I began a purge yesterday.
Of what, you ask?
Well, essentially, of everything.
I’ve been reading Set-Apart Femininity by Leslie Ludy the past week or so. Ordinarily this book would have taken me an hour and a half to two hours to read from beginning to end. But I committed to reading this book slowly. I’ve read two books by Leslie before: Authentic Beauty and When God Writes Your Love Story. She doesn’t sugarcoat. If you are a girl, I recommend this book. (Granted, I’m not finished yet, but I don’t need to be to know that God can use this book to change your life, if you let Him.)
So I’ve been reading this book. The most important thing I’ve gotten from it so far is rooting out everything that stands in the way of Jesus being the complete focus of our lives.
Well that smacked me right between the eyes.
And I did an evaluation of my life.
And I’m coming up way short.
But I thought I’d share with you what I’ve done since reading about that and why. I pray that my words will speak to you. I believe the greatest problem facing our generation is that those who profess Christ do not live Him. We don’t understand what it’s like to truly burn for Him, because so much clutters our lives.
So I decided to get rid of some of that.
I deactivated my profile. I have no idea when it’ll show up again, or if it will. I imagine I’ll reactivate it again sometime, but only when I’ve learned to handle it in moderation. I tried rationalizing how I could keep it and just not spend time on it. But I know myself. I do not do things halfway. Therefore, I either cannot have a Facebook, or I will have one and be spending all my time on it. Right now, I can’t find the middle ground. Believe me, I tried. However, I would love, when/if I reactivate, to be able to use it like my friends Stacy and Kati, who aren’t on often but use it as a vehicle to encourage each other, myself, Kelsey, and other friends.
On my cell phone:
Have I ever discussed my cell phone? I hate it. I hate phones. I always have. I’m not sure why. Either way, I have been wanting to get rid of my phone since at least mid-December, but being across the state from home sort of makes that impossible. Since people get upset when I don’t respond right away to calls or texts, I was starting to get a little crazy about making sure I had my phone with me, but I’ve now decided that I refuse to be a slave to my phone. I have it; it does not have me. For those of you that read this and have my phone number, I love you, but if I miss your call or text, I am not going to worry about it. I will respond when I can. That’s the best I can do.
I got rid of everything that wasn’t Christian. Well, almost everything. There might be a total of ten songs on my iTunes that aren’t Christian on there now (excluding instrumental music). I deleted over a thousand songs from my computer. That’s over a thousand dollars I’ve spent on iTunes. The fact that I’ve spent so much money on music that doesn’t build me up in Jesus disgusts me. I will admit that I had a really hard time clicking on the “delete” button for Carrie Underwood and Taylor Swift, but the more I felt I was trying to justify its presence in my life, the more I felt it had to go.
I’m not watching any. As of right now American Idol was the only show I was watching fairly regularly, and instead what I’m going to try to do tomorrow when it’s on is go into my room and spend that hour praying. The fact that the title of the show includes the word “idol” should have kept me from watching it in the first place.
I was feeling freer about some of those decisions, and then I got an email from a friendly blonde roommate of mine that I like to call Kelsey, and it said this:
I totally just got this crazy thing written on my heart. God is daring me. Does God do that? I feel like He is daring me to experience him as I never have before.
I started getting excited already. And then her next paragraph introduced her “new theory,” as she calls it:
I have no idea how to go about this, but I have this feeling we are in for the ride of our lives if we take this seriously.
I, for one, think it begins with prayer.
Prayer in its highest form and grandest success assumes the attitude of a wrestler with God. It is a contest, trial, and victory of faith; a victory not secured from an enemy, but from Him who tries our faith that He may enlarge it: that tests our strength to make us stronger. Few things give such quickened and permanent vigor to the soul as a long exhaustive season of importunate prayer. It makes an experience, an epoch, a new calendar for the spirit, a new life to religion, a soldierly training. There is neither encouragement nor room in Bible religion for feeble desires, listless efforts, and lazy attitudes: all must be strenuous, urgent, and ardent. Inflamed desires and impassioned insistence, delight heaven. God would have His children incorrigibly in earnest and persistently bold in their efforts. Heaven is too busy to listen to half hearted prayers or to respond to pop calls. -E. M. Bounds.