A few weeks ago I was frustrated by my lack of time to do some things. Things like exercise, serious Bible study, sleep…
My how things have changed and not in the way I imagined…I don’t know what I imagined but this wasn’t it.
So a few weeks ago, I decided to just do it…just get up an hour earlier and have a truly quiet Quiet Time. Novel concept, quiet. But can I tell you? After the first morning I was hooked. I’d missed it so much. Uninterrupted, focused time with God and His word.
The first morning, my study was wonderful. Unfortunately, the rest of the morning…not so much. I cannot sugarcoat it at all. I woke the girls up with kisses, hugs and “I love yous”. I made them pancakes and got them all set for school and then, I don’t know, but something happened from the front door to before-school care…all heck broke loose. The car ride was terrible. Fighting and yelling and grumpiness and on and on and on…and did I maintain my quiet and gentle spirit in the midst of the fray. Ohhhhh no! With no plan and no parachute, I jumped in and joined the chaos. When the battle began to die down, my eyes filled with tears and I thought, “God, really? We had such a lovely morning and this is where we are now?” I was so disappointed, so frustrated, and so angry. My image of how things “should be” just fell apart in less than a mile.
Thankfully, by the time we got to our respective morning places, all was a bit better. I wondered, “Is this warfare? Is this the enemy trying to destroy my joy?” Because boy oh boy, it was effective. My joy deflated like our front porch pumpkin in December. I decided while trudging up to my classroom that I was not going to give up my morning time with God…period. And I was going to add some time in the Word with my kids too. (So there!)
Here I am a few weeks later, not only has that 5am time with God become my most favorite time of the day, but God has blessed the rest of my days in lovely ways.
For example, I’ve had time to exercise! I’m up to 2.5 miles running…well, maybe trudging with great difficulty would be a better description. It’s not a marathon, nor is it particularly pretty, but it is a start.
And I’ve been able to go to bed at a reasonable hour almost every night. Work seems to be getting completed without me having to do the midnight bedtime. Girls are in bed earlier AND we’ve had time to read and snuggle. It’s like this one act of obedience, which doesn’t even feel like obedience, but rather blessing, has changed the whole tenor of my days.
And if you faithfully obey the voice of the LORD your God, being careful to do all his commandments that I command you today, the LORD your God will set you high above all the nations of the earth. And all these blessings shall come upon you and overtake you.” Deuteronomy 28:1-2
I don’t particularly feel the need to be set high above all the nations of the earth. I’d just like to handle my little household well. But being overtaken by blessings…that I’ll gladly take!
As I’ve thought about the little changes and the way God has blessed me, I’m overwhelmed. I think that is the overtaking God is talking about. Realizing that God does indeed bless. I don’t know that God is asking all of us to wake up early, I just know He was asking me. And I don’t know if time to exercise and sleep is everyone’s desired blessings, I just know it was mine.
There are other things that require my obedience that I’m struggling with daily. Things I know I need to do but don’t know how to and some I fear the results. I know the blessing will follow, but what will the process be like? Those are things I’m praying fervently about…seeking God’s help, direction, timing, etc.
These times in the Word, talking with God, have been eye-opening and convicting and comforting (but not always comfortable). He’s walking me through some growth that is a bit painful. Dealing with some things that are tricky.
My walk with God through these things resembles my running efforts. I want to do it. I know I need to do it. And I am willing to do it. BUT I don’t enjoy it. I feel awkward, lumbering, and I can’t catch my breath. It is difficult. It leaves me stiff and sore. I ache in places I forgot about. And sometimes I’d just rather not do it.
My Father and I are walking through my past and my present together. Finding the things that need to be dealt with so I can make healthy, God-honoring decisions and have a bright future. We are finding things that the Holy Spirit and I need to tackle together…needs that aren’t quite right, ideas that are a little off kilter, ways of relating that are leaning, expectations that just seem skewed.
It appears that I’m lopsided in many ways. Thankfully, my Father is allowing me to lean on Him as we figure these things out. He is strong and stable and able.
For the moment all discipline seems painful rather than pleasant, but later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it.
Therefore, lift your drooping hands and strengthen your weak knees, and make straight paths for your feet, so that what is lame may not be put out of joint, but rather be healed. Hebrews 12:11-14
Discipline has such a negative connotation, but it really isn’t. It’s the idea of learning, training, instructing, and even nurturing. Sometimes it involves things that aren’t all wonderful or enjoyable, but the results are good. Truly.
