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Several months ago, my husband was scheduled to have major surgery. The surgery was canceled at the last minute because of an insurance issue. But by the grace of God, my husband was able to reschedule his surgery (with the approval of our insurance), and we are now in countdown mode.

I read through the information his doctor have him and researched his procedure more fully. As I read, an anxious pit opened up in my stomach. Not for my husband. I feel totally at peace, that the surgery is the Lord’s will for him, that the Lord himself will go before my husband and protect my him.

No, the anxiety I felt was for ME. I was suddenly aware of all I would need to do over the days and weeks ahead. I am rehabilitating an injury, so I am not fully healthy. I started to feel overwhelmed by all the thoughts of what I would have to do. How was I going to care for my husband, my children, work, shop, cook, and run our household? My anxiety blossomed into fear.

Praise God I had spent time in the Word the morning I decided to research my husband’s operation. I felt the Lord prompting me: WHY? Why was I scared? After all, I could entrust my husband to the Lord. I was able to remind myself that the same Lord who created the universe watches over my husband. The same God who spoke life into existence watches over my husband. The same God who caused the flood, parted the Red Sea, and fed His people with manna watches over my husband. The same God who sacrificed His only Son so that our sins may be forgiven, so that we may have eternal life – that God watches over my husband.

I know God goes before my husband. So why can I not apply that truth to myself? Why can I not take comfort in this truth? Why is my heart anxious when I have seen with my own eyes how God has redeemed me and delivered me?

Why do I not trust God to take care of me?

I had to acknowledge that somewhere, in my heart of hearts, I don’t know what it means to be really, truly taken care of. I learned early in life that I had to take care of myself. My independence was commended. As a child, I can recall times I needed a parent and didn’t have one to care for me. This affected my relationship with the Lord, because for many years, I had a warped sense of what a father should be. The Lord, in His great love for me, has healed much of my past and He has made a way for me to honor and love both of my parents. But there remains a part of me that doesn’t know how to let the Lord take care of me.

As a dear friend reminded me, it is when we feel most alone that we truly realize God is our everything. The Lord led me to these sweet verses:

The Lord your God is with you. He’s mighty to deliver. He takes great delight in you. He will quiet you with His love. He rejoices over you with singing. (Zeph. 3:17)

He will not allow your foot to slip; He who keeps you will not slumber. (Psa. 121:3)

For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Rom. 8:38-39)

I will never be able to do all I need to do in my own strength. Not through my husband’s recovery, not through anything in life! Praise God that His grace is all I need, and that His power works best in my weakness (2 Cor. 12:9).

Growing in Grace

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Family conflict is horrible. When the strain and awkwardness runs on for years you began to pray, “Is this ever going to end, Lord? I try and follow you, and it just seems no reconciliation is happening. I thought you would answer my prayers by now?” But He doesn’t. He hasn’t allowed me to see these prayers answered just yet. I would be lying if I told you that I didn’t grow weary, or lose a bit of hope. I have even asked, “God, are you even listening to my cry!?” It is crazy to think about but I even thought about physically moving away. Like to a different state. All so I wouldn’t have to deal with the added pressure of feeling like a complete outcast in my family for following the Lord in the direction He was calling me.

I was going to have to be surrounded by family and I wasn’t sure how it would turn out. I thought everything was going great in my family for the first time in a long time, but something changed. There was weird tension, and I was being treated oddly. Again.

Though I’m still not sure how it happened, I had felt like we were finally in a good place, a place where I could go to a family function and not feel as though I was walking on egg shells. I thought we were finally to a point where I could show up and be myself. When this weekend was approaching I grew more and more anxious. I had to truly ask myself, “Are you allowing the devil to trick you into thinking something is wrong here?” I feel like he knows exactly what to do to stir the pot in my family. Alternatively I prayed, “Lord, are you growing me? Are you disciplining my heart? Is that why you want me to be so uncomfortable?” I was a wreck.

