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All in the name of Love + Humility

July 29, 2014 · In: devotional, personal journey

 

I used to be a hateful person. There, I said it. So when someone posted a rather indirect nasty post on facebook the other day about my blog, I felt that green monster popping back up.

But then, the calm came, and the offense left, and my life went on just like it had been, just 3 short minutes after reading it. A very different reaction than what I would have had just a year ago.

It’s in these little things that Jesus reminds me just how far He’s brought me over these past 12 months. And notice I say how far HE has brought me.

Growing up, I was the soft spoken girl who didn’t say a word….but back me into a corner, and you were sure to get your head ripped off.

Fast forwarding into adult years — I found a confidence that I loved and hated all at the same time. I missed that quiet girl, but too many things had happened in my life for me to be that girl anymore, and it soon lead to an attitude that I could not control. Or so I thought…

When I became a mother, I knew I didn’t want to raise my children to be arrogant or prideful…I wanted to raise them to be full of grace, all while having a firm head on their shoulders and lacking no confidence in their beliefs.

Little did I know that God would have to teach me how to be that person first, before I could ever teach my child….

As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, this past year God has really been working on my heart. It has been a very hard process, because in so many ways, I literally feel like my heart has been stripped (I mean absolutely raw) of the bitterness, hurt, pride, anger, and lack of forgiveness that had built up over these past 10 years.

Not only because of others, but because of myself….I did a lot of this to myself….what a “mind blown” experience that has been.

Most of all, He’s shown me just how much grace I wanted to be shown during my hard moments and struggles in my life. And how much grace I wish I would have shown myself.

It’s true what they say — there’s a heartache behind every door. Be kinder than necessary, because everyone you meet is fighting a battle that you know absolutely nothing about.

It’s also true what they say, that you can more efficiently minister to someone else about certain situations if you’ve been through them yourself. And so I started looking at my life as a ministry….

God is still working on my heart, big time.

I still slip up, daily. I still make mistakes, and I always will. I still find instances where I am unloving and judgmental, but they are less and less as time goes on.

I’ve realized that the only way to receive grace, is to show it.

I’ve realized that the only way to receive love, is to love unconditionally. In every.single.situation. Even the hardest ones.

I’ve also realized that you can’t force grace and love on someone, they have to accept and receive it, and if they don’t, that’s ok.

I’ve realized that even when you show grace and love, in all of your humility, there are still many many times where you won’t receive it in return. Nor should you expect it….

“…and lend to them without expecting to get anything back. Then your reward will be great, and you will be children of the Most High, because he is kind to the ungrateful and wicked.” Luke 6:35 

And so begins this journey of living grace, love, and humility. And my word, is it hard.

But the more you practice, the easier it gets. The less you become offended. The more you become concerned with “how would Jesus respond?”….and suddenly you truly understand those popular WWJD? bracelets from the 90’s….another mind blown experience…to say the least.

I’ve had it all wrong for all these years, so wrong.

Grace is kind.

Grace isn’t judgmental.

Grace is loving.

Grace is unconditional, no matter what the situation.

Grace isn’t easily offended.

Grace is humble.

Grace is beautiful….and I only wish I would have met true grace sooner rather than later in my walk with Christ.

But I am so thankful that I’ve found it right here, right now…..

By: Amy K. Fewell · In: devotional, personal journey · Tagged: humility, love

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The headline sounds revolutionary: “Trump Signs Or The headline sounds revolutionary: “Trump Signs Order to Help Ranchers Bypass USDA-Inspected Processing Facilities.”

But what does the executive order actually do?

It directs the USDA to:

• Investigate unfair or monopolistic practices in the meatpacking industry.

• Review regulations and remove unnecessary reporting and overly prescriptive inspection requirements where current law allows.

• Expand cooperative inspection programs that let qualifying state-inspected processors sell meat across state lines.

• Provide training and technical assistance to small processors.

• Help farmers locate slaughter and processing options.

• Work toward a guaranteed-loan program for small and regional processors.

• Report within 60 days on the laws preventing state-inspected or custom-exempt meat from entering interstate commerce.

These may be worthwhile steps, or not. Processing consolidation has left family farmers with fewer choices, longer wait times, higher costs, and less control over the food they raise.

But here is the important part:

This order does NOT immediately give farmers a new legal right to butcher their livestock and sell that meat directly to consumers, especially across state lines. It does not eliminate federal inspection requirements or make custom-exempt meat legal for interstate commerce.

The order repeatedly states that USDA must act “consistent with applicable law.” An executive order can direct an agency to use authority it already has, but it cannot erase or rewrite federal statutes.

For lasting change, Congress must pass laws creating a clear, lawful path for family farmers and small processors to feed their communities. We’ve said this before—we aren’t fixing this in 4 years without a miracle—pass the Farm Bill!