Running requires discipline. Almost everything does. Work. Parenting. Finances. Health. Everything. I’m finding that getting up for Bible study when the alarm goes off, requires a measure of discipline. Sometimes it’s easy, sometimes it’s horribly difficulty. Running…well, that’s still not at all easy, but hopefully, in time, it will be because I’ve disciplined myself to just do it. My legs will be stronger and my chest won’t ache and my breathing won’t be labored. I won’t want to sit down on the side of the road for “just a minute”. I will be ready, able, and strong enough to run forward.
This past week in my Bible study I read another verse in Hebrews:
Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God. Hebrews 12:1-2
I liked the running with endurance analogy. And the fact that Jesus understands the struggle of running this race. That He ran it. I also love that the saints are cheering us on.
At the end of my first 5K a few years ago, I was coming down the homestretch and was thinking I’d just really, really like to walk the final few feet, but there were all these people cheering and ugh I had to run it. I was so glad I did. And amazingly, I found that I could!
I want to finish this faith race well. Fortunately, I have a great Running Partner, a crowd to cheer me on, and the best prize at the end!
Every athlete exercises self-control in all things. They do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable. So I do not run aimlessly; I do not box as one beating the air. 1 Corinthians 9:25-26
You know how you think you know stuff and then you realize all of a sudden that you really don’t? That has been my experience this past week.
A dear friend of mine is working through some books and studies with me to figure out how to get to a healthier place in the whole love and trust thing. She and I have these gut-wrenchingly honest conversations about life, love, past, families, relationships… you name it.
And oh my goodness! It’s as if God is opening up a floodgate of revelation I can barely figure out where to start in my pondering!
This week I have focused on trust.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart, lean not on your own understanding in all your ways acknowledge Him and He will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3:5-6
Trusting God. Needing to trust God better…more…completely. Kind of the stuff I have been working on it seems like forever. But then God said, “Dearest, there is more to this trust thing than you thought.”
During my weekly Bible study, we were talking about trusting God with things in our lives. I shared that sometimes I have a more difficult time trusting God with the little things than with the big things. You know, I don’t want to bother God with stuff I should be able to handle. (Argh. As if He is too busy and can’t be bothered.) How can I know so much and still think like that? I can’t tell you how many times I have told my children that nothing is too small to bring to the throne of grace…and yet, do I? Nope.
…do not be anxious about anything, but in everything through prayer and petition with thanksgiving present your request to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:6-7
But the bigger thing…the a-ha moment or oh dear moment (not sure which is more appropriate)…was when God revealed that I withhold things in my life that I struggle with if I consider them natural consequences of my decisions. As if when I make mistakes God says, “Sorry, Sue. You broke it, you fix it. You messed it up, you clean it up. Your decision, your deal.”
Somehow that doesn’t seem like my Father.
My Father who says things like:
Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock and it will be opened for you. For everyone who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks it will be opened. Or which one of you, if his son asks him for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a serpent? If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask him!” Matthew 7:7-11
Time for some brutal honesty.
Three years ago I moved to Williamsburg to be near my mom and because I had a good job offer. Preparing my house to sell was expensive. Moving was expensive. Closing costs were expensive unexpectedly both to sell and to buy – I got a double whammy I wasn’t counting on. And then I stupidly paid for my daughter’s first year college tuition when I had no business…and no money…because I thought I could pay it off fast. Well, then things happen like massive car repairs, house issues, and doctor’s bills. So I have slipped into a financial pit of debt. And it feels like I will never make it out. I feel like when I get a good plan…something else happens and I receive another bill I wasn’t expecting. It is so frustrating! And at times it feels hopeless.
I have prayed that God would give me wisdom about what to do, but I really truly haven’t given it to God. It is my mess, the consequences of my poor planning and decision-making. I made this mess and I have to clean it up.
Had I known more. Made better plans. Thought through things more effectively. Just been smarter all the way around…
This week God (and a few good friends) reminded me that God loves me and loves to be kind to me and wants the best for me and my children. That His plan for my life isn’t about punishment, but about hope
The Lord, the Lord, a God merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and abounding in steadfast love and faithfulness, keeping steadfast love for thousands, forgiving iniquity and transgression and sin… Exodus 34:6-7
I don’t expect that God is going to zap a tremendous amount of money into my life and solve all those problems, although I’d certainly welcome it. LOL! And I’d definitely give Him all the glory! But I do believe that God wants to walk with me through it.
All that the Father gives me will come to me, and whoever comes to me I will never cast out. John 6:37
He does not expect me to solve it apart from Him. He does not want me to beat myself up continually about it, but rather to move forward trusting that He will not leave my side…and that He will even guide me forward.
