Sitting Down For A Chat

I had a discussion with a friend the other day about some struggles they were having.  While I was in the midst of it I heard echoes of discussions I’ve had with myself and other friends over the last five years or so.

We were talking about uncertainty, instability, financial insecurity, fear of the unknown, loss of relationships, all intertwined with feelings of anger, sadness, confusion and betrayal, accompanied with health issues neatly rounding off the package.

What I shared with them that day and I hope that I conveyed, is what I’ve learned about myself slowly and painfully.

It involves trust.

I have had an issue, and if I am not careful, I can still have an issue with trust.

I have this part of my personality that likes to know “the plan”.   If I don’t know “the plan”, I have been known to mentally spend hours devising “Plan A”, “Plan B”, “Plan C”, well, you get the picture.

On the plus side, this gift can work well in certain organizational and job skills.  It enables one to prioritize and administer goals and tasks, and can also help with vision casting.

On the minus side, this gift has shifted my focus at times off of what God has in plan.  When during the course of my life, “my timing” is different than “His timing”; that is when I’ve faltered or become afraid.

I don’t think I’m the only one that feels like this.

Well, truthfully, I know I’m not.  Often, in my ladies small group we would talk about things like this.  We “know” the right answer; we know we are supposed to lay our concerns down.  It is just hard to “do it”.  Or admit it is a struggle.

If you can relate to any of the above feelings, welcome to the group.

Probably a year or so ago, I kept asking Jesus this question if ever I was sad, angry, afraid, felt betrayed or confused:

“What is at the root of this feeling?”

It came back to trust.  However, what the Holy Spirit pressed into my heart was who I ultimately was not trusting.

I wasn’t trusting God.  That is as painful to type as it is to admit  then and now.

Were there circumstances or people contributing at the time to those feelings?  Yes.  Were there decisions or actions that I needed to make or confront?  Yes.

However, at the root, the intensity of my feelings was something else.  I wasn’t trusting God.

­­Gently, the Holy Spirit reminded me…. hasn’t He always been there for me?  Yes, Lord. You have been.

Any residue of sadness for a relationship with my Dad or my siblings…. hasn’t He always been there for me…always loving me? Yes, Lord, you have always loved me, even when I haven’t been loving or loved you as I should.

Any residue of betrayal or bitterness from past experiences…. hasn’t He always been beside me, understood any pain, loved me? Yes, Lord, you who endured what I can not even imagine, carried the weight of all sin, mine included, before I even came to be.

Haven’t I always had a roof over my head and food on my plate?  Hasn’t He always made provisions for me, even when I’ve forgotten to thank Him on occasions?  Forgive me Lord, for the many times I’ve neglected to thank you for all you have provided, and even begin to hint in my mind that I in some way contribute to it.  Everything is a gift from you.

I knew those things.  I know those things.  I just needed to be reminded.  I also needed to confess my sin of lack of trust.

Trusting God means you figuratively stand at a precipice of the unknown and willing jump off into His arms.

I haven’t been willing to do that too many times in the past.

I want to know what nets are in place.  I want to know what security measures there are.

Trusting Him means not knowing those answers.

Trusting Him means giving up things once thought important.

Trusting Him means following His lead when it doesn’t seem popular, or comfortable.

Trusting Him means sharing what little you have, when you’re not sure what will come in next.

Do I know what that means for me tomorrow, or the next, or the day or after that?

No.

That is what trusting Him all is about.

Is that scary sometimes?  Yes, I must admit it is – until I look backwards.

And that is when I remind myself, hasn’t He always provided for me?  Hasn’t He always taken care of me?  Hasn’t He always been there for me?

He has been faithful.  I’ve been the one to doubt and to fear.

Will I be weak and be fearful or worry again?  Probably so, that “need a plan” is part of my personality.  However, hopefully I have learned to recognize when I’m not trusting and confess that sin, and lay it at His feet.

Being thankful.  Making the mental shift.  It is when I do that I can see how He has blessed and provided.  I feel His peace.

Thankfully His presence isn’t about our feelings, He is always with us.  Always present, always faithful.  Always trustworthy.

I am the one that just needs to remember at times.

How about you?

Rejoice in the Lord always.  I will say it again:  Rejoice!  Let your gentleness be evident to all.  The Lord is near.  Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.  And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and  your minds in Christ Jesus.

Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable – if anything is excellent or praiseworthy – think about such things.  Whatever you have learned or received from me, or seen in me – put it into practice.  And the God of peace will be with you.

Philippians 4:4-9

December’s Children

Last week on the radio they were talking to callers about how they celebrated family members with December birthdays.  One caller went into great detail about how they waited to “celebrate” their daughter’s birthday until January when the Holidays were over, and how even one year they waited until after tax time and gave her extra money.

Seriously?

She really thought this was a good thing.

It made me sad for her daughter.

