Eve: Explain Yourself Missy

(Today’s post is a tad different than usual, but still relevant in our journey to crafting the best version of ourselves. “Crafting”…see what I did there? [wink] Next week we will be back to more DIY goodness, but read on, dear friend, to see what’s been on my mind this week.)

Just Like MC Hammer: “You Can’t Touch This” 

Eve

Oh Eve. Why?

I’m just trying to understand here….Everything was going GREAT. 

You had a husband who loved you. You were bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh. You didn’t feel shame.

You weren’t self-conscious. 

You were living, breathing, existing

with

God.

Can you imagine what it would be like to walk in the cool of the evening with your Creator?! 

But Eve. Oh Eve.

Home Girl had to look at the shiny, tempting thing and mess.it.all.up.

For everyone. 

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Any woman who has experienced labor probably has had a smidgen of resentment projected on Eve.

You know, the whole “I will increase your pains in child bearing.” 

Thanks.a.lot.Eve. (Clearly you didn’t think through this whole forbidden fruit “thing”….)

Help a Gal Out

It’s so easy for us to want to jump into the Bible story, grab Eve by the shoulders, and shake her a bit.

As a child I imagined Eve’s eyes glazed over, in a hypnotic state, reaching for the “apple”. (Why was the fruit always drawn to look like an apple in kid Bibles? Anyway, I digress.) 

We think that if we could just get to her, we could reason with her. We could make her see what she was doing and everything would continue to be perfect. We think that if we could just intervene, if she knew the whole story, she would choose to walk away.

But I have something to share with you, sister. 

You know Eve? 

She’s not that different from you and me. (Well, aside from walking around in a garden naked…. minor detail.) 

But how often do WE get distracted? How often do we plan to focus on being in the moment, really listening and hearing what our husband and kids tell us (not just saying “uh huh,” “neat,” “that’s nice”)? How often do we miss the opportunity to pour into our relationships with the people we live with because we (like Eve) are easily distracted? How often do we become distracted and get pulled away from our relationship with our Father and the good God has given us?

Distracted By Life & a Phone

Eve was distracted by something shiny. 

Hmm…I can think of something shiny…heck, it even has a little APPLE on it. 

Now I’m not saying your phone is the “forbidden fruit”, nor am I saying that it is the spawn of Satan or anything. 

I love my phone! (“Siri? How do I get home?” Yep…I’ve asked that. Raise your hand in the air like you just don’t care!) BUT, I know that my phone can quickly lead me away from the good things that God has given me and distract me from my purpose: to be in close relationship with my Creator.

And when we get distracted from our relationship with our Creator, we realize we are more similar to Eve than we first thought; fooled by the shiny thing. (The “apple” doesn’t fall from the tree sometimes…. at least for me.)

I know that I need boundaries when it comes to this area. I’m wondering if you do too sometimes? 

One boundary that came to mind when writing this was not reaching for my phone first thing in the morning. (Most days my phone is the last thing I look at before I go to bed at night and the first thing I check in the morning. Is it the same for you?) Instead of reaching for my phone first thing, maybe instead, I will pray for the day; pray for my  husband and my marriage; pray for my kiddos. For as “smart” as my phone is, it will be outdated and inevitably replaced in a couple years and I, for one, want to keep my eyes (and my heart) on things that will last. 

I’m praying for you, sweet mama. 

This mama ride ain’t easy, but we don’t go it alone.