October 22nd:Value {LIKE A TREE 31days of writing challenge}

I traded in khakis, a red t-shirt and sneakers for nice sweaters, dress slacks, and two inch heels.

We are attempting to sell our house in town at a nice profit and trade it in for a homestead in the weeds.

What we put on our bodies (the mortal body the Bible sometimes refers to as “tents”) and our address says a lot about us.  It indicates to others the value of our lives.  Teaching is more respectable, more professional, than retail. So dress accordingly.

But I am a bit of an impostor:

My new professional wardrobe…bought at Salvation Army. Though as I dash to Wegmans grocery store after work I seamlessly blend in with upper class business  women who are standing in line for chicken just like me. Because no one could tell the difference.

And I am not a real certified teacher…just a substitute, more like an expensive classroom babysitter.  But pass me in the halls as I click, click, down with my hair done just so, keeping children in line, and no one could tell the difference.

The city I live in has become a type of geographical slur; an association of crime and drugs and schools runs a muck.

“Oh, you live there?”

And I am quick to add,

“Yes, on the West side, of course”

Because there it is nice and respectable. The right type of people live there.

We put these values on things. Dead things like clothes and zip codes.  We go around pretending or apologizing.  And quite frankly, I like my nice sweaters and heels, and I don’t want our family to live at this zip code any longer.  The reasons are not completely vain and superficial.   Professionalism matters, address matters. A wardrobe upgrade to match my pay upgrade. Guess what?  It does make me feel better.  A different address is my heart’s desire.

I just always think about Jesus and how when anyone ever questioned Him, tried to peg Him into a shape or type, or give Him a value or title He always responded by getting to the heart of the matter.

“You are asking the wrong questions” He told his disciples. “You are looking for someone to blame. There is no such cause and effect here. Look instead for what God can do”

“Why can’t you understand a word I say” He asked the Pharisees. Then answering His own question: “Here is why, You can’t handle it, You’re from your father the Devil, and all you want to do is please him”.

I am so very, very thankful that Jesus sees right through to the true value of things.  Jesus never shied away from calling a spade a spade. Yet, Jesus never recoiled from the wrong kind, the unwanted either.  He sees through it all. Good and bad.

My family and I are temporarily stuck, as it were, in this transient world.  It is not our real home, our soul’s real delight.  In the mean time we will continue to buy and move and respond to what the world puts in our path. I pray that I will see those things we can touch and see and buy with the value God places on them.  More importantly, that He will continue to give me the increase of The Holy Spirit to see people with a clear 20/20 gospel vision.  To see them as Christ does.

Clothes,

zip codes,

tattoos,

bad grammar,

bad smells,

addictions,

and irritating personalities

included.

Just like He does with me.

After all, value is placed depending on how long something will last.

What lasts longer than a soul?

Cheers.

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31 DAYSLIKE A TREE

31days of writing challenge.

Daily prompts given by the gang over at Five Minute Friday.

Click here to read my series from the beginning.

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2 thoughts on “October 22nd:Value {LIKE A TREE 31days of writing challenge}

  1. Again, so well written! I totally get it, been there with the professional dress — much of it I made myself. Just a FYI , your two sister in laws get their best stuff at second hand stores! Makes sense in so many ways. I pray God will continue to bless as He uses you to bless the days of the youngsters in your charge. Beautiful, meaningful post.

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  2. Nothing lasts longer than a soul. I hope you get your homestead soon. It sounds like a little slice of heaven on earth. Just the word homestead evokes that image in my mind.

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