or better yet, he’d be confused when the “real me” came bubbling to the surface.

I’ve finally [slowly] come to the realization that any time a man influences, persuades or demands a woman to change and “be submissive”, it is a form of abuse. Don’t get it turned around, I agree that wives should submit to their husbands, but in these situations that term is used as a weapon to force a woman to be or do something she’s not entirely comfortable with.

So let’s explore this definition of “submit.” We’ve always heard Ephesians 5:22 [Wives, submit to your husbands, as to the Lord] used synonymously with “obey.” Meaning, “whatever your husband says is law and should be treated as a military order; obedience without question.” That whole philosophy opens the door for emotional and spiritual abuse. No one badgers those same husbands with the next verse that says they’re supposed to love their wives as Christ loves the church even to the point of death!

I heard the most profound lesson on this recently and it rocked my perception of what God means by that verse. The Greek word used by Paul in this letter was hupotasso which actually means to lift up or put in order. Moreover, the German translation of that can mean “an equal sharing of tasks.” Think about that for a second. That does not indicate servile obedience at all, but rather “to support and empower another.” Starting to sound more like a partnership than a dictatorship, isn’t it?

Furthermore, the traditional concept of submission would indicate that a woman can’t think or discern matters for herself. As though her relationships with God and others are solely dependent on her husband. Keep in mind that in the time and culture the letter was written, slavery was perfectly normal and wives were owned just like cattle. I am not saying “change the Bible to fit today’s culture and the world’s current compass.” I am simply encouraging a deeper look at the heart of the message.

I feel like I have a close, autonomous walk with God and sense His presence and will in my life. I can see Him all around me and hear His voice when He speaks to me. The philosophy that wives should blindly obey their husbands would indicate that as a single woman I need a man (like my dad or pastor) to tell me what God says and someday if/when I get married my husband will tell me what to do and where to go because I couldn’t possibly discern the Spirit myself.

Not only do I find that demeaning to my intelligence and gender, but also it grieves my spirit to think that there are women who can’t or aren’t allowed to trust their own heart and mind. God speaks to all of us, regardless of gender. He loves all of us for who He made us to be. Jesus showed us that in the many compassionate interactions He had with women who needed healing and love, too. He didn’t say, “I can’t speak to you because you are female. Go get your husband or male ‘covering’ before I heal you.”

So if we lay the submission argument to rest, why then do we change ourselves a little bit in relationships? Even if you do not come from a churched background, you may relate to the identity crisis many women experience in relationships. A lot of times I think it stems from a background or history rooted in abuse. Through abuse we learn to become really good people pleasers. We somehow think that if we behave or conform well enough, we’ll be loved and accepted.

I can logically say that if a person loves who you are behaving out, it’s not real love because they don’t know the real you. But for those of us who have experienced abuse even in its mildest forms, it’s a difficult habit to break.

One last point is that our culture objectifies women. I would even contend that the feminist movement promoted the objectification. Sure, Braless Betty just wanted us to be paid equally for the same job. But in the process, sexual “freedom” became a focal point. The fashion industry, TV and pop culture would have us believe that the perfect body and sexual prowess is the only attribute that attracts men. And since we all want to be loved, we try to become desirable. Whether it’s hurting our bodies with eating disorders to be as skinny as a runway model or dumbing down our intelligence to appear cute. It all sends the message that women are only good for what we can offer in the bedroom. In that case, all women are nothing more than sex things. And we thought Harriet Nelson had it so bad as a homemaker!

I am a woman. I am a complex human being; a creation of God. I love many things and am many things. I am a mother, housekeeper, entrepreneur, friend, student, nature lover, grateful believer, abuse survivor, intellectual, overcomer, advocate, slight nerd, activist, writer, comedienne, daughter, world traveller and motorcycle enthusiast. And there are so many other things I’d like to be. Please, don’t reduce me or yourself to a single dimension sex or baby machine.

Most of all, love your daughters for who they are and teach them to value themselves beyond what the world defines them to be. Let’s teach the next generation of young women to see themselves as the Creator does: daughters of the Most High King, loved and accepted for who they are!

Oprah Turning Tricks

This morning I was at the doctor’s office sitting in the waiting room while my 23 month old little girl played with blocks a few feet away from me. Several seats away another mom said to her toddler son, “Look, Jonah, there’s a little girl! Are you gonna flirt with her? She’s even a cute blond! That’s your favorite.” Lucky for her, just then the nurse called us. I was about to give that mom an earful…

Seriously?! Flirting at 2 years old?! Don’t you think that’s just a little young? Your son is on a fast track to being a womanizer and you’re making it “cute.” At 2 you’re encouraging him to flirt (not that he has a clue what that means). At 12 he’ll be impregnating someone. And by 22 he’ll be a chauvinistic jerk that uses women for his own pleasure and gain or maybe even a rapist. Splendid parenting.

