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My Orphan Thinking

Published May 17, 2011 by joypatton

Last weekend my orphan thinking got the best of me. My friends saw a side of me they have never seen before. The person they knew as gregarious and vivacious who took charge and worked the room dissolved into a trepidatious wall flower.

I went to a national Women’s conference with Heidi and Karthi, two of my closest friends. Karthi’s husband was in the worship band so he hooked us up with All Access Passes. We went back stage, ate the catered food and mingled with the speakers and artists. My friends were both eager to talk to whoever they could find. They boldly started conversations while I shrank away in the background.

To me it felt like we were sneaking into a place we didn’t belong. In my mind, we had no right or reason to be there in spite of the All Access lanyards around our necks. What bothered me was that I hadn’t done anything to earn the right to be in the room. I was just tagging along on the coattails of my friend. I had convinced myself that these people had no idea who we were, so why in the world would they waste their time on us? after one of the sessions, I actually stood in line for 30 minutes to meet one of the speakers instead of trying to catch her back stage. When I talked to her, it felt like I had earned my two minutes with her.

I felt guilty slipping back stage between sessions to grab a bottled water. (However after I paid $3.50 for one bottle at the concession stand, I felt less guilty.) When they had a meet and greet, Karthi wanted us to join in. I just couldn’t do it. How could I be in that room and take time away from people who deserved it? After all, they won a contest that gave them access.

My brave friend started conversations with everyone she could find from a woman with one leg to the president of the conference to the security guard. Meanwhile I, the shy one, stood against the wall waiting and hoping she would invite me into the conversation because them I would have a right to be there.

I had turned into a backward, anxious person that my friends did not recognize. They are used to me being the outgoing one because they are used to seeing me in situations where I am the leader, the teacher or the speaker. I earned the right to be in those roles and was free to welcome people and initiate conversations. But back stage at a Women’s conference I was just a nobody who was desperately hoping to be a somebody someday. 

I realized that this is often how I approach my relationship with God. When I haven’t been reading my Bible, I have no right to ask Him to help me. If I haven’t been doing my part in serving others, I have no reason to ask Him to give me strength or energy. When I’ve really messed up and been abusive with my kids or selfish with my husband, I stay away from Him until I can do better. If I haven’t gone to church in weeks, I begin to think He has forgotten about me because I have forgotten about Him. In my mind, I haven’t earned the right to be in His throne room and should just stay against the wall and hope that He somehow invites me in.

But the truth of my status is that I have an All Access pass hanging around my neck. I have the cross of Christ covering me. I have access to the Father, not because I earned it or deserved it, but because Jesus earned it through His great sacrifice. He lived a perfect life, so that I don’t have to (not that I could even if I tried).

But the amazing thing is that I not only have access to throne room, I can walk right up to the throne and talk to the Father and be in relationship with Him. Not because I have earn it, but because He loves me and wants to know me and wants me to know Him. When he sent Jesus to earth, He made a way for me to be made right with Him, even when I mess it up, even when I don’t do my part, even when I have forgotten Him.

So why do I stand against the wall outside looking at my feet waiting for someone to notice me? It’s my Orphan thinking that convinces me I am not worthy to be in the room, that I’m tagging along on someone else’s coattails. Well it is true…I’m tagging along on the coattails of one and only Son of God.  But I’m not just some urchin he accidentally drug in off the street.  He chose me to be His Princess, a Daughter of the King.  “Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high; I cannot attain it.” (Psalm 139:6)  Hopefully I will be more like my Princess friends, Heidi and Karthi, when I’m in the throne room with my All Access Pass.  I will choose to believe and rest in the work of the wonderful cross.

Which tea cup are you?

Published March 7, 2011 by joypatton

Sometimes God teaches me His truth through my closet and sometimes through my china cabinet.  Recently I realized that I have three tea sets that reminded me of how I often feel when God wants to take me out of the china cabinet and put me on His table.  I think like many women in the Bible God calls each of us into a glorious impossible, something that seems impossible to us and it won’t happen unless God makes it happen. 

I have a tea set with a gray pattern and silver along the edges.  I bought this set when I was in college and wanted to have a tea party with some of my friends.  However I obviously had no china or tea cups.  I found this set at Big Lots and used it for my party.  It’s pretty, but it’s not fine china.  I later learned that the way you can spot fine china is by holding the cup up to the light.  Bone china is what you can see through.  You can’t see anything through these tea cups and if you look closely, you would probably find quite a few spots and flaws.

I see myself in my Big Lots tea set.  Neither one of us came from really prestigious places.  We aren’t all that fancy or pretty.  Sometimes I don’t feel worthy of the big things God has called me to.   I have also met other women that don’t feel worthy of the glorious impossible that God has given to them to do.  They don’t believe they are worthy of success or that God could really care about them in their small, little place in the world.  When we get down to the root of it, we don’t really believe that this big great God could love and care about an ugly tea set from Big Lots.

