What’s Your Bent?

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Hosea 11:7 “And my people are bent to backsliding from me: though they called them to the most High, none at all would exalt Him.”

When someone has a particular gifting or inclination, we say that they have a “bent” toward it.  What we really mean is that their personality leans in that direction.  As I was doing my devotions yesterday, I came across this verse, where God says that Israel has a bent. And, unfortunately, it’s one I can relate to. Ouch.

Did you know that the idea of having a “bent” was biblical? I didn’t. I’m sure I’ve read this verse before, but I don’t remember seeing it. It really stuck out to me, this time.  I’m not sure if it’s just that the term stuck out more, or if it’s because it hit home.  Of all the things for God to say about His people, He chose to say that their personality leans toward moving away from Him. And He recorded it, in the Word that He promised to preserve eternally.  Ouch again.

I used to read about the nation of Israel, in Scripture, and just shake my head. After everything that the Lord did for them, over and over again, they just walked away. They forgot the things He had done, they forgot His promises, they forgot their promises to Him, and they ran off, usually pitching a fit. And yet, even while I was shaking my head at their foolishness, I knew that I was the same.

How often have I, pitching my own little fit, accused God of not being everything He promised? How often have I run off, saying that He’d let me down? And how many times have I actually been the one who wasn’t keeping my promises?

I am SO GLAD that God did not stop there. In the next verse, He says, “How shall I give thee up…?” One more verse, and He says, “I will not execute the fierceness of mine anger,…for I am God, and not man;…” He was angry; He says as much in the text. But even in His anger, He loves His people. Even when we turn away from Him. Even when we are unfaithful to Him. Even when we don’t love Him.

In my last post, I was feeling a little sorry for myself (or a lot). To tell the truth, I was feeling like I was pretty unloveable. Partly because I know my own shortcomings, and partly because I was listening to the lies and not the truth. But here, it says that, even when we’re unloveable, unloving, disloyal, and unfaithful, He still loves us. No matter what.

That’s what unconditional love is. God’s love doesn’t care where we come from or what we’ve done. He’s going to keep on loving us anyway. It’s not that He doesn’t care what we’re doing, or who we’ve hurt; He cares about those things very much. But it doesn’t affect His love for us, or how He sees us, or what He wants for us.

We are all bent to backsliding from God. It’s human nature – we’re sinful people. The very bodies that we live in desire to rebel against Him. Add to that the constant bombardment of temptation from the broken world and the adversary who wants to destroy us, and it’s pretty much inevitable. But it doesn’t have to be the end.

Part of God’s plan for us is restoration. He wants to make us whole, and He wants to do it through a relationship with Him. He wants us to chase after Him. But, what’s even more amazing is that, when we stop chasing after Him, He starts chasing after us. Even though we have a bent to backsliding, He is not willing to give us up. He has never waited for us to get it right. He chases after us, so that He can help us make it right.

I’m still not sure what my bent is; I don’t really know what I’m good at. I don’t know, exactly, what the Lord has for me. I still have a lot of questions, and some doubts. But this passage really spoke to me. Regardless of my bent, good or bad, He’s not going to just give up on me. There is no bent that He cannot shape into something beautiful. In His time. I just need to remember that.

Jun 01

Losing My Voice…and maybe my mind

I very clearly remember the first time I lost my voice. It always comes to mind, this time of year, because it happened on Memorial Day.  My husband and I had just started dating.  I remember, mostly, because it happened very quickly, with no warning.

I sang in church, on Sunday morning.  By Sunday evening, my throat was getting a little scratchy.  When I got up Monday morning, I couldn’t speak at all.  No voice.  The next year, I was on the road; after that, I was married and living in.a different state.  When we moved back, I lost my voice every year, around Memorial Day, for 3-5 years. It hasn’t happened in the last few years, but I always watch for it, this time of year.

I’m really thinking, this year, about losing my voice.  I thought I was losing it a few weeks ago, but it was a false alarm.  I’ve had a rough week, this week, for various reasons, and I’ve been thinking about a lot of things.  Among them, I’ve been thinking a lot about this particular subject.

When I was younger, I genuinely believed that words were one of my gifts.  I’ve never been one for public speaking, but I used to sing, and write, and read… I believed, with great conviction, that the Lord was using my words – my voice – to bless people and accomplish something.  I had confidence in my voice, because I believed that God was using it, and that it mattered.

