"Girl, I can't. I can't. I literally CAN NOT. Knock Knock, Who's There? Not me, 'Cause I can't!"
Have you ever used this phrase??? Ha! I know I have! I "can't even" take full credit for saying it, because my college roomie, Orline, is the one who introduced me to the phrase. Anyway, some days are hard. Some days, you don't feel like getting out of bed. You would much rather stay in your PJ's, scroll through Instagram and watch your favorite TV series. Or, if you're like me, you basically "pin" your entire future life on 10 Pinterest boards for like 3 hours. Oh, the fun!!!
More than just those days when you really don't want to do much, some days seem to be more than you can handle. You get a phone call that changes your entire world. Some days, the rug is seemingly pulled from beneath you, and you fall flat on your face. Some days, life is more than you can handle. You're sister is in a tragic car accident, your Dad loses his job, your parents tell you that they want a divorce, or your loved one dies. The list goes on and on of REAL problems that come up against REAL girls every day. The great thing, is that we serve a REAL God. When we can't, HE CAN! Those moments when it hurts your heart to take another breath. The days when you just want to pull the blanket over your head and not talk to anyone. When you are trying your very hardest to paint a fake smile on your face. God is there. I promise.
The Bible says that He will never leave us or forsake us (Hebrews 13:5). It also promises that God's grace will be sufficient for our every needs. I love the scripture found in 2 Corinthians 12: 9-10- "And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness...for when I am weak, then I am strong". How in the world could Paul say that "When he was weak" that those were the moments he was strong? I believe that he could make that declaration because he knew that the strength within him was coming from God. You're right when you say, "I can't even". Because, WE CAN'T. Only through the strength that Christ gives us can we overcome and live victoriously. Will this lifestyle happen over night? Probably not. It may take time and a lot of effort for you to realize that it is only through Christ that you can be content. It may take time for you to totally trust God with your weakness. We don't like to admit that we are weak many of times. I think that's why so few people use the altar anymore. God wants to help you. Be unashamed to admit, "Yea, I am weak, I need Christ to make me strong".
So, the next time you say that phrase, "I can't even!",remember that GOD CAN!
I recently wrote this article for a friend of mine. She shared it on her blog which is totally dedicated to encouraging Preacher's Daughters. You should check it out----> mailto:http://thepastorsdaughter.weebly.com/blog
One thing that I struggled with as a PK, was identity. To a lot of people, I was “The Preacher’s Daughter”. Which is okay, but that title became my identity, which, if I was not careful, it could have become a purpose that I sought after. I went to a public school, and most of the kids there knew that I was the preacher’s daughter. So, if the kids would say a curse word, they would ask me to forgive them. If they were going to tell a joke or discuss something that wouldn’t be “appropriate” they would normally leave me out of the group. This used to bother me. Until I began to realize, it was really okay.
PK’s struggle with identity because EVERYONE has their version of YOU that they think you should be. Some people like to keep you under a microscope. If you do one little thing wrong, those carnal gossipers go to town. They are just waiting for something to happen so that their boring life can be interfered by your mistakes. Shame on them, if anyone has hurt you in this way. There are also some people that tend to be awkward around you, because they think you are this different kind of human because you are a PK. Maybe they draw a picture of a cross for you or share Christian stuff on pinterestwith you because you’re a PK. They are glad that you are the girl that could be deemed the driver on party night, but they don’t want anything to do with your religion.
Then, we have the Debbie Downers who let you know “What happens to all the PK’s when they grow up”. I specifically had 1 kid in my class, who reminded me often that I would probably turn into some kind of crazy partier in an effort to abandon my stranded tower like repunzel or something. Bless their heart. (; LOL Proud to say, that did not happen to me.
Here’s the dealeo. Yes, we are Preacher’s Daughters. No, we are not perfect. We, like everyone else, have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God. No, I will not win every sword drill in Sunday School. No, I do not have all of the answers to your Bible theology questions. Yes, I understand that there are many little girls in my church and family who are watching me. This is part of my motivation to be the girl God wants me to be. Yes, I chose Christ for me. Not because my parents MADE me. But because I wanted to! Yes, I have been raised in a house of respect, where we honor something called rules. Yes, I know all of the veggie tale songs and songs from “Now That’s What I call Worship CD 2003”. I am a Preacher’s Daughter. I am fulfilling a purpose given to me by God. I know my identity is found in Christ. Not my earthly father, nor by my peers, nor by the congregation of my church. Because I know who I am in Christ, I know what I need to do. No, I am most definitely not perfect. Yes, I have made mistakes and that is okay. God has much more grace for me than I could ever deserve. Yes, I love my church family because they are MY FAMILY. Don’t mess with them. Or you will be rebuked in Jesus’ name! I hope this has been an encouragement to you!
Much Love, Fayth <3
So, for all of the Preacher’s Daughter’s out there, this post is FOR YOU!!!
My Dad has Pastored for 20 years. Up until January of 2014, my Dad was the only Pastor I had ever had. It was then that God began calling our family to launch into a more evangelical type of ministry, specifically in music.
I LOVED being a PK. The church was my comfort zone. The congregation became my family. 7th Street CBC was where my walk with Christ first began. Certain ladies in the church would bake special cookies for the Pastor’s family. On Pastor appreciation day, I got like $10! It was great! Every year on my birthday, Sister Willis would find me some type of notebook, angel or other doo-dad that had “faith” engraved on it. She would be so excited to have found something with “my name” on it. Even though my name is spelled F-A –Y- T-H. It’s the thought that counts anyway.