Make me to know your ways, O Lord; teach me your paths. Lead me in your truth and teach me, for you are the God of my salvation; for you I wait all the day long. Psalm 25:4-5
So that is what I am going to do. One day at a time. I’ve changed my prayers. I need God for many things…I need God for everything…even for the messes I’ve made…especially for the messes I’ve made.
Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. 1 Peter 5:6-7
I’m praying, “Father, I need you TODAY. Would you help me TODAY? Father, would you show me what I need to do TODAY so that you will be glorified, so that I can improve my life, make wise decisions, raise my children well, do what you want me to do, and stay in your will. Father, please lead me forward every second of every minute. And Father, I know you know that my heart’s desire is to honor you with everything I have and do and say…please help me get in a better place financially, emotionally, spiritually, and physically. Please show me ways to honor you with my finances, my time, and my life.
Teach me your way, O Lord, that I may walk in your truth; Unite my heart to fear your name. Psalm 86:11
Lord, the messes I’m in, whether my own doing or not, would you please take them Lord? Make something good out of them…help me through them. Show me what you would have me do, how you want me to think, and even what you want me to pray. Lord, I am yours. Lord, my life, all messy and complicated and frustrating, is yours. Lord, my life, all beautiful and chaotic and joy-filled is yours. You are my hope, Lord. Being debt free is not my hope. Being organized is not my hope. Being rested is not my hope. You and you alone are my hope
Since then we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus, the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin. Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need. Hebrews 4:14-16
Lord, I pray all this in the name of Jesus, who is my hope. Amen.
Be to me a rock of refuge, to which I may continually come. Psalm 71:3
Last Sunday I excelled at words. They poured forth from my mouth like a fountain. Unfortunately, they were not a fountain of refreshment, but rather a fountain of refuse.
I remember some time ago I read a parenting book that described nagging as using a lot of words to convey a point. Good gravy! I was an ole nag if there ever was one.
One of my children, who shall not be named, pushed, stamped and banged on every button I have. This child is relentless in her efforts to frustrate and anger me. I wonder sometimes if she just loves to watch me wind up into a whirlwind of weary wrath. (Can you tell I’ve been teaching figurative language lately?)
She makes sassy an art form…or a weapon…not sure which is a better description. I don’t understand why though. We were leaving church for goodness sake..shouldn’t we all be in a good place spiritually, emotionally, mentally…? She walked to the car with the swagger of a movie star, almost started battling with her sister as they climbed into the car, flounced into her seat with some sassy comment about someone, and proceeded to annoy every one of us in any way that she could. For the entire ride.
I, at that point, was in a lovely place spiritually, emotionally, mentally… and tried to offer her grace with some firm warnings to settle down. I believe she took that as a challenge to amp up. By the time we got to lunch with Grandma, she was in full bratty mode. All through lunch, I quietly encouraged her to be kind, be nice, be sweet, leave your sister alone, don’t make those faces. To no avail.
By the time we were leaving Grandma’s, I was ready to spew forth my frustrations in words. And spew I did.
I gave her “what-for” as my dad would say. I told her all the things she had and was doing wrong, told her that her behavior was appalling, embarrassing, didn’t show who she really was, was disrespectful, rude, unkind…etc.etc.etc.
And do you know what her response was? Sassy words! Smiles! MORE disobedience.
This dear child of my heart has been my spiciest child by far. My challenge. My bring-me-to-my-knees child. My twist-me-into-knots child. My drive-me-up-a-wall child. My “oh Father, what were you thinking?” child.
But she is also my dear little girl who brings me joy and laughter in ways no one else can. She blesses me with precious notes and beautiful pictures often. She has written “I love you” to me more than any other child…possibly more than all my other children combined. She is a sweetheart under all the sass.
That day, I lost complete sight of the sweetheart. All I could see was the sass.
After some room time, she came out to ask to play outside. I asked if she was ready to apologize for her behavior.
She said, “No.”
“Please go back to your room.”
“But I want to play and I really am sorry.”
We talked some more. Talked about what would be ways that I could help her make better choices. She said I could be nicer. I told her that doesn’t seem to work. She kind of agreed. She said I could give her time out. I said, “I did. And you are still not repentant.” She said, “You could just let me sit on the stairs instead of going to my room.” I said, “Then you’ll just be sassy on the stairs and I’ll get angry again.”
She knows she is pushing my buttons.
Why can’t I be the adult in this situation? Why can’t I maintain my calm? Why do I lose my mind and control of my tongue?
Proverbs 10:19 keeps popping into my head (ugh):
When words are many, transgression is not lacking, but whoever restrains his lips is prudent.