I’ve recently realized that, somewhere along the way, I’ve lost that.  I don’t have confidence in my voice anymore.  I don’t know if the Lord is using the words that come out of my mouth.  I’m struggling to find purpose, because I don’t know what I’m good at.  I don’t know what I can do that has meaning.

As I’ve developed allergies, my actual voice has changed.  There are also some other factors, but it just isn’t the same as it used to be.  I don’t always trust it, like I used to.  I’ve also been told that I’ve said things the wrong way.  I find myself holding back from speaking, because I don’t want to be taken the wrong way.  I don’t want to offend someone, and I don’t want to be misunderstood.  I don’t write letters anymore, because letters aren’t really what people do anymore.  I don’t encourage people with a card or note (or even a text), because I’m not sure my words are worth much.

I even find it happening in my home.  I’m weary of trying to teach my children, because I feel like they don’t listen to what I’m saying.  I don’t speak to certain family members, as a general rule, because past misunderstandings have made me bitter, or afraid.  I don’t ask for help, because I don’t want to sound like one of those people who can’t do anything and turns every little molehill into some huge mountain.

I’m up, typing this, at two o’clock in the morning, because the Lord is laying it on my heart, and not letting me sleep until it’s done.  But, in my heart, I doubt that even these words matter.  I don’t think anyone has read my recent posts.  I feel compelled to keep that I’ve started posting again to myself, lest I be tooting my own horn.  I feel that the Lord will lead people to my posts, if He wants them to read.  But I don’t really believe that He is leading anyone.

I suppose, really, this is the whole problem, in a nutshell.  I just really don’t believe that He is using my voice.  It’s not that I don’t believe He can.  It’s not even that I don’t believe my voice is good enough.  I just don’t know if I believe my voice matters, anymore.  If He’s not using it, does it?

I don’t know.  I don’t really know what I’m trying to say, tonight.  I just felt led to post, and this is what’s on my heart.  I’m sorry if it’s discouraging, but I’m a little discouraged, right now.  I’m just trying to be real.

I guess, manybe, I”m trying to find my voice, again, so that He can start using it again.  But, first, I have to figure out where I lost it, and what happened to make me let go of it.  When did I stop believing that He had a plan for me, and for my voice, and why did I buy into that lie?

I’ll have to get back to you, I guess.  For tonight, this is where I am.  The questions are real, and they’re looming large, for me, without any immediate answers.  All I have, for now, is a promise, and I’ll have to take it on faith.

“For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord; plans to prosper you and not to harm you, to give you a hope and a future.”  – Jeremiah 29:11

Apr 02

Breathing

Just breathe

Be still, and know that I am God.” -Psalm 46:10a

Now it came to pass, as they went that he entered into a certain village; and a certain woman named Martha received him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary, which also sat at Jesus’ feet, and heard his word. But Martha was cumbered about much serving, and came to him, and said, ‘Lord, dost thou not care that my sister hath left me to serve alone? Bid her therefore that she help me.’ And Jesus answered and said unto her, ‘Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things; But one thing is needful; and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.'” – Luke 10:38-42

Breathing…

It’s the most natural thing in the world – literally.  We come into the world knowing how to do it, without ever being taught, and we continue to do it, until the day that we die. It is, in fact, the one thing that we cannot live without. We even have machines that can help us do it, if our bodies become inefficient at it, or can do it for us, if we forget how, altogether. It is essential to our very survival.

So, I was intrigued, this week, when I came across this: “I had read that one of God’s names is YHWH. Hebrew scholars tell us those four letters that make up His name are actually the sounds of breathing. I wonder at the generosity of a God who gives Himself a name we can’t help but speak the moment we first enter the world and in those last few moments we lie resting…” (Maggie Paulus, from Finding God at the Kitchen Sink, Moody Publishers, 2014).

Wait a minute…His NAME is the sound of BREATHING?!? Like I said, I was intrigued. I got out my Strong’s (Exhaustive Concordance of the Bible) and started doing some research. I learned, long ago, of the particular name she was referring to, and knew that it was from the Hebrew, and purposefully written without the vowels. But the sound of breathing? That was new to me. But, it turns out, the simplest form of the word that the name is rooted in IS actually a word for breathing, based on the sounds that the act creates.