And for the love of everything good and holy, DO NOT reduce my daughter to another “cute blond!” She is a baby! Even so, she has a personality, intelligence, a sweet spirit and feelings. She is not a miniature sexual being in any way, shape or form! So don’t treat her like one.

I am not a prude. I’m not a fanatic. I just have a serious problem when someone is encouraging their child to make advances on my child.

I understand that the mom didn’t mean it offensively. She probably didn’t even realize the sexual implication she was making. But isn’t that how our world has become? We are bombarded constantly with sexual ideas from media, TV, radio and pop culture. From Victoria’s Secret ads to Pop music, we are indoctrinated to believe that sex is the most powerful tool on the planet. Not money or love or fame or even power. Just sex.

On the way to drop my kids off in the mornings, I have difficulty finding a radio station that isn’t singing, advertising or talking about sex! Even the “christian” stations have to run news reports or spew demeaning statistics. I only noticed it when my son started asking inappropriate questions. Nothing makes you sit up and pay attention like having your nine year old boy ask, “Mom, what’s a birthday suit?” or “Mom, what does ‘bluffin’ with my muffin’ mean?” or my favorite “Mom, what’s a one night stand?”

Moreover, I’m disgusted by the scanty toddler clothes. I’m all for trendy, modern clothes. I love certain aspects of fashion. But this business of dressing little girls in half shirts and booty shorts is sending the wrong message to our daughters. Not all of it is bad. I do find plenty of adorable, modest clothes for her. But I was appalled to see a string bikini in her size! Granted, I don’t have to buy it, but it’s saddening that there’s a market for that.

As if growing up isn’t awkward and uncomfortable enough, we send all these messages about sexuality and perfection to our youth. My little girl is healthy and average size and still has the remnants of her baby fat. She’s precious and adorable. I love her little belly. She is not obese. She is normal. But the world we live in would tell her something is wrong with her. It would say she needs to thin out as she gets older. It would say she should wear bikinis and high heels to be “cute.” It would say her best achievement will be to be desirable. Since when did it become culturally acceptable to train our daughters to aspire to be strippers?

In real estate we refer to a piece of property’s “highest and best use”. Meaning, what would be the most valuable use of a particular piece of land? In reference to our little girls, shouldn’t their “highest and best use” be curing diseases, raising families or solving the world’s humanitarian crises? We need doctors, teachers, counselors and politicians. Not more hookers. How different would our world be if Oprah had decided to turn tricks on the corner? Or if Mother Teresa had been a pregnant teen? That is how we are impacting our future by allowing our young girls and women to be treated like sexual objects.

So, to the woman at the doctor’s office: I’m sorry I didn’t speak up and lovingly educate you on what you are teaching your son.

My daughter will be raised to love her body, value herself and view herself as much, much more than a sexual being. I truly hope she won’t be the only one.

Jesus Groupies

There are several stories in the Bible that show Jesus’ interactions with women. He showed the same kindness, patience and love to even those who many would call undeserving: Samaritans, adulteresses and prostitutes. I can’t help but wonder how many of those women crushed on Him. What if Jesus was the object of ladies’ affections? Think about it. He was probably handsome, definitely gentle, patient and loving. He was a little mysterious, speaking in parables and very anti-religious terms. So He was a rebel or hippy in a way, bucking society norms. And He was great with kids. Seriously, what woman doesn’t swoon over that?! It would be like James Dean saying, “Let the kids come hang out with me.” I’m telling you, that’s Kryptonite for all women.

There are theories that Jesus may have been married. [watch or read The Da Vinci Code] It’s hard to say if that’s true or not. I know I’m ruffling some religious feathers, but think about it. The Gospels don’t give a day by day, minute by minute account of His life. It’s not a diary. It’s a highlight reel if you will. It’s His greatest hits album from His three year tour. Whether or not He was married or courted a woman is fairly irrelevant to His ministry and message as a whole. Also, He had every other type of relationship. Is it so hard to imagine that He loved a woman enough to have a marriage?