But God does see, he does care, and he does love the women the world says are unworthy, even worthless.  He proves this again and again in His Word.  For example, He chooses Mary of nowhere, nothing Nazareth to be the mother of His only Son.  She let God move her to be the centerpiece of his table even though she knew she was of humble estate.

I have another set with delicate blue flowers on it and gold on the handle and around the rim.  The stamp on the bottom reads “DUCHESS, Bone China, England, Tranquility.” You can immediately feel the quality when you touch it.  This is a lovely little set that I found in the attic of my husband’s grandparent’s house.  After they passed away, I was helping my mother-in-law go through all four stories of their house.  We found this set all packed in a box in wood shavings with bubble wrap.  It had been sent a gift from relatives in Scotland.  But as far as I could tell, it had never been opened and used.  Knowing Andrew’s family, it was probably because they felt it was too pretty to be used because if you used it, it might get broken or chipped.  So it sat in a box in the attic, safely packed away.

It was never used because of the fear of what might happen.  It was never used because it was too valuable to risk being broken.  I bet it was pretty comfortable in that box packed with wood shavings and bubble wrap.  When I found this set as a woman in my twenties, it was a tragedy that it hadn’t been used.  It was so sad for me to think that something so beautiful had never been enjoyed.  What’s the point if you can’t use it?  

This is me when I am ruled by fear, when I am afraid to share my story or use my gifts.  When I let myself get taken out of the box, I don’t have any control over what people might think or say about me.  It could hurt; it could break my heart.  In the past, it has.  I’m also afraid that the situation might not be right.  I think that I’m more important than I am and should only be taken out of the box for really special occasions.  I only what to come out under the best circumstances, knowing that I will be treated carefully and respectfully. 

But heroines like Esther let God take her out the box and use her, no matter what the cost, no matter what the fears were, no matter how many times her heart would be broken or her life be taken.  She had courage to go before the king uninvited because she knew her God was bigger than any circumstance. 

The last set is an ivory tea set embossed with ivy leaves and accented with gold on the handle and the rim.  This is set is part of my wedding china.  I remember picking it out.  I wanted something that was timeless and classic and would go with whatever colors I had in my house.  Most of my tea cups and saucers are perfectly fine, but one cup has a big chip in it.  I don’t remember how it got chipped, probably in the washing and drying process after it had been used.  But now I won’t set this cup on my table for someone to use.  It’s been broken to the point that it’s unusable.  It’s still pretty to look at and in my china cupboard so that every looks even, but it will never know its full purpose again. 

That’s how I am.  I’m pretty good at covering and hiding the flaws, but deep down, I know they are still there.  Some of you feel the same.  That there is something in your past that has rendered you unusable by God.  Maybe it’s a deep character flaw or a bad habit or an addiction that you just can’t overcome.  Sure you do a good job at covering it, but you and God still know it’s there.  The shame of the past can make us want to take ourselves out of use and circulation.  I begin to believe that God might use me in some diminished way, but it will never be what it was originally meant to be.  It will never be a complete set; it will always have a chipped cup.

This is me when I believe that I have become unusable.  I remember one night my mouth had gotten me into trouble and it was something I said from a teaching platform.  I said to my husband, “I’m never going to teach again because every time I open my mouth I hurt people.  I can’t do that.”  I had decided that I was unusable, that I had messed things up so badly that it could never be fit for use again. 

But God still uses women like Rahab the prostitute.  He chose to use her scarlet cord, not as a symbol of shame, but as a sign of salvation.  She had made her mistakes, but when she believed God, he used her to deliver Jericho to His people.   

I want you to know that no matter what tea set you identify with, God has a glorious impossible for you and wants to use you. 

Have you ever considered how arrogant it would be on any of these tea sets to refuse to be taken out of the china cabinet? The Big Lots set says, “God could never use someone like me; I’m not that important. I’m not valuable enough to be used.”  Do you realize that shame is often the flip side of pride? 

The Duchess Tea set says “I’m too valuable to be used.  The circumstances have to be just right for me to come out of my box. I’m afraid of what will happen.  What if I get hurt or broken?”

The Ivory set says, “I know you could never use me.  I would do more damage than good.  It won’t be what it could have been.  I’ve messed it up too badly. You can use me for a tea party of five, but never for six.”

When we refuse to be used, we lack the faith to see that with God anything is possible.  God delights in taking this Big Lots tea set and moving it to the center stage of his story.  God delights in taking the Duchess tea set out of the box and risking breaking it.  God delights in making things that were unusable, usable. When I refuse to be used, I am focusing on myself and what I can or can’t do.   

But I want to be like the women in the Bible.  They chose to focus on who God was, not who they were.  They chose to believe that God was bigger and greater than them.  May we all realize we are just tea cups in His china cabinet.  May we surrender to Him when He moves us out onto His table.  May we remember who we are and never forget who He is.

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