I wanted to remind this Mama (I am in the South), your daughter was born exactly when she was supposed to be, and for a particular reason!  Help your daughter appreciate this.  She doesn’t have to wait to celebrate that, in fact, it can be a special time of year for her.

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.  I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well…All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.  Psalm 139:13,14,16

What a beautiful time of the year to be born and to celebrate one’s birthday!

We all came into this world as a helpless baby, dependent on someone.  What a special time of year to learn about who we can really be dependent on!

Don’t put off celebrating your December birthday to a less “hectic” month.  God choose the day you were born for a reason.

Celebrate the fact you can connect even closer to the one who came to deliver.

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.  For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.  John 3:16,17

To those that share December birthdays…..I’ll say it again….

What a beautiful time of year to be born, and to celebrate!

Grappling

Why do I believe in God?

Do you believe in God?

How could you believe in a God who allows such things to happen?

I’m sure these are the questions and discussions going on after the tragic killing in the Connecticut school yesterday.

On my Facebook page there were countless posts and pictures remembering the victims.  One in particular had me thinking this morning.  The original post was from a “concerned student” asking God “why He allowed such violence in schools”, with God’s response being “I’m not allowed in schools anymore”.  What had me thinking this morning was a comment made.  The comment was:  “we should definitely instill imaginary friends that people can pretend to talk to in impressionable young minds. That should keep the crazy away”.

Imaginary friends.

So, I was thinking, how would I explain to this person that I believe in God.

Now, when I was younger my answer would have been (if I was being honest), I’m afraid not too.

I didn’t understand that the God of the Old Testament was the same God of the New Testament.  I was afraid of the Old Testament God, he seemed mean.  To be fair, I didn’t really read the Old Testament in it’s entirety so I didn’t have a clear picture.  I only had bits and pieces of the Old Testament told to me.  Now I can see a different picture.  The God in the Old Testament was a loving God, and one to be respected, honored and obeyed, with consequences for disobedience.  Now I feel I have a clearer understanding of what being in awe of God is.

I also didn’t understand Jesus.  I had been given mixed messages about who he was.  I didn’t understand that Jesus and God and the Holy Spirit were one and the same.  I figured if my logical mind couldn’t explain it, that it wasn’t right.  I mean that was what I was taught.  I was told you couldn’t question God, he didn’t like that.  Throughout scriptures we see people questioning, and grappling with God, making God their own.  Read the story of Jacob in Genesis 32:22-32

These are just some of the reasons I believe in God:

Like the air that I breath and can’t see, even though I can’t see God, I know He is there.

I see evidence of God in creation and the natural order around me.  I like the details.

Even when I haven’t seeked Him, he has cared and provided for my needs.

The logical side of my brain is satisifed with the eyewitness accounts and testimonies records both in Scripture and elsewhere of the life of Jesus.

I believe He is the there even when I don’t feel His presence.  (I am really thankful for this!  Psalm 139:7-10)

At our very core, I believe we all feel like we were put here for a reason, a purpose.  I believe we have this “God-hole”, this need in us that we try to fill.  For myself, for many years I tried to fill it with other things.  Some were not the best things, some were good things.  Either way, that “God-hole” didn’t get filled until I sought Him.

When I realized that Jesus was throwing out grappling lines to me instead of spears of condemnation.  I grabbed on.

My life changed.

Do I understand how and why bad things happen?  No.

God is sovereign.

For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the LORD.  As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.  Isaiah 55:8,9

He is eternal.  He is the Alpha and Omega.  The Beginning and the End.

My mind can’t really grasp that.  Knowing all things…everything, before it happens, all the answers, all the plans, all the time.  He does.

For I know the plans I have for you declares the LORD, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.  Jer. 29:11

A plan.  A future.  This home is not our permanent home.

Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea.  I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem  coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband.  And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Now the dwelling of God is with men, and he will live with them.  They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God.  He will wipe every tear from their eyes,  There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”

He who was seated on the throne said, “I am making everything new!”  Then he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.”

He said to me:  “It is done.  I am the Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and the End.  To him who is thirsty I will give to drink without cost from the spring of the water of life.  He who overcomes will inherit all this, and I will be his God and he will be my son.  But the cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the sexually immoral, those who practice magic arts, the idolaters and all liars – their place will be in the fiery lake of burning sulfur.  This is the second death.”  Rev. 21:1-8

I know the end of the story.

The Jesus that lay in the manger, came to the world, knowing he was going to suffer a painful death.  He did that for me, He did that for you.   It is overwhelming.

Evil will not triumph.

Have you grabbed His grappling lines?

Let Him wipe away your tears.

For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.  For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.  John 3:16

This line has stayed with me: “What if you woke up today with only the things that you thanked God for yesterday?”

