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Not Moi*

*for my non-French-speaking readers, moi means "me"

My Uncle Terry is a man of authority. If you were to Google the words manly, masculine, or in charge, a picture of my Uncle Terry would pop up (or at least a photo of his massive bicep). When I was growing up, he was a champion arm wrestler and was an expert wild boar hunter. Yes, WILD BOAR. As a young girl, I was very intimidated to be around him. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the fact that he had boar heads mounted on his wall or that he could make each of his pectoral muscles jump on cue. Picture it with me . . . Uncle Terry with a tight t-shirt on, flexing his left pec and then his right pec back and forth. Too much information? Hey, when you’re an eight-year-old, that kind of stuff makes a big impression on you. It was really cool. He didn’t talk much, so when he did, people really listened! Few words but MUCH authority.

In Uncle Terry’s home, he had one room that was off-limits to everyone: his office. In that office every piece of paper was in an orderly stack, the stapler had a specific spot on the desk , and vacuum lines stood at attention on the carpet. Not that I had ever laid eyes on that office, but I had heard about this forbidden land in detail at the dinner table from one of my siblings. “Seriously, don’t even look in there!” my brother warned me.

One day my Granny passed by the sacred office and was shocked to see Uncle Terry’s four-year-old daughter Amy not only in the office but spinning herself around in Uncle Terry’s office chair! Granny gasped and warned, “Oh, you know there are rules about not being in here. Who do you think those rules are for?” That precocious little brown-eyed girl confidently declared, “Not moi!” Granny giggled at the fact that Amy had used this French word in perfect context (thanks to her tutoring from Miss Piggy on The Muppet Show), and Granny’s second giggle came from the instant realization that Amy was exactly right.

The entire household knew that Amy didn’t have to fear her father’s wrath because even though his stare could cause grown men to cower, his preschooler could melt his heart with one smile. She didn’t have to be perfect for him or pull her weight around the house. Nope, she had a totally different relationship with this man of power.

“Not moi.” I love the way it sounds. I would like to encourage us today that we can live a life of “Not moi”s. Just as the typical rules of the house didn’t apply to Amy, the rules of this earth do not apply to us as believers.

* When my enemy tells me that I need to worry about tomorrow’s decision, I can answer,

“NOT MOI!”

Proverbs 3:5-6
Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding, in all your ways acknowledge him and he will make your paths straight.

* When the evening news is telling you to fear an unexpected terrorist attack, you can answer,

“NOT MOI!”

Psalms 23:4
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

* When those around you are panicked over how they will make ends meet financially, you can declare,

“NOT MOI!”

Malachi 3:10
Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in my house. Test me in this,” says the LORD Almighty, “and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that there will not be room enough to store it.
Because we are children of the living God, we can rest in His promises. To fear, worry, and dread, I will say daily . . . “Not moi!”

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