I am totally blown away by this realization. Not only did He give Himself a name that we cannot help but speak as we enter and leave this world, but He gives us the very breath to speak it. All those moments, all those times when I am too overwhelmed to even pray…all those times when I don’t have the words to speak…all those instances when I don’t know which name to cry out to…all those times when I have nothing – it’s enough to just breathe.

Wow.

I keep hearing the chorus to the Johnny Diaz song Breathe: 

Breathe. Just breathe.

Come and rest at My feet.

And be…just be…

Chaos calls, but all you really need

Is to just breathe.

As I was researching, I found that breathing and being are even more closely related than they appear. Because our breathing allows our life, in order to just be, the two are inextricable. Which makes the Hebrew even more amazing, because here’s the other thing my research revealed: the same Hebrew name that represents the sound of breathing is the name that God gave Himself from the very beginning – I AM THAT IS.

It is the personal name for God that the Hebrew people knew Him by, from the very beginning.  And, because it is the very sound of our breath, His existence, and our relationship to Him, is confirmed every time we breathe. Our total inability to live without Him is embedded in our body’s natural processes. We cannot even survive without uttering His name.

Here’s a challenge for you: Meditation is one of the spiritual disciplines taught in Scripture. If you’ve ever practiced any yoga or guided meditation, especially for stress or anxiety, you’re no doubt familiar with the instruction to “focus on your breathing.” The next time you find yourself with a few quiet minutes, try focusing on the sound of your breathing – the name of God – and allow it to be a starting place for what He has for you. When you call out to Him, He will answer.

Feb 08

A Different Kind of Loss

So…it’s been a while. For those of you who have been concerned about me, I appreciate it. Mostly, I’ve been doing okay. God and I have just been working out some issues. He’s good, but I don’t always understand what He’s doing. Anyway, He’s been laying on my heart, for a while, to post something, so I’ve finally made the time. I apologize, for those of you who follow.

In the time since I last posted, God has been working in my life in some very unexpected ways. He’s been teaching me some things, showing me some things about myself, and helping me make some changes that have been long needed. I haven’t really changed, but my outlook about some things has. I read a book, over the summer, by Phil Vischer, founder of Big Idea Productions (the original creator of VeggieTales). One of the things he really emphasized was that sometimes God takes things out of our hands so that we can remember that He is always enough. I needed that.

I’m not going to try to fill you in on everything that’s happened since my last post, because it’s just been too long. But there are a couple of things, in particular, that I’ve been wanting to share. I’m going to start there. In the future, we’ll see how the Lord leads. For today, this is what I’ve got.

One of the things that has been happening, in my absence, has to do with my son. It’s been, at times, very stressful, for my husband and I. During one of the times of conflict, last summer, the Lord used the situation to open my eyes to a babyloss mom issue that I didn’t know I had. You know…you go about your life, thinking “I’m SO glad that, of all the issues that I have, THAT isn’t one of them!” Then, of course, God gently starts nudging and you realize that, “Oh…yeah…I guess that IS something I struggle with…my bad…”

I’ve read so many blogs and online posts and articles and books and (you get the idea here) about babyloss moms who become obsessive about letting their other children out of their sight, afraid of what might happen to them. It’s so easy, when you’ve lost a child, to imagine losing another. It can happen so quickly. It can be so unpredictable. It’s easy to be afraid. Some of us struggle more than others, obviously. Just like any other personal issue, it affects everyone differently. There are some babyloss moms who never have a struggle with that fear. And, of course, there are a lot of moms who’ve never lost a child that have the same fear. We all want to protect our children and hold on to them for as long as we can. Learning to let go comes in different forms for all of us, as moms.

At any rate, all those times that I’ve been reading these women’s hearts, I’ve been moved with compassion for them, but grateful that I don’t share that particular struggle. Until God gently pointed out to me that I do. As I mentioned before, the same struggle doesn’t always wear the same mask. My fear surprised me, because it didn’t look like I expected it to. As it turns out, I’m afraid of losing my children in a different way. My fear isn’t about what will happen physically. I’m afraid of losing my children in a very different way.