A farmer selling meat directly to an informed neighbor is not the same as an industrial corporation distributing millions of pounds through a national supply chain. Our laws should recognize that difference.

This order may open a door and identify the barriers. But it does not finish the work.

Executive action may begin the conversation.

LEGISLATION is what can make the change real, durable, and firmly rooted.
There is something that happens when someone passe There is something that happens when someone passes away and they were impactful in, or upon, your life. As you sit with the thought that the breath of life—the space—that this person had in this world no longer exists, you find you want to be a little more like them in your own space. 

When my grandmother died, I wanted to remember all the best things about her. Her unconditional kindness. Her ability to remain calm. How she would sing and pray all the time in her home. I haven’t even remotely attained those character traits yet, but I’m getting there.

You think of someone like the great agrarian and writer, Wendell Berry. His convictions drove him to do and write in a certain way. He didn’t just talk about what he believed—he did it. And it makes my convictions stronger as I think about what he stood for, how he wrote, and how he lived.

The pattern is that when someone you love, or who greatly inspired you, leaves this earth—you begin to realize that you want to become someone who fills the void of their goodness within the earth. They must not be forgotten. Convictions grow stronger. Changes are made. Others are inspired.

And in pondering this, I thought to myself—this must be how the disciples felt when Jesus died. And it broke me. 

I have never seen my Savior or LORD face to face. I did not walk with Him as the dirt dusted our feet along a journey to a new city that would come to know His greatness. I never sat with Him personally, shoulder to shoulder, to be mentored. I don’t know how He wrote letters or notes. But upon the history written in scripture, I know Him.

And I think this is exactly how his friends and disciples felt after He died. And of course in His case, He rose again. 

Within each one of them, it was as if a fire were shut up inside of them. They did not have to be convinced of conviction and to act upon it. They loved Him so much that when they thought of Him, they lived better. They filled the void that was left. They told everyone about Him, and they wanted them to fill the void too.

Do I love Him this way? Do I miss my Lord so much that I want to take His place until He returns? This is the way—this is the que
He was one of the most brilliant writers in the wo He was one of the most brilliant writers in the world. A true agrarian heart with wisdom that surpasses so much of this current generation. I recommend every book he has written, especially The Unsettling of America. 

We used his “Peace of Wild Things” poem on one of our @homesteadersofamerica tshirts one year. It feels appropriate to share it again now. 

“When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives might be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief.  I come into the presence  of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”
 
From The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry (Counterpoint, 1999)

May he be resting in peace, even now.
There is a question I believe modern homesteaders There is a question I believe modern homesteaders need to start asking:

“Are we moving because God told us to move—or because fear told us to run?”

Historically, governments have displaced, relocated, incentivized, and concentrated populations for all kinds of reasons. Sometimes by force. Sometimes through policy. Sometimes under the banner of “progress,” “safety,” or the greater good.

My own family was affected by this one-hundred years ago when hundreds of families (2,000+ people) were removed from the mountains of Virginia to create Shenandoah National Park. These were farmers, families, churches, and communities. People who knew how to grow food, steward land, raise children, and live largely independent of government systems.
And now, nearly 100 years later, I find myself watching another migration.

Homesteaders are leaving states they believe no longer represent their values. They’re moving toward states considered more conservative, more rural, more affordable, or more “free.”

And I know that for many, God really IS moving them.
But we still need discernment. Because politics can change overnight.

Governors change. Legislatures change. Laws change. The “safe state” today may not be the safe state tomorrow.
So what happens then? Do we pack up and move again?
There comes a point when we have to ask:
“Has God called me to leave—or has He called me to stand?”

If God tells you to move to Texas, go to Texas.
If He tells you to move to New York, go to New York.

Because ultimately, our security was never supposed to be found in a red state, a blue state, a rural county, or a particular zip code.

Our safety is in the hand of Yahweh.

Sometimes obedience means going, sometimes obedience means staying.

But what if, maybe, some of this is all just the government herding people like sheep into certain locations? 

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Is it hard? Yes. Did I almost start crying last night because I was so exhausted physically and mentally? Yes. Did I think about hurting my children? Never. Not once. Not ever. 

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Women in our society have an idle and idol problem. Idle hands with nothing to do but scroll and compare instead of build a home (her job and role). Idol because we live in a culture that pushes “self” before selflessness. 

The world needs Jesus. 
Younger women need older women. 
Families need to return to the core of the home life.
Husbands and wives need to return to bearing the burden together.

Children are a gift and inheritance—never a burden. Does it mean you’ll be tired? Yes. But it is just a season, friend. And that season passes us by so quickly.

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