Last night Dave and I went to a party hosted by a family on Dillon's lacrosse team. I really do not like going to events like this for a few reasons, but the main reason is I am not a social person, and I am easily intimidated by people - especially women. God, through the Holy Spirit, has been working on this area of my life as of late so I thought it might be OK to go join my husband in a evening of social engagement. :)
I knew going into this the kind of people we would be mingling with because I have talked to some of them at the games; and I've heard rumors. Well, to make a 5 hour long story short, these people were so sad to watch! You couldn't really tell the difference between the parents or their teenagers! They were talking about anybody and everybody. The more they drank the more personal and nasty their conversations got about people. I mean no one was safe from their onslaught of slander! They were talking about everyone from the superintendent of the school to the very people (including the kids) at the party.
One of the funniest things that happened was when the ladies were sitting in a circle chatting about the girls in school, they began to tell stories about themselves and how "bad" they were. OH MY GOSH, was that funny! One of the ladies was sharing about how the worst thing she did was get busted at a drinking party by the police in college, and how she got out of it by dropping a name of a kid she had class with. There were similar stories like that flying around this circle of middle aged women. I laughed to myself thinking, "Wow! If they only knew the stories Dave and I could share; their hair would stand on end!" But I didn't say anything, as they probably wouldn't believe me anyway. I wanted them to keep think whatever they were thinking about me and I am sure they shared their thoughts with each other after I walked away - there's no doubt! I don't think whatever they had to say about me could be anything too damaging. The worst thing they could say might be about what I wore, a dress, a modest dress; I didn't have much to say about anything else. I guess I could be made out to be a mousy housewife with no opinion. Or maybe how backward I am for home-schooling. If that's what I left with them, praise God! I'm really good with that.
Meanwhile that is certainly NOT the thoughts I have of them. In fact, re-thinking the events and conversations of the evening caused me to be even more thankful to God for saving me and Dave and allowing us to raise our family in the instruction of the Lord. It also caused me to draw closer to God and praying even more fervently for my children to find godly spouses that will have the same beliefs we do so their lives will go well with them. We are definitely different than those people; set apart for God, by God. My heart is sad for them. Their families are biting and devouring each other as it's explained in the book of James. Their daughters are exposing themselves in ways that are not God honoring and their sons are falling into their traps, as the book of Proverbs warns us about. I pray that God will have pity on them (as He did us) and allow them to hear and see Truth soon, before it's too late.
Oh Lord please guard my heart from self-righteousness, and pride. You know the life you saved us from. Help me to remember that, and know it is ONLY by your grace we (Dave & I and our children) are not counted among them.
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