I recently submitted an article as a guest blogger to a site called, “Blogs by Christian Women.” Here’s the article and the link. It’s a great site for women. Check it out! (The article is also an excerpt from my book, The Wait.)
A woman came to [Jesus] having an alabaster flask of very costly fragrant oil, and she poured it on His head as He sat at the table. But when His disciples saw it, they were indignant, saying, “Why this waste?” (Matthew 26:7–8 NKJV).
After graduating from college, I stayed in that community to serve at my church in full time ministry. It is a small, rural area full of married people, and it was not a great place for a young, single woman! Nevertheless, I obeyed the promptings of my heart, comforting myself with the thought that it would probably only be for a year, and then I could move on to bigger and better things.
Seventeen years later, I was still in that community and still single! Every year, I struggled with my decision to stay. Every year, I wondered if I had missed the boat and ruined any chance of ever marrying. But every year, I felt the same conviction to stay put. In many ways, those were wonderful years. I had wonderful friends and church family. After a while, I owned a home and traveled to beautiful countries—sometimes for ministry and sometimes for vacation. It was a very full life. But it was also very difficult, as I wondered often about the wisdom of remaining in such a small community. God’s ways, however, are higher than our ways, and His thoughts light years above our own.
In the end, when my husband walked into the church, one of the things that caught his attention was my years of service at the church! He admired me for choosing ministry over a more typical career path and living in such a small community simply because God told me to.
As you serve, you may be tempted to think that your life is being wasted. A voice inside taunts you, “You’re wasting your life!” Or people around you say with scorn, “What a waste!”
It can happen for any number of reasons:
You turn down the lucrative, prestigious job to work at small non-profit, earning a fraction of the salary. Your relatives respond, “Why this waste?”
You decide to spend your Saturdays serving at a homeless shelter. Your peers see only the fun you could be having. But your heart is not in the party scene; it’s with the poor. Friends don’t understand it, but you feel tremendous joy when you’re there. Why this waste?
You’re attractive, have a great figure and get lots of male attention, but you’ve decided to save sex for marriage. What a waste!
You’re a talented musician, but instead of pursuing a career in the rat race music world, you serve as a worship leader in your small home church. What a waste!
Instead of enjoying an early retirement and buying a sleek two-seater, you start taking in foster children, even after your own children are grown and gone. Oh my!
Ironically, to most people, if you spend your twenties and thirties in prodigal living, that is not a waste as long as you make money and land dates. But if you spend those years serving the Lord and impacting lives in relative obscurity, to them, this is a waste!
When the woman in Matthew 26 poured the expensive perfume on Jesus, Jesus didn’t think it was a waste. He thought it was a beautiful service, and He said she would be remembered and respected for it (while perhaps some of her critics would be forgotten).
Initially, many of the things God calls us to do seem like a waste. But is it waste, or is it worship? To worship means to give ourselves lavishly to the Lord, to love Him with abandon. The world, and even other Christians, might say we’re wasting our lives, our resources, our youth—but really, we’re just worshiping. We’re pouring out our lives as a fragrant offering to the King of the universe. It’s really not that strange.
As I worked at my church all those years, I heard from every possible source: You’re wasting your life. Strangers in supermarkets, college professors, pastors, saved and unsaved friends. At one point, about 80 percent of the people with whom I interacted thought I was pouring my life out on barren soil.
But I wouldn’t trade it for the world. It was there, in the serving, that I got healed of a lot of stuff and realized some of my purpose and potential, and it was there, toiling in the “fields,” that I met my Boaz.
Only Jesus knows the big picture. His ways are not our ways, and His wisdom often appears foolish. From the beginning of time, God has asked His people to trod unique paths and do unusual things. You are no exception. God doesn’t change. If He hasn’t already, He will indeed soon ask you to choose the road less traveled and to look the fool—in a job choice, relationship, financial decision, or the way you spend some of your time. Follow Him, knowing that, in the end, He will honor you.
Nicole Doyley is the author of The Wait: Encouragement for Single Women, which can be purchased from Amazon or www.ruthscompany.org.
One of my goals has been to invite other women to contribute to this blog, and I haven’t been very good about making that happen. Lately, however, I’ve been so impressed by three young men. I’ve know their parents for at least 2 decades and so I decided to ask Margaret, the mom, to write down her reflections on parenting these men. Here is her story. May it encourage and inspire you.Continue reading
Have you ever taken stock of your life and thought, “Everything is fine, so why am I so miserable?!” Your finances aren’t perfect, but you just got back from a beach vacation, so you really can’t complain. You love your church; you have great friends; you’re in good health; your job has its ups and downs, but you enjoy what you do and you get paid fairly well for it. You like your house; you have a good relationship with your parents and extended family. And yet. And yet, there’s this gaping hole, this elephant in the middle of the room, and you just can’t get around it.Continue reading
This is going to be yet another blog about my journey raising boys. I apologize that this will make the second entry in a row on the subject. I try to diversify topics, but once again, this is where my heart leads. So please bare with me! I’ll go with it and hope for something new next time.
