The Word Weaver
Inviting you to know & embrace Jesus Christ
Deb Weaver
Led By Love
by The Word Weaver, Deb on August 29th, 2015

​Do you ever spend time with someone whose mannerisms, words, and spirit calm and inspire you?  You breathe easier and more deeply.  And you walk away with hope and a heart for more of the holy in life. 

Emily P. Freeman is one of those kinds of people.  Though I’ve only met and spoken to her briefly—and she’s just as gracious and sweet as I imagined—I’ve spent hours and hours with Emily’s words and with her heart while reading her books over the years.  She's real.  She lives deeply.

In Simply Tuesday, Emily admits, “In many ways, I’m still coming to accept my Emily-ness, my own way of being in the world, my own okay-ness in the presence of God and others.” 

Me too!  See?  She gets me.  And I’m grateful.

When I read Grace for the Good Girl and A Million Little Ways, I gulped down her words as voraciously as I underlined them.  This time, as I read her latest book, Simply Tuesday, I bit off small pieces and chewed them slowly, thoughtfully.  I wanted to taste each concept and allow it to sink deeply into my marrow.  Her thoughts were rich and meaty with wisdom and seasoned with humor and personal anecdotes.  She served them up in a vulnerable, gentle honesty.  

Simply Tuesday ~ Small-Moment Living in a Fast-Moving World beckons us to step off the train of hustle to live in the moment. 

Racing and striving starves the soul.  There’s another choice.  We can learn to sit and be satisfied by God.
​This was harder to digest because it is counter-cultural.  I’m addicted to Do! Do! Do! Go! Go! Go! I’m constantly in motion, failing to stop and savor, celebrate or ponder.  Rarely asking if I’m moving in the right direction.  Bullied and bossed by the to-do list and expectations (of others, but mostly of myself).  "Driven by fear rather than led by love."  Falling into bed exhausted and never feeling like I measure up or accomplish what I should.  Sound familiar?

I’m inviting you to a beautiful banquet.  Let me take you by the hand and sit next to you there. I promise the feast will be satiating and soul-savory. Sometimes it will be difficult to digest, but the time spent chewing and swallowing will be worth it. 

In this book Emily shares of the drama of being nineteen.  I smiled as it reminded me of my own such drama at that age.  I remember crying to my roommate at the time, “Oh, I just want to be deep.  But I’m only a teacup instead of an ocean.” 

Feel free to roll your eyes and giggle a little.  It amuses me, too, but I remember the real angst of that moment. 

Now I’m satisfied being an imperfect, tiny teacup.  Small, yes.  But I’m discovering that that’s just fine.  You see, a teacup is quickly depleted.  It needs frequent refilling.  And my perfect, heavenly Father delights in this task.
​With Emily’s encouragement and the Holy Spirit’s help, I’m grasping that something small in the hands of our big God is beautiful. 

“We don’t have to fear this small way.  We don’t have to worry that embracing smallness will shrink our impact. Small was Jesus’s whole life—how he came, how he lived, how he died, even to whom he revealed himself once he rose again. 

Small is the position of my soul, the posture by which I approach others, God, and myself. When I’m small, I know I can’t control opinions, manipulate outcomes, or force my agenda on others. When I’m small, I can move into the world confident as the person I most deeply am because I know I don’t move into the world alone.

If this is true, then small is my new free . . .

We may make a distinction between the good kind of small and the bad kind of small, but the truth is there is no difference. In all our small ways, it is Christ who makes it possible for us to move through our lives, believing and trusting he is establishing his kingdom-sized purposes within and around us.”

​My dearest friend, Aimee, encouraged me recently in regard to something I’d written.  She said, “Deb, don’t you ever forget what an absolute gift your writing is.”  

When she said that, I kind of shrugged (which she couldn’t have seen since we were speaking on the phone, yet somehow she knew), for then she continued, “I imagine in the world of bloggers, it’s sometimes easier to value others’ words above your own.  You have access to so many writers and you’re regularly reading the cream of the crop.  It would be easy to think ‘why bother?’ ”

That is true.  It is tempting to discount my words because they feel small, insignificant, and seem to drop at my feet rather than reach many open hearts.  Others can and do say similar things better. 

But my small voice and my individual story matter. And God can and does use my small words no matter where they’re spoken.  God can be trusted with the hearts upon which they fall.

Emily concurs, “I have a vision of people who embrace the significance of our small words, knowing that whether they’re spoken into microphones or near microwaves, they are all sacred when said in the power of the Spirit.”  

Yes, please!
​Oh, her words speak sacred truth into my life.  I could include many more of them here, but if I shared every part that touched me or that I underlined, this post would be a book. Namely, a book called Simply Tuesday.  (And, I think that’s considered plagiarism!)  Instead, let me entice you to pick up Emily P. Freeman's Simply Tuesday ~ Small-Moment Living in a Fast-Moving World and savor it yourself.    

Emily would never consider herself this, but I see her as a modern-day prophet.  God speaks truth through her.  That rare voice in the wilderness pointing the way to the Savior.  That single sign pointing us in the opposite direction we’re traveling.  A quiet, insistent truth-teller inviting us closer to Christ.  Expressing complex truths in winsome, simple ways. 

No, Emily wouldn’t call herself a prophet.  She’d describe herself more of a fellow journeyer who invites others to sit on the bench and share life.  I like that better anyway.  As we experience life together, I’m leaning in, listening softly.  Join us?
Copyright 2015 Deb Weaver, The Word Weaver

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