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Look at the Wildflowers

August 21, 2017 Maggie Getz
Photo by Katie Niemiec (follow her here!)

Photo by Katie Niemiec (follow her here!)

Seek first His kingdom.

Jesus’ words in Luke 12 struck me as I read them this past week. You may recognize the passage, often labeled “The Cure for Anxiety.” Do not worry, do not be anxious. God will provide. 

The way The Message paraphrases* verses 22-32 really hits home for me. 

“He continued this subject with his disciples. “Don’t fuss about what’s on the table at mealtimes or if the clothes in your closet are in fashion. There is far more to your inner life than the food you put in your stomach, more to your outer appearance than the clothes you hang on your body. Look at the ravens, free and unfettered, not tied down to a job description, carefree in the care of God. And you count far more.

“Has anyone by fussing before the mirror ever gotten taller by so much as an inch? If fussing can’t even do that, why fuss at all? Walk into the fields and look at the wildflowers. They don’t fuss with their appearance—but have you ever seen color and design quite like it? The ten best-dressed men and women in the country look shabby alongside them. If God gives such attention to the wildflowers, most of them never even seen, don’t you think he’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you?

“What I’m trying to do here is get you to relax, not be so preoccupied with getting so you can respond to God’s giving. People who don’t know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works. Steep yourself in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions. You’ll find all your everyday human concerns will be met. Don’t be afraid of missing out. You’re my dearest friends! The Father wants to give you the very kingdom itself.””

For life is more than food and the body more than clothing… Seek first His kingdom.

That sounds great and all, but do I live my life like that? Do I believe this to be true?

I’m working on it, but it can definitely be a struggle for me. 

We’re not born worrying. We’re not born fussing about the things of life, afraid that we won’t be provided for. When do we go from trusting to thinking that we have to figure everything out for ourselves? When does this shift happen in our lives? 

During my week at camp this summer, I learned a lot from the 15-year-old girls in my cabin. Yes, these girls had worries and anxiety. They worried about the things most high schoolers worry about: grades, sports, boys, college, the future. I could relate to them in that way.

But there was something different about them. These girls had just finished their freshman year of high school. They’d experienced more adult situations and more pressure than I ever did at their age, and yet, they still had this untouched quality about them. A childlike faith. 

They believed, and they trusted. 

The place where I noticed this the most might surprise you. 

Whenever we went to the cafeteria, I noticed a difference between these girls and some of the adult leaders. The girls weren’t worried about the quality of the food prepared, the calories consumed, or the nutritional content of what they were eating. They ate what was provided for them, recognizing we were only at camp for a week and if that meant eating a PB&J sandwich every day at lunch, then so be it. 

Meals at the adult table tended to look a bit different. Complaints over the taste of the food. Concern over eating too much fat or carbs or sugar. The decision to eat a meal separate from what was provided in order to stick to a diet or disordered eating habits, or to quiet the fear of consuming whatever food had been provided. 

Eventually I ate all my meals with my high school girls. I wanted their ease; I didn’t want to “fuss about what’s on the table at mealtimes.” To do so would have been a waste of energy and brain space. 

Yet we do the exact same thing in life.

We let fear hold us captive.

We complain, we fret, and we stress. We fail to trust God with our day-to-day. We think we know what’s best, and we like to be in charge. 

The camp cafeteria is one small example of how fear and worry can lead us astray. 

Please don’t interpret this as me saying that you should not eat healthy or that you should not spend any time thinking about what to serve for dinner. Steward the physical body you’ve been given well. But remember that it’s temporal. We cannot control all of our health outcomes by the food we eat—just like we cannot control our life outcomes solely by our five-year plan. 

Has anyone by fussing before the mirror ever gotten taller by so much as an inch? If fussing can’t even do that, why fuss at all?

Has worrying about your bank account caused it to increase? Has worrying about your next job willed it to happen? Has worrying about your singleness made a husband or wife fall into your lap?

When I'm stressed about whether I've eaten "healthy," when I'm worried about what my body looks like, when I'm fearful about the amount in my savings account, when I'm anxious about next steps in my career—my first instinct is to figure it out myself. To put a plan of action into place and see to it that my way comes to fruition. 

I'm learning to say instead, "God, thy will be done." His will, not mine. 

And it's a process. I want to trust myself first. The root of my fear and worry is pride. Heck, the root of every sin is pride. As a certified worrywart, that's something I've had to come to terms with recently. My worry is a lack of trust. It's relying more on myself than on God. 

It's believing I can be perfect, and I can check off every box, rather than me choosing to serve the only One who is perfect. 

But God reminds me to look at how the wildflowers grow. They don’t labor or toil. He knows what the flowers need. How much more will He do for you and me?

“The grass withers and the flowers fade, but the Word of our God remains forever.”
— Isaiah 40:8

I’m praying for a childlike faith—a craving for the pure spiritual milk of the Word and growth into the woman God wants me to be. The more time I spend talking to God and reading what He has to say, the more I see what really matters—a relationship with Him—and that my worrying about X, Y, or Z doesn’t change a thing.

Look to the wildflowers, friend. Look to the wildflowers and trust.