One might argue that Jesus being married would indicate favoritism, which God doesn’t do. To that I would say look at the relationships Jesus had that we do know about for certain. He had the multitude that showed up for his major teachings (like concerts). That’s the five thousand that got a free lunch and the crowd that heard the beatitudes sermon. Then there were the 12 disciples that he had hand selected to be His personal students and security detail. They got a little more in depth teachings like the vine and the branches. Within that group were Peter, James and John. Those three had special moments with Jesus that the others didn’t. They were His closest buddies that He allowed to see behind the curtain a bit like at the mount of transfiguration and the Garden of Gethsemane. But then there is John who refers to himself as “the disciple whom Jesus loved.” There are even moments and interactions that prove John was Jesus’ BFF. Who else would you ask to take care of your mother with your last moments of life?

Does this mean Jesus played favorites? No! John wasn’t loved any more than the others, but he understood the depths of Jesus’ love because they were that tight. Just like most of us, Jesus simply had people that were closer to Him. Then why is it so hard for us to imagine that a woman was intimately close to Him as well? I’m not saying that’s what I believe without fail, just posing a thought for the sake of argument.

Let’s assume though, as most religious scholars believe, Jesus was unmarried and celibate. Do you really think it impossible for a woman to be attracted to him? Jesus was Holy, perfect and blameless, but not the women. What if the crowd pressing in to Him also included women trying to get a closer look at this Man who embodied perfection?

This line of thought occurred to me out of personal experience. For the first time in nearly 3 years, I find myself attracted to someone. It’s in that grueling crush phase where I’m not sure if it’s mutual or if he’s just being a nice guy. I caught myself considering the things that are drawing me toward him. Of course he’s good looking. He’s compassionate, generous, kind, intelligent and patient. He also has the “cool” factor and is super funny. Be still, my beating heart. Even though the suspense of the situation is killing me, it’s giving me time to evaluate what it is I truly like about this guy. Why him? Why now? No one has even remotely caught my attention in so long, I was beginning to think I’d successfully flipped the switch to becoming a spinster.

As I sit here pondering these things, I realize I am attracted to the Jesus in him. Maybe he’s attracted to the Jesus in me, too. Or maybe he’s just being nice because that’s how he is. Please let it be door number 1! Sometimes I catch myself looking around to see if he has other admirers and if he treats any of them differently than me. Occasionally I will take note of his kindnesses, certain expressions or scents. I’m telling you his cologne is heavenly! Admittedly, I’m being a total girl about the entire situation! But I’m strangely comfortable with it. Being a girl about it. Not the situation itself. That’s just driving me nuts, in case you didn’t notice.

That made me wonder: was Mary Magdalene torturing herself with these same type of girlie thoughts? Was Martha really just jealous because she was trying to get Jesus to notice her, too? What if the Samaritan woman was noticing as Jesus talked with her that He smelled delicious? Maybe the crowd pressing in was like Beatle-mania that included fainting women. After all, Jesus was a bit of a rockstar.

Sex and The City

Have you ever been drawn to someone so much that you start making up excuses to see or talk to them? It could be a friend or romantic interest. I have a couple of those type of people in my life right now. Individuals that I absolutely love spending time with, whether it’s for a cup of coffee or just a phone call.

Every other week there’s a group of vibrant, intelligent and remarkable women that I have lunch with. Some weeks that lunch is my sanity. Most of the time, we simply gab about whatever is going on in life. And almost always, the conversation gets very deep and philosophical. We analyze human interactions through who we understand God to be. We overanalyze, we laugh, we eat and sometimes we stay for a few glasses of wine. I love the energy each of these ladies bring to the table (haha, literally). Now that I’m really thinking about it, we’re kinda like the ladies from Sex in the City. Except we’re not in NYC, our wardrobes are a little less fabulous and we’re not sleeping around. But otherwise, just like it!

My point is, I crave the time I get to spend with these women. I often feel like one hour every other week isn’t enough! In each of them I see a little of myself, but also something I’d like to have or be more like. I learn from them every time we meet. After lunch, I float away feeling mentally intrigued, spiritually challenged and emotionally full! I catch myself looking for reasons to talk to them in between our scheduled lunches. I might even sneak in an extra lunch with one of them outside of our group luncheons.

I realize during this thought process that God created us to be relational beings… with each other and with Him. God craves that same kind of relationship with each of us. He sees a little of Himself in each of us. And He wants us to see Him in ourselves and to learn how to let more of Him shine through us. A five minute chat as our heads hit the pillow is not enough! He wants to have more time, more frequency. Not because He’s demanding, but because He likes hanging out with us. Did you know God loves spending time with you?!

I challenge you to do more of whatever connects you to your Creator. Whether that’s prayer and meditation, reading Scripture or admiring creation. Take time to walk and talk with Him today. And remember, He’s pining for you, looking for excuses to be a part of your day!