While I was struggling with this, I was reminded of these verses from Hebrews:

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 in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet was 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 the time of need. (Heb. 4:14-16)

And then I realized that Christ came to earth, in the flesh, and experienced a human existence. He felt everything from being tempted, betrayed, and forsaken, to experiencing sadness, loss, and the unimaginable weight of the world on His shoulders. I would never compare my burdens to those of Christ. But I am only human, and I feel as though sometimes my shoulders aren’t that big. This time, I couldn’t allow Satan to take my joy.

During a lecture one night Laurie was speaking on Psalm 22 when David was crying out to the Lord because he was at a breaking point. He was in a place where his feelings were about to override his faith. He couldn’t allow that to happen. On my notes that night I wrote, “How many times have you been here?” When the morning came for the family gathering, I woke up thinking and telling my husband, “I can’t allow this anymore. I won’t! I can’t live like this. This is a horrible way to feel around family. I want to have joy and rejoice in these moments.”

A lot of times when we are facing a situation the last thing we think about is Christ in that moment. For me, that is how it has always been. Survive this now, and pray later. Now I do my best to direct everything to Him. When I woke up that morning I couldn’t believe that I had gone so long without asking Jesus to intercede on my behalf. I couldn’t believe it. He hears me; He intercedes for me. I may not be able to see it right now, right in the very second I need Him to show up. But I need to believe, I have to believe that He is for me. No matter who I feel is against me. It may be family, friends, or co-workers. But God Almighty is there.

I got on my knees and prayed. After that, I picked up my phone and messaged my sweet friend. I asked her if she could specifically pray for the events to come. She quickly replied. We got in the car and I praised His name the entire way there. I worshipped at the top of my lungs. My husband didn’t mind at all. Ladies, the God you serve is so much stronger than the stress, anxiety, and pain that plagues you. What you get stressed and intimated by may not be like my situation. But there is one thing that applies to all Christians: the power that raised Christ from the grave dwells inside of you.

While at the gathering I spoke truth to my heart, just like David had to. I kept repeating David’s prayer, “Be not far from me…” (Psa. 22:11). For the first time in a long time I felt like I could breathe in the midst of it all. There will always be something trying to pull my focus from Christ, trying to make me focus instead on my circumstances. But, after a while of being there I saw that I had done all I could do. I put it in the Lord’s hands, and there was no need for me to run back to the emotions that had ruled me. I didn’t have to impress them anymore, and there is a freedom you finally feel when you realize that who you are in Christ is enough. As we got in the car to leave, I looked at my husband and realized there was no overflow of emotion to talk about. There was no anger to sort through from something someone said or did to us. So, I went right back to worshiping His name. That’s really all I wanted to do; I didn’t want to talk or even speak. I just wanted to sing to my King and thank Him for His faithfulness and for protecting our hearts.

Sometimes people will get upset with you when you place Him above their earthly ways. Sometimes people can’t see that there is a much bigger picture than the hold of their traditions passed down from generation to generation. I trust that God led me on a path. I knew back then that I needed to obey Him. I knew it would cause strain and discomfort for me. But fearing God and not wanting to feel like a Jonah was more important to me. I couldn’t see it then, but oh how I see it now! I can truly say that loving Him more and being obedient to Him above all is more important to me than any stress any one can cause in my life for doing what He told me to do.

I love this verse, Deuteronomy 31:6: “Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.”

All for His Glory

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Who am I under my makeup?
Am I someone who’s afraid to be seen
Or am I a daughter of the King?

Who am I under my makeup?
Am I someone who’s afraid to be real?
Or have I been marked by the Holy Spirit’s seal?

Who am I under my makeup?
Am I someone who’s defined by my wrinkles and flaws?
Or have I been set free from the laws?

Who am I under my makeup?
Am I someone who just isn’t good enough?
Or am I covered in Jesus’ blood?

Who am I under my makeup?
Am I someone who doesn’t like my own story?
Or was I created in the image of God’s glory?

Who am I under my makeup?
I am someone who chooses to believe,
That I am a daughter of the King!

Learning to Live in the Garden of Grace