*Please note: I called The Message version of the Bible a paraphrase because that’s really what it is. I like it, and I’ve used it many times. I think it can be a useful tool to understand the Bible in today’s context. It’s also great way to get started reading the Bible. 

My bit of advice is that you don’t let it be your only exposure to God’s Word. Utilize commentaries and study Bibles, but first, take God’s Word on its own and soak it up. Think about how it applies to you, rather than automatically asking someone or something else how it should apply. 

Looking for a solid Bible? I am a big fan of the new She Reads Truth Bible, which is the Christian Standard Bible (CSB) version, one that scores high on both readability and accuracy. Not to mention it’s the most beautiful Bible I’ve ever seen! With maps, charts, and reading plans, it’s well worth the $40 price tag.


If you want to talk more about Jesus Christ and faith and what-the-heck-is-all-this-stuff, shoot me a message. I love meeting new people, whether virtually or in person, and gabbing about life. 

And if you'd like to know more of my story, you can read my testimony here.

Truly, He makes beautiful things.

In faith Tags worry, fear, anxiety, flowers, wildflowers, luke, isaiah, camp
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My Life-Changing Week at Camp

July 6, 2017 Maggie Getz

Thank you so much for praying for the high school girls and me while at camp. Your prayers were felt, and God was present in countless ways in those mountains. I've been back to Nashville a bit now, thinking about exactly how to share my experience with you. Camp was one of the greatest weeks of my life. I've never been a part of something so physically exhausting yet so spiritually renewing. I kept thinking, "Thank you, Lord, for allowing me to be a part of this."

A few years ago, I never would have dreamed I'd be leading fifteen 15-year-old girls for six days and talking about Jesus with them every day. But there I was. As always, God put me right where He needed me to be. I pray that I helped encourage those girls toward a deeper love of Christ. I pray they take what they learned on that mountain into their lives back home.

A typical day at camp meant we’d wake up early and read the Bible individually, going through the first six chapters of Daniel (one of my favorite books). We’d discuss each chapter together as a group and then head to breakfast and morning worship. I cannot put into words how powerful, moving, and, well, fun, the worship services are at camp. Picture an intimate concert with 500 people, add in hands raised in praise, bumping speakers, and a whole lot of Jesus. That’s camp. We’d sing and then hear a challenging message from one of the pastors. After worship, we’d have another discussion within our cabins. The rest of the day included lunch, ample time for outdoor activities (hello, wave pool), dinner, another powerful worship session, and a final group discussion before bed.

The days were long, but the Lord was sweet. He brought me a co-leader who knew some of the girls and had been to camp before. She who so kind and able to help guide me. And when she had to unexpectedly leave camp early for a funeral, God gave me the energy and the wisdom to lead our group solo—a group I felt God specifically placed me with.

My job as a leader was to help point these high school girls to Jesus. I was there to not only watch over them but to care for them for the week. I thought of them like my little sisters. I wanted to make sure they felt loved and encouraged.

Camp is designed specifically for the students. The thing is, these girls and this camp impacted me, too.

I walked away with a greater love of the Lord and a greater desire to serve him wholeheartedly.

As the week went on, God revealed to me that when your attention is on serving others, you don't have space to stress about the little (ultimately selfish) things you normally might. I couldn't worry about my body, or my bank account, or my job. I didn't have the time to feel anxious about this stuff because I was focused on ministering to those girls and hearing from Jesus.

It was freeing.

Seeing the way hundreds of high school girls and boys worshipped and openly loved Jesus all week long was so beautiful. Their passion and joy for the Lord is contagious. I couldn’t help but lift my arms in praise and dance around with the high schoolers as the worship band played Hillsong Young and Free and other upbeat songs. And when we sang “A Beautiful Name,” I let tears stream down my face as I thought about all He has done for me, transforming me from death to life. To God alone be the glory. The name of Jesus deserves all the praise!

When you witness the pure love a new Christian has for Jesus, it stirs something in you. These students demonstrated the true joy of salvation. The deep desire of so many of them is to share the truth of the Gospel and to share how God has changed their lives. They recognize the fact that news this good simply must be shared. When you’ve been saved from the power of sin and the schemes of Satan and then graciously offered eternal life through faith in Christ, that affects you big-time.

The students reminded me that if you are a Christian, then Jesus is not just a part of your life. He is your whole life. Do you live that way, too?

I carried home a few other lessons from camp, things I plan to continue doing back here in real life:

1. Spend less time on my phone.

We were in the mountains with little service. I could call and send a few texts, but I couldn’t be constantly available like I usually am. You know what? It was great. We could all use time away from our devices every now and then.

2. Start every morning with the Bible and prayer.

This year has been the year I’ve developed the habit of morning Bible reading. Camp helped solidify the importance of that. You can read the Word any time of day. But for me, my day feels off without reading and praying first. My goal is to intentionally set aside 30 minutes before work to read and let the message sink in before I start my day.