Because I was single and dated in my 30’s, I saw how ill equipped some men are for marriage. There are lots of good guys out there, but there are also a lot of men who have not yet grown up. Before Marvin, the men I dated were not ready for marriage, financially, emotionally, spiritually or mentally. And this is not unique. Take a look at television sitcoms and movies. Many depict 35 year old men living with roommates or their parents and playing the field. They salivate over big boobs and date for recreational purposes. They are boys. They have the sex drives of grown men, but in every other respect, they are immature and hindered by emotional issues they never address. And many are enabled to be this way first by their parents and then the women they date and the culture in which they live.
It seems to me that 50-60 years ago a man was expected to be ready for a wife and children by the time he was 25. By then he was expected to have a job that could support a family and to be the man of the house. I know many of these men had issues and many were schooled to be dictatorial leaders, not servant leaders. But nevertheless, the expectation was strength, not weakness. Compare the personae of Cary Grant and Hugh Grant, for example. One dignified and strong, the other boyish, fun and weak.
By the time our sons are 25, they will certainly be physically (sexually) ready for marriage, and the challenge for me as a parent is to do my part in helping them be ready in every other respect, too.
There are many things in our culture that make it particularly hard to raise boys to be good husbands. Entitlement has to be in the top ten.
If our boys feel entitled to have every toy they want, every gadget, every convenience, it is quite possible they will grow up to feel entitled to have sex whenever they want it, a new girlfriend when the old one gets boring or worst, a newer cuter wife when the old one looses some of her luster. Perhaps he’ll feel entitled to a house he really can’t afford and newer cars which keep his family in financial bondage.
It’s hard to ward off this plague from ruining our sons, but we have to work at it. We want our sons to be men who cherish their wives and lead their families with humility and care: men who have the self-control and patience to wade through those seasons in marriage when sex is scarce (like those first post-partum weeks or the ensuing months with infants who seem allergic to nighttime sleep).
If we want them to love their wives selflessly, we have to teach them when to put the needs above their own, teaching them to honor commitments and to be loyal to their friends: teaching them the value of a promise, a covenant, a code. And we have to show them that things worth having require hard work.
Which leads me to the next thing: this pervasive cavalier attitude towards financial stability, hard work and education.
Growing up in a poor country, my husband heard the same mantra from grade school to grad school: the way out of poverty is “education, education, education.” And yet I don’t really hear this mantra in America. It’s not that America’s young want to be poor, but there seems to be, among some, a lack of planning and purpose and sweat: “Who needs college?” or “Who needs marketable skills? I’ll get money somehow… I’ll figure it out later.” Where this is perfectly natural and fine to be the attitude in younger years, it’s the thinking of a boy, not a man and it reveals an unrealistic view of the world. The number of international students always far outnumbers the Americans in my husband’s science classes and lab. And for the first time, women outnumber men in medical school. I applaud that internationals and women have an open door to the sciences, but where are the American men? Science is certainly not the path for everyone, but I fear that these stats reveal something deeper. I don’t want women to out-perform men; I want both men and women to perform the very best they can, in every field.
And so this laziness, this flippancy about work and school and money, how do we keep it away from our sons? I’m not really sure, but certainly as they grow we have to teach them how to work hard, the value of money and how much money it actually takes to own and run a home. How wonderful if they can offer their wives the same gift that was offered to many of us: the choice to stay home. I want them to have the strength of character, the positive pride and the practical abilities to take on the burden of supporting a family solo. And then if they have wives who want to work, wonderful! But I don’t want them to need that or expect that.
Another thing that seems disturbingly prevalent is emotional immaturity. I don’t at all have the key to raising mature boys, but I do know that part of the solution is letting my husband be their dad. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve wanted to step in while Marvin was correcting one of our sons. Sometimes his way just seems too harsh to me, too rough and I want to baby the boys, snuggle them and tell them it will be ok. Well, certainly boys need this affectionate maternal touch sometimes, but they also need what their dad brings to the table. Often, they don’t need to be babied, they need to take their punishment, from their dad, like a “man”; they need to cry, let it out, and then wipe off their tears and move on. They don’t always need mom’s soft touch. My boys are blessed; Marvin is often affectionate with them; he often snuggles them and tells them he loves them. But he also has a way of “cracking the whip” in a way that I don’t. And they need it. I just have to step out of the way and let him do what only fathers can do.
With fifty percent of boys growing up without a dad at home, how many of them are missing this dimension of parenting and how many of them will be weakened as a result? Women, let your husbands be the dad your sons need. And single moms, find a male role model who can bring some balance to your parenting. You may think you’re tough, but moms often find it hard to be tough in the way their sons need.
My boys are 6 and 3. Who knows if they’ll be ready for marriage at 25 or if they’ll even want to marry at that age. But I want to make life easier for the single women they date and interact with. May our sons be part of the solution not part of the problem.
This Christmas I’m especially grateful for the gift of boys. We originally envisioned at least one girl in our family with bows, pigtails and frilly dresses, but I couldn’t be happier with our boys.Continue reading