I don’t know about you, but the very idea of being refined doesn’t exactly appeal to me. In most instances, refining processes require something to be pressed until the insides drip out or heated at such a high degree that the impurities have no choice but to jump ship. In my mind, these processes imply two things: pain and discomfort. I am not about that life, y’all.
Give me all the lazy Saturdays, an hour’s worth of hitting the snooze button, and double desserts. Please and thank you. When left to my own whims, I’m prone to indulgence and complacency.
Recently I started working out, and to be honest, I hate it. I dream of being the type of human that actually enjoys running until I can barely breathe and squatting until my legs feel like jell-o, but alas, I am not. (See my list of preferences above- none of which include sweating on purpose.)
So why have I begun this trek into the wilds of physical transformation? Glad you asked. It started with an ordinary day with my kids. You see, I have two small boys, and they are constantly moving. Con. stant. ly. And I love that about them. They are wild and curious and full of life. On this particular day, instead of celebrating their adventurous spirits, I found myself wishing it away. Just for the day, or even for just a few brief hours so I could rest because I was physically tired and didn’t want to put forth the effort to keep up. Mind you, I’m a full-time working mama, so I extended myself the grace to not have the energy because my life is a whirlwind of deadlines, meetings, grocery shopping, nose wiping, shoe finding, and care giving, and one human can only do so much. Am I right?
In those moments, wishing my boys would be just a little less themselves, I realized that I was not able to fully enjoy the precious time I had with them because my body was exhausted. I couldn’t fully be the mom I was created to be- the one those boys need- because I wasn’t willing to be inconvenienced and made uncomfortable for the sake of the health of my physical body.
How often do we do that in the spiritual? We get comfortable and a little bit lazy, because (let’s be honest), it’s easier that way. The path of least resistance allows us to celebrate our own ways and our own thoughts, ignoring the fact that His ways and thoughts are higher and that we have been called to a higher standard- not to mention the fact that we simply cannot live to our fullest potential in Christ without participating in a refining process.