Take No Control, Take No Credit

Me (pregnant with Justus) and ladies of my former discipleship group: LaWanda, Della and Nikia

On Friday I hung out with one of my baby sisters, Della. She and I aren’t related by human blood but we are none the less family. We’ve supported each other in many ways, emotionally, mentally, financially, socially and spiritually. When Nate was born, she felt led for six months to serve me and my family by helping me care for Nate, Josh and my home. I have led her through many bible studies and given her numerous hours of counseling. She looks up to me. Della is my baby sister and because she is she watches me. Friday Della told me something she observed about me that had been such a stronghold for me I’m still uncovering how it has been broken in my life:

“Rhon, you have really changed. I remember when you wouldn’t stop until you found the answer,” Della said, after seeing how I didn’t obsess with finding out the missing word of a memory verse I was trying to quote to her. “Oh, I’ll have to look it up later,” I said. Even with the Bible on my phone that was in my purse, I went back to talking to her and we proceeded to shop. She saw this and knew these actions represented a different person, a person who was trying to focus on what was before her and wasn’t trying to control matters. I am learning not to try to control everything.

And I’ve tried to control a lot of people and situations through people. This can be a miserable existence and one we were never meant to live. We can’t control the actions of anyone—friends, co-workers, husband, children or any subordinates, particularly those we may lead in ministry. We just have to do what God told us to do and let that be enough. So often obedience is not enough because we want to own what happens as a result of what we told someone, whether it was advice or a warning. But we can’t own the outcome—good or bad—of what people do after we share with them. When we try to control how (or even if) they respond to our teaching we are trying to make ourselves God. God is the one who put in us the power to want to do and the ability to do what pleases Him (Philippians 2:13). When we fret because people haven’t followed our instruction, we are upset, essentially, that we aren’t that power to make them want and to actually do what we told them to do. When they do what we told them to do, we can’t take credit for that. The Holy Spirit led us to instruct them. The Holy Spirit led them to complete the assignment. The Holy Spirit gave them the power to complete the assignment. We are nowhere in the equation, except as a vessel God chose to use so His voice might be heard and obeyed.

When we walk in complete humility we continually recognize our “spiritual littleness and unworthiness and submit to the power and will of God.” When we do this we recognize that the only power we have is to trust and obey God. He is responsible for handling the outcome. He has already equipped believers with being able to do right. He already has a system in place when we—sinners and saints—do wrong. The consequences are left for Him and shouldn’t be our concern if we did what He told us to do. Our focus has to be on obedience. Obedience is hard enough in and of itself and will give us plenty to do. We can’t own outcomes—good or bad—if we did what God told us to do.

My One Thousand Gifts List

201-210
Ashley Haupt’s blog about her daughter starting a gratitude journal
Doing “the bump” with Joshua
Joshua dancing while I sang a made up song
Justus banging his foot to the rhythm of my chopping onions
A good night’s rest
A shower before 7 a.m.
Talking with Flynn
Lunch for Joshua and Flynn being easy to prepare
Justus sleeping through the night
Awesome love time with God

Vacation Tribute

For leisurely mornings and late-day breakfasts
Traveling roads of grass-feeding cows and streaked-clouded skies
Feeding giraffes and following red panda, other world animals, in our state’s backyard
For restaurants with vegetarian fare, swimming pools, play and rest
Time and talk with friends
Exchanging light-hearted banter, running dreams and plans past one another
Walking bodies, busily and lazily, at our choosing
Double-features at home and away
Long, late talks touching tummies and hearts
Melted ice cream on hands and cement porches
Laughing loud and hard at made up dances and other antics
The five of us, sometimes just two, cuddled up, snuggling real good
For this, our vacation, I am thankful.

My One Thousand Gifts List

#191-200
Early morning time with Nate enjoying his company
Being able to return Joshua’s clothes to JCPenny
Nate initiating playing with matching color and shape cards
Taking children to the library
Joshua finishing homework before 4:30 p.m.
Seein the children’s joy at being at the library
Sweet fellowship with God
Nate loving fruit
Nate wanting to mingle with the older children at the library
Flynn buying chicken so I didn’t have to cook dinner

Still Thankful

I’m still on vacation, but I’m still thankful, particularly for God’s creation that effectively calms a strong black woman learning to take a rest from the superwoman cape.