There are times when I don’t know what to do with my son. I love him deeply. And that is where my fear begins. I value the relationship I have with my children. I appreciate that I have influence in their lives, if only by sheer virtue of the fact that I am their mother and spend a great deal of time with them. I greatly value the opportunities I have to invest in them, even if I don’t always take full advantage of them. And I understand that, as they get older, these opportunities will become less frequent, and my influence will lessen (as they become better able to make their own decisions). These are things that, as a parent, I look forward to seeing. I want my children to grow up to be individuals: competent, responsible morally and financially, and capable of making good decisions (with godly counsel, of course). I want them to be able to contribute to society, without needing me to hold their hand for the rest of their lives.

I value their hearts, however. I DO fear losing my children. I fear that I will make some horrible parenting decision and lose their hearts. I fear that I will anger my son and lose his respect. I fear that he will rebel and seek out friends – other influences – with the goal of provoking me (and my husband), resulting in stronger influences that point him in another direction. I am terrified that I will lose the opportunity to influence him – and his brother – for the Lord.

Looking at the subject from a strictly intellectual standpoint, I know the fear is just as unfounded and irrational. A single bad parenting decision, if handled with care, is not going to turn my son’s heart against me forever. Every child rebels, to some degree; it does not mean the end of the parent-child relationship. I know this. I know that making him angry is not going to ruin everything that we have spent years working to develop. I also know that I would not be the first parent to lose the heart of their child. If it happens, I know the Lord can bring them back. I know that prayer is much more powerful than fear. And I know, above all else, that God is Sovereign.

Fear isn’t rational, though. That’s what makes it a struggle. It’s one of the things that the Enemy uses to distract us. If we’re too busy obsessing over what MIGHT happen, we can’t focus on what NEEDS to happen, or on what IS happening. We get so upset over things that we have no control over that we miss the blessings that God is giving. We miss the small victories of today because we’re worried about failing tomorrow. God encourages us to plan ahead, but we need to balance it with gratitude and joy, based in faith and trust in Him. Planning for tomorrow shouldn’t come at the expense of walking with Him today.

I’m always surprised when God shows me something I didn’t know. I’m not sure why; I know I’m far from done learning. But it surprises me more when it’s something about myself. I’ve been learning a lot of those things, this year, and I’m trying to learn how to balance them. One step of that is learning how to let go of fear and grab onto faith. It’s not as easy as it sounds. Battles of the mind are often the hardest ones to win. But God already has the victory. I just have to learn how to claim what He’s already given me. And I’m learning.

I know my thoughts aren’t very well organized tonight. I apologize. I hope that this is an encouragement to someone, though. God’s been doing a lot to encourage me and I wanted to pass it along. He’s always good. In a fallen world, though, I know I need a reminder, sometimes.

Apr 23

Leaving Them Behind

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In recent weeks, I had an experience that I wanted to share. No, it’s not this picture. This picture was actually taken last year, around Memorial Day. But I wanted you to be able to see the pinwheel, as it’s relevant. Besides, this particular photo seemed like a fitting illustration for the experience. But I’ll get there.

A few days ago, I had an appointment. I have them fairly often, like most people. As a stay-at-home, homeschool mom, my appointments usually mean a little schedule juggling. Since I can’t work around the kids’ school schedule, I have to figure that part out. I used to try to work around Hubby’s schedule, but that doesn’t usually help me anymore, so I have to go other routes. In some ways, it’s like being a stay-at-home mom with kids who aren’t old enough to go to school. Anyway, I had an appointment.

Since I couldn’t take the boys with me, on this particular day, I had taken them and dropped them off at a family member’s house. I left them there, knowing they were in good hands, without a second thought. I knew they’d be fine, slapped a kiss on them, and walked out the door. They weren’t any sorrier to see me go than I was to leave. They’re boys, and that’s life. Whatever.

(I’d like to interject at this point: I am not, by any stretch of the imagination, the kind of mother who dumps her children on others with no thought. However, that being said, I am a stay-at-home homeschool mom. I do not feel guilty about spending an afternoon, or even a weekend, alone, or with my husband, while they are in someone else’s care. As a babyloss parent, I understand the struggle to balance the need for their security, but I still enjoy some occasional “sanity breaks”. They are boys, after all!)