The NIV version is even better for my situation:
Sin is not ended by multiplying words, but the prudent hold their tongues.
Neither her sin nor mine will be diminished by my plethora of words.
The other verse that hides in the back of my mind all the time is Proverbs 15:1:
A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.
I can do soft for a bit…a bit…before my harsh words can no longer be contained. Unfortunately, it truly does make things so much worse. And I end up with an angry daughter in her room and an angry momma downstairs who also happens to be crushed by feeling like a failure.
In those moments, I often find myself sitting down crying out to God, “Lord, what were you thinking? Why did you think I could do this? I don’t like this life. I hate this life.”
God forgive me.
That day, I added to my grievances. “Lord, what were you thinking giving me 5 children and then taking away my husband? What good could possibly come from this? Obviously, I am not up to this task. Obviously, I’m failing. Look where we are today! On Sunday no less! Lord, I hate this.”
He is gracious to listen. I know he understands. I know he forgives me my rant. But my children sometimes overhear this conversation between God and me. You know how I know?
They say the same things sometimes. Last night one of my other children wanted to stay up a little bit later than she should. I said no and her response was, “I hate my life”.
You hate your life because you can’t watch a show for 15 more minutes!?!
It made me think about myself…my words to God.
“I hate my life.”
Do I really?
So why does it feel like I need to say those words to God? Why do I need to throw out such obvious exaggerations, such untruths about my life.
I might hate this situation. Hate the moment. Hate the conflict. But I most certainly don’t hate my life.
I love so much about my life. There is so much to love. And so many to love.
But in those moments when I feel like a frustrated, fearful, furious failure…yeah, those moments…oh how I hate things. I hate how I’m acting…how I’m not the mom I want to be…how in those times when I could choose to rise to the challenge, I instead feel like I helplessly fall into the fail pit.
Afterwards, I can think of so many better things to say and do and think…but in the heat of the moment, when my fury is fired up…I don’t think. I just speak…spew…pour forth words…I am faucet of frustration.
And I wish so much I could control my tongue. And that reminds me of James 3:3-11:
“When we put bits into the mouths of horses to make them obey us, we can turn the whole animal. Or take ships as an example. Although they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are steered by a very small rudder wherever the pilots want to go. Likewise, the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one’s life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.
All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles, and sea creatures are being tamed and have been tamed by mankind, but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.
With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness. Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers and sisters this should not be. Can both freshwater and saltwater flow from the same spring? My brothers and sisters, can a fig tree bear olives, or a grapevine bear figs? Neither can a salt spring produce fresh water.”
Part of that can be discouraging…”but no human being can tame the tongue”…if I can’t make my mouth stop talking or nagging or grumping or fussing…what am I to do?
One of my NIV Study Bibles says, “It is better to fight a fire than go around setting new ones!” So, even though I will not perfectly control my tongue, it is worth the fight. And I do not fight it alone. The Holy Spirit is always with me to help me.
Why do I let my tongue reign supreme in all challenging situations? Why do I not take 10 seconds to think before I speak.? Honestly, I’d take 3 seconds of thinking before opening my mouth…that would probably help curb the tide of crazy that comes out of my face.
I think it is because I’m selfish. I want things to go smoothly…to be easier…would everyone just do what I say?! Would everyone just help!? Would everyone just settle down!? Would everyone just listen!?
Would I just settle down!?! Would I just listen?!
When I rant I am not kind, gentle, loving, and gracious…not at all. And usually I’m ranting about one of my children who has chosen not to be kind, gentle, loving, or gracious.
I’m showing them exactly what I don’t want them to do by doing it myself!!!! Good gravy! Have I learned nothing from all the parenting books I’ve read?
I don’t want to be the don’t do as I say or do parent.
I wonder how to change this dynamic in our family…in my relationship with my children.
The only thing I can think of…the only thing…is prayer.
Recently a friend shared that praying continually has made a huge difference in perspective, decision-making, and trust. I know that and I still don’t life that way!
You must be tired of me sharing my conviction to pray more and my realization that prayer is the answer to the dilemma and yet….here I am AGAIN!
And I wonder if God thinks to Himself, “Daughter, why won’t you just listen? Why won’t you just do as I say?” Thankfully, he isn’t me and always, ALWAYS, responds to my mess of emotions and words with love and grace.
Today, I am alone for a few hours. *sigh* And I can pray out loud without small ears listening to every word and asking questions I’m unprepared to answer.