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My One Thousand Gifts List

#181-190
God giving me beautiful words for my blog
Completing the LSCO minutes
Patience with the children
Lunch prepared right as Josh and Nate were coming to eat
Being able to cook with little interruption from the children
Flynn and I being able to talk about my concerns on a touchy subject
Participating in the LSCO
Mrs. Carethers appreciating me
Justus going to bed and falling asleep without nursing
Sleeping almost five hours straight through the night

Girly Pursuits to Godly Woman Dreams

From the time we were little, babies even, we little black girls in a white male world were groomed to be strong black women and given the baggage that comes along with it: you are black and female, a double minority, so you have to work twice as hard to be considered half as good. But we didn’t want to be considered half as good. We wanted to be just as good, better, than they, white people, who caused our bags to be so heavy. We wanted to chuck the bags, but being a strong black woman required that we carry top-notch degrees, a stellar house, car and job, and lots of money. We sought a man who, too, could live up to these standards, but sometimes the chase was a waste of everybody’s time. One slip from the list and the man no longer had our attention, no matter how invested we were. This is what happens with vain pursuits, when excellence becomes the god we try to appease with temporal things and impressing people who don’t care anything about us anyway.

I got a clue about this after two degrees, a comfortable house, car and job, lots of money and a string of unfulfilled relationships, male carcasses lining my memory. I was filled with death, empty, and the excellence god was not appeased. On bended knee and an eye toward grace I prayed that God would give me exactly what I needed, including a man, since I didn’t know how to pick them anyway. My love for thugs and losing stats for bougie brothers left me leaning into some real worship. My nights left me lonely and some days I wondered what God had in store for me. When I got tired of the tears and feeling inferior to women with men, I welcomed God’s timetable and what He had to offer me. Within a few months of learning peace, God sent me a man of great peace, Flynn Andre Smith.

Flynn was no thug, had no love for bougie pursuits, made decent, but not a whole lot of loot, but I liked him and he liked me. We met doing business but wanted our next encounter to be personal and for more than a decade his love has been very personal. He knows my thoughts; caters to my wants; gives me whatever thoughtful things he wants for me; guides me to receive what I need; lovingly raises our sons to be men; plays and laughs with them and me; and covers me. He is God-fearing, nourishes and cherishes me and I delight in his presence, wait for his entrance, thank God for his existence and today being my husband for 13 years. I am grateful indeed, that God squelched my girly pursuits and gave me Godly woman dreams! Only God can change a love for thugs and bougie brothers to give you the man that you need.

Flynn & our boys at Veggie Tales Live 2010


My One Thousand Gifts List

#171-180
Taking the youngest two to the library
The restored and upgraded Parkman Branch Library
Two nice libraries close to my home
Leftovers
Clean and running water
Snacks for the kids
Joshua and Nate playing outside
Tabitha watching Nate and Justus so I could attend Joshua’s honors program
Joshua receiving two awards for scholarship
Supporting Joshua at his program

Breathing Easy

Last week I was breathing easy. Even on Wednesday with a writing deadline and meal for 12 AND my family to fix, I didn’t stress but said, “God you knew I had all of this to do so I’m looking for your grace.” And with that, I got my family fed by 7 p.m., the crew of 12 by 8 p.m. (1/2 hour late, but it turns out they needed the extra time) and I finished my piece before midnight, at 10:30 p.m. to be exact. I kept stopping to take a self stress test, wondering why my insides didn’t match the chaos outside. This day was a manifestation of a painfully stressful journey that I had completed.

I had “lived with bated breath, sat rapt at attention, clinging to the last inhale, waiting for what’s to be. Anticipation has been my oxygen, it’s unreliable tank shooting spurts of air, giving me just enough to just be. This is a stilted life, never fully being and never fully feeling life….” If you haven’t already, I invite you to join me at the (in)courage blog to read the rest of my story of new found freedom of breathing easy.

I thank God for such a wonderful change in me and pray you lean on Jesus for whatever wonderful change you need to happen in you.

Copyright 2011 by Rhonda J. Smith

My One Thousand Gifts List

#161-170
A delicious meal
A quiet house
Clarity from God
Flynn buying me a watch
Justus’ cry
Sister Shirley buying me so many journals
Justus is a happy baby
Justus being a fun-loving baby
Nate giving me apple suga
Another day of structured learning for Nate