After I dropped them off, I decided to stop by the cemetery. I was nearby. My husband and I had been planning to stop a few days before and had ended up skipping the visit. I don’t go often; there is no joy there for me, only sadness. However, it is important to me that others know she is still important, so we try to keep decorations on her gravesite all the time. I had gotten a new pinwheel to put up; that was why we had been planning to stop. Since I had some extra time, I decided it would be a good chance to take down the old pinwheel (the one in the picture) and put up the new one.

I pulled in to the cemetery and drove back toward the section where our daughter is buried. Thanks to the giant pinwheels, her place is easy to find, even if it weren’t permanently burned into my mind. I pulled up last year’s pinwheel, faded and worn, and replaced it with a fresh new one. I “visited” for a minute. I always struggle with that part; I’m never sure what is “the right thing” to say or do. (By the way, I don’t think there is one.) Then I walked back to my car.

As I was walking away from that spot, headed toward my car, I was hit by the irony of the situation. A few minutes before, I had left my boys, something I don’t do terribly often, without a second thought. Now here I was, leaving my daughter, who I haven’t seen in over 3 years, and it’s still hard. I think it will always be hard. Still, it struck me that it was easier to leave those I’m with all the time than to leave the one I can never have with me. And she wasn’t even there!

It made me think back to when she was born. Leaving her at the NICU was hard. There was uncertainty, but I really believed that it was where she needed to be. And her brothers needed me, too. Still, it was hard. I wanted to be with her. In many ways, though, it was harder to leave the cemetery, on the day she was buried. I know she really wasn’t there. But, at that point, that little shell was all that I had left of her. And to walk away, knowing that even that part of her would never be mine again, was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. There’s just something about it…it feels, somehow, like I’m abandoning her, every time I walk away. I know there’s no truth to it. It just feels wrong.

Anyway, I drove away, that day, thinking about how warped things are. I have two sons that I want to see grow up and leave my home. They are my responsibility, and yet I can leave them in someone else’s care, knowing they are in good hands, and go about my day. But I struggle to leave my daughter, who is no longer my responsibility. And she’s in better care than anyone I leave my sons with!

Why is it that we so desperately want what we cannot have, while taking for granted the things we have in our hands? I know there’s something of human nature in it. I know that, to some degree, it’s to our benefit – the relationship we were meant to have with God is beyond our grasp, yet we cannot help desiring it. Still…

I don’t really have any particular conclusion, for this particular post. It’s just been on my heart to share the experience with you. I pray that God uses it. I don’t know what He’s wanting to say through it; I just know He wants me to share. I hope that it’s a blessing and an encouragement to you; it’s something that’s been on my heart a lot.

Apr 23

He Lives!

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“Surely He hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem Him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.”  – Isaiah 53:4

For Easter, this year, our pastor preached a series from Isaiah 53, where the prophet foretells, more than 700 years in advance, details of the crucifixion. In addition to the striking physical specifics, the passage details the spiritual and emotional ramifications of the events that happened that afternoon.  It is, at the very least, an amazing passage, worth reading for the details of the prophecy.

A few weeks ago, as I was doing the study that I like to read through during the season of Lent, I came across this verse. I haven’t read through the study in several years, mostly because life has just been busy, and Lent hasn’t been a top priority. This year, though, our boys are old enough to begin to understand some of the reasons to observe, so we decided to teach them about the season. Since I was focusing on it, I remembered to dig out the book. (Yes, that’s my confession: the last several years, I haven’t had the forethought to dig the book out at the beginning of the Lenten season.)

At any rate, as I was saying, I was reading through the study, and came across a reference to this verse. It’s a verse that I know well, part of a passage I have been familiar with for many years. I can quote most of the passage by heart. But that verse, this time, was like a slap across the face. “Surely He has borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows…”

I won’t lie; I’ve been struggling, over the last few months. There have been a lot of things going on, but the long and short of it is that I’ve been struggling. So, when I read that verse, it hit a little too close to home. I was feeling my griefs and sorrows quite sharply. In fact, I was feeling a little overwhelmed by them. And there was more than a little anger blending in. It was getting pretty heavy. I was being weighed down. And I was sinking.

“Surely He has borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows…” I responded in anger, when I read those words. I was sinking and here was someone saying that the weight that was pushing me down had already been taken away! How dare they!