I will lift up my children, spicy ones first, and myself to the Lord. I will ask that God gives us the ability to be kind to one another, tender-hearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave us (Ephesians 4:32). I will pray that all of us will do all things without grumbling and questioning and complaining (Philippians 2:14). And that I will model for my children Paul’s exhortation to think of only what is true, honorable, just, pure, lovely, commendable, excellent, and worth of praise. (Philippians 4:8).
On the way to church recently my 7 year old daughter asked, “Momma, what are feelings?”
I started to say, “They’re how you feel. I mean they are what you feel…I mean…ahhh!!!”
I couldn’t figure out how to define it without using the word “feel.” I thought if I used the word emotion it would open up another definition discussion which I was ill-prepared to have.
(Just saying that word makes me think of that song…”Feelings, nothing more than feelings…” Great. Now it’s stuck in my head. And I apologize because now it’s probably stuck in your head too.)
I ended up saying, “Sweetie, feelings are the way you feel – like happy, sad, scared, excited…” I think she understood.
I wish I understood feelings…those dreaded emotions.
Lately emotions have come up a lot. I don’t even know if I should use the word lately in this sentence…I have emotions and they come up a lot (sometimes that’s an unfortunate thing).
I’ve been studying Philippians for the past couple of months. This past week I was in the 4th chapter – Paul says, “rejoice in the Lord always.”
I had to ask, “What does rejoicing in the Lord always look like in my life?”
I think, for me, right now it is trusting despite my circumstances and my feelings and emotions.
I can really struggle with my emotions based on my circumstances. Lately I seem to have tears in my eyes at odd times throughout any given day.
Yesterday my youngest daughter had a really bad day. She was angry all day – slamming things and saying words like, “I wish you weren’t my mommy.” She is a very difficult little person sometimes…there aren’t many things I can do to convince her to choose to be good.
She needs love and affirmation a lot. Sometimes it’s exactly what she needs and exactly what I don’t believe she deserves and it isn’t what I really want to do either…I want the time out to end all time outs! (for her and me)
But my little girl was a ragged mess yesterday and I decided to love on her instead of endless timeouts and taking-tos. She wasn’t perfect afterwards, said but she was oh so much better. We were both better.
Instead of being crushed by her behavior and my fears about parenting her, I focused on the good in my daughter. And there is a lot of good under the feisty little girl she so often shows me.
But without any warning, while I was holding her, I felt overcome by the massive amount of things in my life that are stealing my joy.
Can something steal my joy?
I think something can definitely try to mess with my joy – but my joy isn’t about my circumstances or the people in my lives…or even my feelings. Ultimately, my joy is about Christ.
Right before Paul says to rejoice in the Lord, he addresses an issue between two women in the church. I believe maybe Paul’s point it to remind them that Jesus is more important than any issues they have in their lives, or difficult people they have to deal with daily.
So if God commands we rejoice, we have to be able to do it right? God doesn’t call us to do anything that He will not enable us to do.
But when tears spring to my eyes and I feel completely overcome by all the unknowns, the struggles and the fears, I’m not close to rejoicing…I’m close to crumbling. It’s such a struggle to rejoice. I don’t feel like rejoicing…I feel like crying, wallowing, complaining, moaning, and woe-is-me-ing. I feel afraid, concerned, frustrated and anxious.
It’s those fears and anxieties that keep me up at night. I’m in a season of sleeplessness – which I have to say has arrived at an incredibly inconvenient time. I have a lot to do.
Last night was particularly difficult. I was feeling completely undone. Thousands of thoughts, fears and feelings tumbled through my head and heart. Sleep was elusive. I got up at 3 am and did school work…I wish instead that I had put my face in the Word. Had I done that I’m sure I’d have had a better chance of resting.
Instead I read about assessing student achievement – 10 pages on how to construct a multiple-choice test…seriously how was I NOT asleep after that!?! And when I finally decided to try the sleep thing again my 6 year old was ready to start her day…with me.
While she colored, I did more homework. Until I received a text from a dear friend which reminded me that God wants me in the Word. Duh.
So I opened up my Bible study and let me share the verses God gave me.
Psalm 55:22 Cast all your burden on the LORD, and he will sustain you; he will never permit the righteous to be moved.
Isaiah 26:3-4 You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you because he trusts in you. Trust in the LORD forever, for the LORD GOD is an everlasting rock.
Isaiah 41:10 fear not, for I am with you, be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
Isaiah 43:1-2 Fear not for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you, and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire, you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you.
Hebrews 13:5-6 …be content with what I have, for he has said, “I will never leave you nor forsake you. So we can confidently say, “The LORD is my helper; I will not fear; what can man do to me?”