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inspiration cardsAs I sit here crying… typing through my tears… words flowing onto the page just as fast as the tears cascade down my cheeks… I wonder… What would my life be without my Mother in it?  As naïve as this may sound, this is not a question I’ve ever asked myself. It is unfathomable to picture my world without one of my parents in it.  Unfortunately, I have friends who have learned all too young in life what it would be like once their parents left this earth.

Just imagine someone telling you, “If you don’t change your ways, SOON, then in two years you will no longer be on this earth!! The stress you carry will ultimately result in cancer… my guess is stomach cancer. Your depression will swallow you up and you won’t want to be here anymore!!  You could live until you’re 90 years old, but it…

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What I’m Reading Wednesday

In my effort to be a consistent blogger and keep up my personal blogging challenge, I’ve decided on a few blogging categories to help me.

These are the ones I’ve selected so far:

Memory Mondays

Tuesday Treasures

What I’m Reading Wednesdays

I was wondering what I wanted to highlight for my first ‘What I’m Reading Wednesday’ out of all that I’ve been reading this week.  I’ve been reading a lot of good ones, but I just had to share this one today.

candycoatedreality is someone that I have just started to follow.  For some reason, she happen to find my blog so I went and checked out her blog (yeah, that’s how this community works).  When I did, I saw her post on “Mayhem”, (another great read) to be followed by the post that I’ve selected.  I thought, ‘This is such a good post’, and has written about what is at the heart of every writer, wanting ones words to make a difference.

This is the post here:  Shine a Light

Our words are powerful, we may not know at the moment how they will impact the receiver.

My desire is to have my words bring Him glory.

Lord, use my words to draw hearts to you.  In Jesus name, Amen.

“You Is”

You is kind.

You is smart.

You is important.

Some of my favorite lines from the movie, The Help. (Kathryn Stockett)

I was reminded today of someone who made people feel that way when they talked to them.

Let me step back a moment first though.

I’ve recently started a part-time job, and one of the things that I’m trying to do is remember alot of new names and faces.  I was thinking about some of them this morning and also thinking about some of the little personal things that I already knew about them that is helping me remember and building that personal connection or relationship with them.

My community is expanding.

It is when we listen, share and learn something personal about the people around us that we can really learn to care and love each other.  The person who seems distant may be shy or have a relative in the hospital.  A seemingly imposing figure may just be a giant of a teddy bear.  How do we find this out?  By mainly taking the time to listen.

Too often when I’m busy, or when I’m “on a project” I can get so focused, I forget to listen.  I’m so engrossed with what I’m doing or what project I want to accomplish that I tune out what is happening around me.  I can get mired down in the details, particularly when there is a deadline, and focus so much on the details that anyone not working around me I can become critical of.  Sometimes I will tell the person, and sometimes I may not vocalize it, but I’m thinking it.  I’m talking about people doing their job, not just sliding by or passing the buck.

Working hard is okay, being judgemental isn’t.   As I’ve aged, matured I recognize the negative traits in me quicker.  I’m not proud of them, I’m just stating a truth.

Sigh.  Forgive me, Lord for my sins.  I’ll let you handle theirs.  Forgive my impatience.

I’m striving for a more balanced approach.  I’ve seen that example in Scripture, over and over.  (I must not be the only one that needs the constant reminder)  Jesus always took time to talk to people, made a personal connection with people.  Never too busy.

With this strived, balanced approach of being produtive and aware, I was thinking how could I show this to the people I have met?  Perhaps, asking one girl about her van that was in the shop, to show I was paying attention, or asking about the health of a loved one.

I started thinking, ‘I am never going to remember all this’.  (As mentioned, I’m maturing, i.e., mind can only hold so much).

I thought about someone in my life who had a knack for remembering names, details, it seemed about all the people she came in contact with.  I thought about my Aunt MaryAnn.

She had a way of making you feel special when you talked to her.  She remembered things about you.  You were important to her.  She asked questions.  She listened.

At her funeral, my cousin, Michael talked about her special gifts.  He said she had a way of always making you feel special, and when she talked to you and asked you questions, she really wanted to know about you and what was going on.  He said she was so interested in the lives of those she cared for and loved.  He talked about running into people that he hadn’t seen in a while who would know all about him and his family, because his Mom would have talked with them and was current with their families’ going’s on and vice versa.  (We are talking down to children and grandchildren!)

She was an encourager with her words.  You couldn’t stay down in the dumps.  She was a motivator, even during her battle with ovarian cancer.

My last, lengthly conversation with her was happy and bittersweet.  She wanted to know all about my family and how everyone was doing and what was going on.  She wanted to celebrate with me any accomplishments.  She had soothing words for family that is not around.  She had joyous words for loved ones around her.  She had peaceful, confident words for where she was going.  I was able to say goodbye, for now, and I love you.  Too often we don’t get that chance.

So, I’m thinking today about those around me.

Jesus feels the same way about them.  He feels the same way about me.  He feels the same way about you.

You is kind.

You is special.

You is important.