One of the things I’ve learned, over a lifetime of learning to walk by faith, that never ceases to amaze me, is that God always wants us to be real. In the Old Testament, He never rebukes the children of Israel (or anyone else, for that matter) for being angry with Him. He chastises those who offer sacrifices without sincerity, and those whose worship doesn’t include the heart, but never those who are honest with Him. And the thing is, He doesn’t have anything to hide. If we’re angry, the best thing to do is to just be honest with Him, and He’ll help us work it out. Scripture tells us to “Be angry and sin not”, so we know that it’s not wrong to have the feelings He built into us.

I get angry at God fairly often. Obviously, my life hasn’t been a series of beautiful picnics and walks in the park. It hasn’t been a living nightmare, or anything, but there have been a lot of painful experiences – just like everyone else’s lives. Anyway, I find that, when I get angry with Him, I can resist, but only for so long. The silent treatment doesn’t affect Him much (it just affects me), and it doesn’t solve anything. So, eventually, I always end up “talking” it out with Him. I find that my life tends to be smoother if I do it sooner, rather than later, but I don’t always go that route.

Anyway, when I read Isaiah’s words, I took it to God. I was angry, but it was between Him and me. I wanted to know: If He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows, why was I grieving so intensely? Why were my sorrows, this heavy weight that was burying me, still so heavy? If someone has already taken them, how could I still feel them so much? I know that God doesn’t lie, and He’s never wrong, but sometimes it just doesn’t feel like the way it is. And, sometimes, I just don’t understand.

So, He explains things to me, in a way that my heart understands. That night, when I was accusing Him of leaving me with what He was supposed to have taken, His still, small voice spoke loud and clear. And I was left with nothing to say. I was struck with one thought: how can anyone take what I haven’t let go of?

A lot of people say that Christianity is simple, but not easy. In Job 42:5, after actually speaking with God, Job says: “I have heard of thee by the hearing of the ear: but now mine eye seeth thee.” In John 3, Jesus spent hours talking with Nicodemus about spiritual birth. There is a very subtle difference between knowledge and understanding, but it makes all the difference. Knowing that Jesus has “borne our griefs and carried our sorrows” is not the same as understanding that I don’t have to. It’s not just about letting go, either. Just letting go implies that something is gone. My griefs and sorrows aren’t gone. I just don’t have to carry them. Someone else has them.

As many times as I have read Isaiah’s prophecy, foretelling the striking, specific details of Christ’s crucifixion, I have never taken as much comfort as this year. It is an amazing and overwhelming thing that Christ has taken my sins and my punishment on Himself – indeed, it is the very thing that my salvation is founded on. There have been times, in my life, when my sins have weighed heavily on me. But I have never felt a weight lifted like I felt this year. He took so much more than just my sin – that alone would be overwhelming; He took every consequence of my fallenness – all of my sin, my death, my corruptible body, my grief, my sorrow, my separation, my inability, my weakness, everything. And all of it died with Him. All I have to do is let it go. Someone else has it.

And then, as if all of that weren’t enough, He took it somewhere else, He left it, and He came back! When Christ died for us, it was simple: a substitution. But it was so much more than that. It was a preview. My body, my self, my life is not perfect. But it will be. It will be! And I can have confidence in that, because He gave me proof: He rose from the dead! He lives! And it will be!

Jan 17

My Son’s Music…

I don’t know how you’re wired or what motivates you, but I live and breathe music. This week, the Lord has been using a particular song to challenge me. Our oldest son, like his mother, is hard-wired musically. Last year, for Christmas, we bought him his first cd. A bit old-school, I know, but so is our minivan.

One of the things I love about sharing music with our children is the influence it allows us to have. We don’t always buy kids’ music for our kids. They love the same music I do. And they know it! Our older son has been able to carry a tune since he was about three and a half. And what was he singing? The worship songs we had been singing in church.

So, anyway, this week, we’ve been listening to his Chris Tomlin cd. And there’s one song that the Lord keeps bringing to my mind and laying on my heart. He’s been using it to challenge me. I wanted to share it with you. These are just the lyrics from the chorus, but they’re powerful. I hope it’s a blessing to you.