1 Peter 5:6-7 Humble yourself, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you.
It was a soothing balm to my weary heart. I couldn’t help but be amazed at God’s love for me. He asks me to do these things that are all wonderful things – do you know what I mean? It’s like a parent saying, “Hey, your bag looks heavy, sweetheart. May I carry it for you? Let me have that and you just follow me. Don’t be afraid. Let me lead you. I love you and I will take care of you.”
And not only does He say all those things, He promises these:
He will sustain me…strengthen, provide for, prepare, direct and establish me.
He will not permit me to be moved.
He will keep me in perfect peace.
He will be with me.
He will be my God.
He will strengthen me.
He will help me.
He will uphold me with his righteous right hand.
He has redeemed me.
He has called me by name.
He has made me his own.
He will be with me.
He is my helper.
He will never leave me
He will never forsake me.
He will exalt me.
He cares for me.
So which one of those stood out to you? I’m hard pressed to pick one. Throughout any day I need to remind myself of at least one of these promises of God.
In the middle of the night when I can’t sleep or in the middle of the day when I feel on the verge of tears or a nervous breakdown (or both), I get so frustrated that I’m struggling with fear or anxious thoughts. I know better. I know the Truth. Why do I struggle so?
Lord, why? I know you. I’m in your Word. I’m seeking godly counsel. I’m trusting you for the day…or am I?
How do I live in the reality of what those verses tell me…those things that I believe but can’t seem to live?
I don’t know yet. Although I will say that right now there is just so much and I find myself feeling similarly to days following my ex-husband’s abandonment. That beautifully awful place where I feel such sorrow and fear but I see God meeting me at every turn.
I know Him better in these moments.
I’m at a place where I understand the living today idea. I can only live today – I can’t live tomorrow or a month or a year or 10 down the road. Just today. That is all God asks me to do.
So I’m trying to live faithfully in today. It’s challenging, but there’s a relief in it.
I’m trying to figure out how to put it into words. It’s definitely a way of thinking for me. I’m purposefully keeping my head in today…just trying to work on the massive amount of stuff that today has for me. Honestly there is plenty there to keep me occupied…mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually.
So how in the world did I get from the feelings question in the car to this? Feelings…they do take us to interesting and unexpected places. J
I think this is a topic we will all be coming back to a lot. How to really trust God.
I think He has given us the answer already —
- cast my burden on Him,
- keep my mind fixed on him,
- trust him,
- be unafraid,
- don’t be dismayed, discouraged, distressed, or troubled
- be content, and
- say confidently, “The LORD is my helper; I will not fear; what can man do to me?”
“I will not leave you or forsake you. Be strong and courageous…” Joshua 1:5-6
Lord, I don’t presume to have the answers to life’s struggles, but I do have You. And I know that that is always enough. Father, my feelings cause me such angst sometimes and I don’t know how to handle them or all that You have allowed in my life. I want to cast my burdens and cares on you. I want to throw them at your feet and leave them there. I have such a hard time leaving them there Lord. Maybe if I could just keep my eyes on You and not look down at them again, they would stay put at your feet. Lord, like the father begging Jesus for healing for his child, I’m crying out to you, “I believe, help my unbelief!” (Mark 9: 14-24) I trust You Father. I want to face my future unafraid and untroubled. Please Lord, help me be strong and bold and courageous. You are my helper! I will not fear! In Jesus’ name I pray, Amen.
I was shuffling through my bookcase – reorganizing and deciding which books I’d like to keep and which books I’d like to donate – when I found a book that a friend had written and sent to me a few years ago. It’s called “Walks with Rich” by C.W. Hambleton. I opened up to the first chapter and read this quote by Rich Mullins:
“People always say, ‘I don’t know where the Lord is leading me.’ I always say, ‘It don’t really make a whole lot of difference.’ The important thing is to be where He has led you to already. If He has led you into a marriage, than be faithful there. If He has led you into being single, then be faithful there. If He has blessed you with many material goods, then be a good steward of those goods. And if He has blessed you by allowing you to imitate His life of poverty, then imitate it with great joy.”
Be where God has led me.
It is interesting that God led me to open up this book at this time and read these lines. I had started a blog last week that I called “The To-Be List”. About being where God has me.
My constant prayer is “I don’t know what to do. Lord, please show me.”
I’m realizing that in many things I kind of do know what to do, I just don’t know how to be.
I want my circumstances to be different, so I want to do something to make that happen. I want some of my problems to be solved…who am I kidding? I want all of my problems to be solved. I want things to be easier all the way around.
I want the decisions I’ve made that have had consequences that are difficult to be erased from my past. I want to be able to drop the burdens I carry at His feet and leave them there.
