It is not very often when our family is all together and still. We are usually on-the-go or trying to work out 6 different schedules. Thursday night was a calmer evening. We played a game with the children called Headbands.

In this game you put a band on your head that holds a card that only the other players can see. You start a timer and ask the other players questions about your card and try to guess what your card is (what you are).

When you have spent 8 hours trying to fill a dental schedule and pick apart new insurance policies, this game is not easy. I felt like I had already spent my day asking a million questions. I was burnt out and exhausted.

The girls were good. They asked great questions and even when those questions didn’t lead to a successful revelation, my husband and I would congratulate them on such thoughtful questions. Smart girls!

I assume our younger boys saw how clueless we were because they would shout things like, “You’re a saw!” or “There’s a snowman on your head!” While it was pretty funny, the boys were told they could no longer be involved in the game. They insisted on still wearing their headbands. Cute boys!

How much of life is like that? I chalenge everything with questions. I want proof of things. Sometimes my mouth is so full of these questions that I cannot speak even to my own heart about my identity in Christ. Sometimes these inquiries turn into an interrogation and can effect my prayer life.

Do I have four legs? Am I alive? Am I an animal? The game was nonstop guessing and a ton of questions about what our card was, and in the game’s standards who we were.

Galatians 3:26

For in Christ Jesus you are all sons of God, through faith.

So often I put on a spiritual headband and I will ask my loved ones questions to try to figure out who I am. Am I a good wife? Did mommy make you happy? Do you know that I love you?

I pick apart moments with people and analyze what I could’ve done better. I convince myself that I know the intentions or feelings of others and try to answer my own questions. I leave these moments thinking “I should’ve said this” or “Why did I say that?”

I often feel like I could’ve done more or even done better in countless interactions with the people God has put in my path. I might as well staple that headband on my forehead because these questions and doubts about past interactions or who I am eat up so much of my present.

So what is a true fact about who I am or what I am to do next?

1 Corinthians 3:16

Do you not know that you are God’s temple and that God’s Spirit dwells in you?

1 Thessalonians 5:5

For you are all children of light, children of the day. We are not of the night or of the darkness

Why do I have so many questions in a walk that is supported by so much truth?

Thursday evening I was relieved to hear the snapping sounds of plastic headbands being taken off. While it was nice to spend time with the kids and to laugh with one another, it was even nicer to stop asking questions.

I can only imagine the beautiful sound of removing my spiritual headband.




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