As I prepared the house for guests last week, I noticed the Elisabeth Elliot perpetual calendar in the guest room - cum - office. The page hadn't been turned in months. Why did we still have it? Wouldn't it be best if I put it in the garage sale pile, instead of having it collect dust here?
On a whim (or a Spirit-led move), I placed it on the windowsill above my kitchen sink. And everyday I flipped it. And, more importantly, as I stood at the sink, I would read the quote and the verse, and I had time to think about it, while doing the rather mindless work of dish-washing.
Our friend Elisabeth does not mince words, and I have been feeling the lack of such a no-nonsense voice in my life. Surrounded by American culture ~ and with a goal of putting down roots ~ combined with saying "farewell" to the nomadic lifestyle as well as the lifestyle of eating, breathing, and sleeping strategic ministry on the edge of Kingdom advancement, I have found it very easy to adopt the "my rights" mentality all around me.
I need our friend Elisabeth's reminders, and I want to be like her when I grow up!
Consider this gem:
And to think I almost put her in the garage sale box! When I showed the calendar to Jim, he asked, "It was mine?!" He has no recollection of how it got here, other than the fact that he is a huge EE fan.
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