And I keep asking God to give me the ultimate to-do list…the to-do list that will change things, the perfect to-do list, the one that actually moves us forward not just gets us by. I keep thinking that there has to be a way to make life better, but maybe that isn’t what God wants me to get out of this place He has me.
I believe God wants me…me…to get better through this. It isn’t it about what I do, but who I am.
Maybe its me who needs fixing, not my life?
But how am I supposed to be?
The first thing that popped into my brain was “Be strong and courageous.” (Deuteronomy 31:6)
Really that one? Strong and courageous?
I guess it kind of makes sense for me, because I have things that seem hopeless in my life. Being strong and courageous would certainly help me face challenges boldly and with confidence in God…instead of my woe-is-me, it-feels-hopeless, can-I-please-catch-a-break self.
Usually I face challenges trying to be strong and courageous all by myself.
“I can do this!!! I can fix this!!! I got this!!!”
All said with great enthusiasm! But not too much later, a quiet whisper of “I don’t know what to do. Oh my goodness, it just won’t get better. Why won’t things get better?”
So again, I’m left with the realization that as much as I want to fix things, I CAN’T!
And instead of believing I’m hopeless because I can’t fix things, I want to turn to God and say, “It’s yours.”
Lord, please forgive me because I know I am not without hope…I do have eternal hope. But honestly, I’m struggling a little bit to be hopeful about the here and now.
Sometimes I read other people’s stories, know of other people’s situations, listen as a friend pours out their heart, and I think what in the world am I complaining about?
Why can’t I just live and not feel so overwhelmed and exhausted? You have placed me here in this time and this place. How do I live here joyfully?
Maybe part of the problem is that when I think about joy, it gets mixed up with happy. That happy that means I should be smiling and a little bit bouncy. I smile a lot…even laugh, but it isn’t that carefree kind of happiness I long for.
And bouncy…yeah, that’s not happening. Slogging. Slumping. Trudging. Slouching. That’s me.
But that happy isn’t joy. So what is this joy of which I speak but know not how to live?
Joy, I have heard, is an attitude of the heart. It isn’t based on circumstances or people or things.
Happiness does seem more dependent on circumstances. Joy seems more like an attitude for living.
I can be joyful in my circumstances, but not necessarily happy.
What does joyful me look like if she isn’t bouncy and perky and smiling incessantly.
Joyful me isn’t easily angered. She’s calm.
Joyful me isn’t easily frustrated. She has perspective.
Joyful me isn’t living in fear. She is courageous, bold, and trusting.
Joyful me isn’t overwhelmed. She is peaceful and focused.
Joyful me isn’t looking back. She is focused on Christ.
I guess I see joyful as calm in my circumstances. Being where God has me without the angst I tend to carry.
This past week I was told by a doctor that I have a tension headache in my chest…a headache in my chest??? Wouldn’t that be a chestache…in my chest? I don’t know, I’m not a doctor and all, but I’m pretty sure my head and chest are two different parts of my body! I’m just kidding…I understand what he meant. The stress in my life is centered in my chest…can’t take a deep breath, feel like an elephant is sitting on top of me stress. BUT now that I know what it is, there is a relief and maybe my elephant has gotten a bit smaller. But…I want joy not just tiny elephants.
Being blessed to be where I am…even if it isn’t the blessed I hoped for.
How do I get that perspective? I mean really.
There seems to be this idea that if we can just get our life organized or just do something differently, things will change for the better. Is that true? Always? I don’t think so. At least not for me.
How do I live in this moment, in this place, in these circumstances with joy when I can barely breathe sometimes?
It must be a choice I need to make…a shift in perspective.
Joy seems so far removed from my life and yet, I know that I’m called to it…that I do have so many, many things to be thankful for, so many things to be joyful about…and yet, I am not. I just feel fussy.
Is it possible to be fussy AND joyful? I’m feeling like the answer is definitely no. So I pretty much have to choose.
Choose not to be fussy.
Change my attitude.
How many times have I told my children to change their attitudes about something?
Father, are you telling me to change my attitude? I imagine you are. I do feel like a petulant teenager…all scowly and stompy.
Father, please forgive me.
Maybe all the discontent and feeling miserable about circumstances has a purpose?
“Could that be so we are nudged to seek after God and find our true fulfillment and complete rest in Him and Him alone? Someday we will be called Home, and then we will find complete peace and rest. But until then, we are to follow Him wherever He may lead us in the full assurance that He will bring us into that rest.” C. Hambleton
Father, I know there are praises to sing, prayers to utter, and petitions to place at your feet. And maybe those praises, prayers, and petitions will work to change my adolescent attitude. There really is no maybe about it, I know they will.