“Let the glory of Your Name be the passion of the church; / Let the righteousness of God be a holy flame that burns; / Let the saving love of Christ be the measure of our lives; / We believe You’re all to us.”  — Chris Tomlin

This is the challenge He’s been laying on my heart. I hope He uses it to speak to your heart.

By His grace and for His glory.

Dec 04

My Heroes…

I know I’ve already posted today, but the Lord has been laying this on my heart for a while now, so…

I just want to take the opportunity to thank all of the babyloss mamas who love Jesus and want to serve Him by helping and encouraging others. It’s not an easy thing to humbly allow God to use you by inviting others into your pain, or by quietly entering into theirs. When you do not understand what He is doing, it is extremely difficult to open your heart for others to see – and judge. I am honored and extremely humbled to be joining this community of women, leaning on the strength of the Everlasting arms and constantly renewed mercies of our gracious God. I cannot say enough how grateful I am for the testimony of each and every one of you. Thank you for allowing Him to use your pain. He never wastes it. Someday we will see, even if we cannot understand here. You are my heroes and I pray that I, too, can be such an instrument of His glory. You have blessed me!

Dec 03

Thanksgiving!

It’s been an interesting few days around our house. Let me start by saying that Thanksgiving has been hard, for the last few years. In 2009, we miscarried at the beginning of November. In 2010, we had Zoe, but she was no longer with us at Thanksgiving. That was a really difficult blow for me, because my greatest desire was for her to spend Christmas with us. I was angry, that Thanksgiving. And the next one…

At any rate, what I’m trying to get at is that this Thanksgiving was different. In February, my brother’s second daughter was born. In a lot of ways, she’s my rainbow. I don’t think I really understood how important that was. Until I realized that, for the first time, I’m looking forward to Christmas. If you’ve been where I am, you’ll understand when I say: that’s hard, in its own way. Overall, though, it’s an amazing thing. I didn’t think I would ever be excited about Christmas.

Don’t get me wrong; I love Christmas! It’s my favorite holiday. I know that it isn’t about presents or decorations or music or any of those other things. I get that it’s about celebrating the greatest gift that mankind has ever received: the Lord Jesus Christ! Even when I can’t get excited about it, I’m still excited about it. 🙂 I mean, hello!: it’s Christmas! But it’s been different, the last few years. I haven’t been able to get into the “Christmas spirit”. And the idea that it’s all centered around the birth of a child… Well, let’s just say it’s been rough. It’s different this year, though. Praise God!

This was the first Thanksgiving, in recent history, that I didn’t have to make a choice to be thankful. Gratitude is always a choice, but I didn’t have to think about it this year. That was an amazing gift. I was absolutely reveling in it. I even did the shopping thing, the one that only crazy people do. And I enjoyed it! (And yes, for those of you who are wondering, I am almost done.)

On Friday evening, as I was sitting with my family, I got a text message from a friend. One of her dear friends, she had just learned, had spent Thanksgiving day in still birth. Talk about a deflation! My joy didn’t disappear (praise God! that’s huge!), but my excitement sure vanished. I was exhausted, after shopping all day, but instantly focused in a way I have seldom been.

It’s been over three days, and I still cannot stop thinking about the family. Their holiday will never be the same. Kelly Gerken (from SGM) calls it “the sacred place where heaven and earth meet” and talks about entering in, with families, to the place where they meet Jesus. I pray that this is the experience that this family had. I have prayed, many times, in these days, for the needs they’re experiencing right now. And my heart is so heavy for them. I pray that the Lord will use the package we shipped out to minister to the needs that only He can see. I would ask your prayers for them, as well, please. They need all the support they can get, right now. They have five other small children, as well, who need grace and understanding. My children have been a blessing, while I have grieved, but my grieving has not left them unharmed. They need our prayers!

Please continue to pray, too, for the ministry. The Lord is moving. I cannot see, at this point, exactly where and how, but I can see things popping up and I know that He is in them. Please pray that, as things begin to happen and move, we make decisions that honor and glorify Him, not just further our own agendas. The greatest desire of my heart is to glorify Him by serving others, not to get our name on the map. I would much rather have people know the ministry than my name. And if they’re only going to call on one name, His is the best one.

I have so much more on my heart, but I’m out of time, for now. Please pray with us.

By His grace and for His glory!