3. Eat freely.

Future blog post on this to come! Camp showed me not every meal has to be Instagram-perfect and blow our taste buds out of the water. Sometimes lunch is a blah ham and cheese sandwich, and that’s okay. Food sustains us and energizes us—and meals that aren’t this amazing experience can serve to remind us of the Bread of Life who truly satisfies.

4. Share the Truth.

As Christians, we have the greatest news of all time. Not sharing that really makes zero sense. I pray that when people know me, they say I’ve been with Jesus.

“When they observed the boldness of Peter and John and realized that they were uneducated and untrained men, they were amazed and recognized that they had been with Jesus. ”
— Acts 4:13

 

I’m an ordinary woman, but God continually does extraordinary things for His purpose and His kingdom through ordinary people. I don’t want to be known as a “good person” or a “sweet girl” but rather as a woman of the Lord. Others will only know that if I share with them the Gospel and my own testimony of His saving grace. I have to share my story whenever possible, with whoever possible, especially the people who are already around me.

I want my life—however short or long—to count for His Kingdom.

Let’s be Christians who demonstrate the deep and profound joy that comes from a saving relationship with Jesus Christ. Let’s proclaim Him with the same boldness of Peter and John, the same boldness of a newly saved high school kid. There’s nothing more exciting or worth sharing.


If you want to talk more about Jesus Christ and faith and what-the-heck-is-all-this-stuff, shoot me a message. I love meeting new people, whether virtually or in person, and gabbing about life. 

And if you'd like to know more of my story, you can read my testimony here.

Truly, He makes beautiful things.

In faith Tags camp, summer camp, serve, serving, ministry
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I'm Going to Camp

June 21, 2017 Maggie Getz

I’m going to camp! In fact by the time you read this, I may already be there. Today is the first day of my church’s high school camp in the beautiful mountains of the Cherokee National Forest in East Tennessee. I’ll be there through Monday, and I am so excited. Another woman and I will be co-counselors to a group of about 15 girls. I can’t wait to meet them and get to know each of them throughout the next six days.

This is my first time at a Christian camp. I went on a youth group trip the summer following my senior year of high school, but this week’s camp is going to be pretty different. A few hundred high school boys and girls are expected to attend. We’re booked from 7:30 a.m. to 11:30 p.m. every day, praying and worshipping together, learning about Jesus, and of course having fun in the pool, at the ropes course, and on the zip line. The biggest difference about this camp is that we’re focused on discipleship. We want to help these students know and love Jesus and then go forth to make disciples.

I’d love for you to cover me, the other counselors, and these students in prayer. Because I’ll confess: I’m nervous! This is a totally new experience for me. But it dawned on me during these past few days that the things that scare us the most end up being the most worthwhile. God goes before us. He knows all the details that we don’t. He’s paving the way. And He’s called me to camp with a purpose.

“Praise the LORD of Hosts, for the LORD is good; His faithful love endures forever”
— Jeremiah 33:11b

Will you pray for me?

Pray for wisdom.

Pray that God would speak through me and give me the words to say, especially when counseling girls one-on-one.

Pray for confidence.

I’ll be sharing my testimony. Pray for confidence in what God has done and continues to do in my life.

Pray for joy and freedom.

I get nervous when I enter into new and unknown situations because I idolize control. This week God is totally stripping me of that. I don’t get to control my schedule, my sleep, my meals, my alone time. Pray against anxiety and that I would remember His way is so much better than mine. He’s got this.

Pray I would spread the light of Christ in both my words and actions.

I strive for my actions to match my beliefs. This is especially important this week while I am surrounded by young, impressionable 14-to-18 year old girls. Pray I would show them what it looks like to walk with the Lord.

Pray for patience.

High school girls. Hormones. Need I say more? Pray my co-counselor and I would have patience and extend a whole lot of grace to our group.

Pray for spiritual rest.

Each day is jam-packed. Pray I would find spiritual rest in the Lord, even when tired physically.

Pray for an overflow of coffee.

Just kidding. Making sure you’re still with me. 

Will you pray for the girls?

Pray for a deeper love of Jesus.

For knowledge, love, and obedience of Him. Pray that the girls who do not have a relationship with Christ would turn from sin and surrender to Christ for the first time.

Pray for one girl who struggles with food, exercise, or body image to be placed in my group.

Pray these chains of sin in her life would be broken.

Pray for discipleship.

Pray that each girl would leave with friends who can help hold her accountable and sharpen her as a Christian.

Pray for continued movement after camp.

This is only the beginning as God sends us out. Pray the spiritual high of camp wouldn’t end when we leave the mountains but would grow and catch fire as we head back to our regular lives.

Pray for all glory to go to God.

Lord, keep our hearts fixed on You! To You be the glory. 

I know He will show up in powerful ways this week, and I’m thankful to be a part of it.

You can watch the camp worship services live every night at 8:30 p.m. CT: longhollowstudents.com.  


If you want to talk more about Jesus Christ and faith and what-the-heck-is-all-this-stuff, shoot me a message. I love meeting new people, whether virtually or in person, and gabbing about life. 

And if you'd like to know more of my story, you can read my testimony here.

Truly, He makes beautiful things.

In faith Tags camp, summer camp, faith, discipleship, prayer, prayer request
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