Lord, being here where you have me sometimes feels very, very difficult. I struggle to understand the plan, Your plan. I wish I understood it all. I want to choose joy, to choose an attitude of joy. I want to have that full assurance that You will indeed give me rest. I want to be a woman of joy, a woman of peace, a woman of thankfulness. Lord, please show me how to live joyful in these circumstances, in this place, at this time.
I’ll convert their weeping into laughter, lavishing comfort, invading their grief with joy. Jeremiah 31:13 (The Message)
Recently someone asked me what God is doing in my life. What big things has God done? And I had to think…
Sometimes it feels like I’m in a perpetual state of weary and I can’t see beyond the next moment…and other times I’m so desperate for a change that I look ahead with either dread or longing…depending on the day.
But really, God is always working, so the problem is I’m not looking. I’m not paying attention to Him working in my life.
No wonder I feel overwhelmed and sometimes alone in the struggle.
Many nights I lay in bed pondering things. It inevitably leads to anxious thoughts. There are things I can’t figure out, decisions I’m afraid to make, and situations I can’t fix. I tumble them all around in my head and wonder if I’ve missed God’s plan. If I took a wrong turn…
But I believe that God is sovereign so is there really ever a turn made that God can’t use for good? Is there a turn I’ve made that He did not already see coming? Nope and nope. I am where He knew I would be all along. This struggle is no surprise to Him, even if it is shockingly surprising to me.
Many, many times God has reminded me of the value of being thankful. And I am thankful, so thankful for my children, my home, my job, my friends, my family, my life. For love.
It does seem that those very things I am most thankful for sometimes are also the very things that cause the most angst in my life. I wrestle with feelings of fear and failure. I struggle with loneliness even when I am so very not alone.
Sometimes it feels that I stand on a battlefield alone. Arms too tired to raise. Weapons dull and shield cracked. Armor missing. And I wonder why?
I am not alone. How often has God reminded me that He will never leave me nor forsake me? A lot.
In fact, this past week someone anonymously paid a bill I had…a big bill. I cannot begin to tell you how blessed, surprised, and thankful I was. I wish I could find that person and hug them tightly. It was as if God said, “See sweetheart, I am going to take care of you…even when you forget to ask.”
I forget to ask.
I forget to say thank you. I forget to drop the burdens at His feet. I’ll talk to Him and share my struggles and study His word and worship in song, but then I return to the day with the burden still solely on my shoulders.
Sometimes I so want a husband to walk up beside me and put his shoulder under the burden with me, grab my hand, and say, “Dearest, we will fix this together. You are not alone in this.”
It isn’t a ridiculous desire, but I believe that God wants me to truly understand that Jesus is the one who will bear my burdens.
“Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you.” 1 Peter 5:6-7
Humble myself under the mighty hand of God? The hand of God could mean discipline or deliverance. In my suffering am I willing to place my trust, my life, my heart under the mighty hand of God? Am I willing to trust that He will do the best for me? Am I willing to let Him be in control? Am I willing to drop my burden and let him take care of me and mine? Can I let go of my control (imagined control) and my concerns and my cares and let Him have it all?
These past several years have been a continual struggle between trusting God and trying myself. Of thinking I should be able to handle this without so much anxiety, worry, fear, and sin. Of wondering why God hasn’t stepped in and made this all easier by now. And yet, God.
God who blesses in unexpected ways.
God who provides when I forget to ask.
God who makes ways where none seem to be.
God who loves me no matter what.
I have thought a lot about things to thank God for…in fact it is something I repeatedly have to remind myself to do. Today, I want to think about God. I want to know Him better. I want to understand the love of the Father. I want to learn from Jesus how to live gentle and lowly in heart. I want to be filled with the fruit of the Holy Spirit…no, I want to overflow with it.
I want to stop worrying and start living. I want to stop thinking about being thankful, and start living thankfully. I want to stop looking for answers and help from others, and start trusting in Him for the answers and the provisions and the courage. I want to stop living struggle, and live strength.
Father, You are enough. You are more than enough. And because of You, I can live a victorious life. No longer a victim of my circumstances, but rather a victor in my circumstances.
I don’t need someone to step in and rescue me. I just need to trust that Jesus already did!
If that isn’t an hallelujah I don’t know what is!
So, I guess even though my circumstances aren’t considerably better than three years ago, God is working in them to strength me and love on me.
God is always with me, always working, always blessing, always loving, always faithful.
I am blessed. I am loved.
I am His.
“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30