Pull your husband close and dance barefoot in the kitchen.
Cradle your littles and kiss those chubby cheeks.
Hug your tweens and tell them they’ll always be your baby.
Grab that teenager and tickle those stinky feet.
Pray in the car.
Point to Jesus.
Serve when it’s hard.
Choose love when it hurts.
Be thankful.
Gather your family for meals every day.
Speak life every chance you get.
Choose worship over worry.
Live,
Read,
memorize,
and teach your children
The Word.
Give honor to the One who created your family.
Fall in love with Jesus by falling on your knees.
Courageously pour hope into your home.
Stand your ground, mammas.
have a mother’s courage.
šIt means so much that you’re taking this journey with me.ā¤
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I turned to Aaron last night and said, “If she goes home in April, I don’t think Iāll survive it, baby.”
Taking my hand, he said, “We’ll get through it.”
The depths of human emotion are astounding. As soon as you reach the bottom of the well, your soul strikes a geyser, emotions rush to the surface, shattering the limitations of how you thought you could ever feel, or give.
The number one comment I’ve received after becoming a foster mom is, “I could never do that. I could never love a child and then give them back. It would be too hard.”
I know some of you’ve said those very words to me. You know the first person to say this to me?
Me.
About a gazillion times before you opened your mouth, so don’t sweat it. I’m pretty sure my head will pop off like a Barbie doll when/if she isn’t with us anymore. Soā¦there’s that.
I try not to think of that.
Oh, yes, sweet friends. You’re right, it’s hard.
Loving a child like they’re yours, but they arenāt is like trying to settle untamed land. I’m unsure which attachments to let grow wild and where it’d be wise to put up some fences.
Is she supposed to call me, mommy? I’m not her mommy.
What do I say when someone says, āCongratulationsā? She’s not adopted. In fact, she’s with us because of traumatic circumstances.
Knowing we’ll probably only have her for a season; the knowledge breaks and heals, gives and takes away. I don’t know how to feel, so I feel everything. It’s fascinating and difficult. Please, pray for me.
Some days lunge at me like a ginormous octopus. Emotional tentacles are yanking my gut, trying to reach a new understanding of what God’s love is really about. How can it spread in so many directions at the same time, with the same purpose? Is it even possible for me to love like him?
I promise I’m trying. I’m finding I don’t know how to successfully love my foster daughter, her birth mama, her birth daddy, her paternal grandma, the two social workers, three investigators, three lawyers, and the judge equally.
I’m failing.
Somewhere down the line, I’ve come to believe that if I love one too much, it will interfere with my love for the other. What if I love too hard, will the wells eventually dry up?Ā I don’t want to find myself cracked and parched, unable to love brave again.
The word tells us, “For God loved the world, that he gave his only son,”(John 3:16)
In other words:
He loved, so he did a very hard thing;
He loved, so he gave what was most precious to him;
He loved, so he endured.
He loved, so he hung, his lips cracked, his mouth parched.
The veil was torn. His body was buried. But it wasn’t the bottom of the well.
When the world thought Jesus hit rock bottom, a bigger rock rolled away, and the fierce love of God rose up.
I’m learning we can’t put boundaries and borders upon God’s love. We’re the ones slapping labels on His callings: Too Hard. Not Worth It. I. Just. Can’t.
Of course, we can’t! Love wouldn’t be holy if we could accomplish it on our own. Only through Jesus, “For in him we live and move and have our being.” (Acts 17:28)
After our last failed adoption, I was convinced a piece of me would never feel again. I was wrong. The death in that experience gave birth to a new depth in me I didn’t know existed. Under the surface of that suffering was an understanding that God’s designed us for more. More perseverance, more strength, more wisdom, more hope, more fight, more courage, and abundant love.
He “is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us.” (Ephesians 3:20)
We’re made in the image of God. So our love story on earth should look a bit like his.
Because he loves, we’ll do hard things. And because he’s with us, we’ll get through it.
I have baby onesies with no pudgy legs to fill them. I have space where I hung dresses for a job I didnāt get.
Having empty space in our lives, doesnāt mean weāre called to endure emptiness. Once a woman wept outside an empty tomb and was met by the hope of the world.
Remember Mary, the shamed woman whose heart was seen by Jesus? In Him, she was most likely cherished for the first time. Then she witnessed the desire of her heart mocked, beaten, and nailed to a cross.
Maryās new identity was mercilessly pinned to a piece of wood. Her hope was in Jesus. And now it hung lifeless for the whole world to see.
Our desires may be holy and epic!Ā For me, wanting to adopt is that one desire I feel Iāve been watching die a gruesome death. Itās out of my hands.Ā All I can do is stand aside and feel the fool for believing. Have you ever felt this way; that God entrusted you with a longing but it seems itās a no-go?
Iām guessing Mary may have felt this way. She proclaimed the hope of the world had come, and the next day they rolled a stone sealing His grave.
Still, she knelt outside the tomb, where her unmet expectations lay buried and dead.
Dying to self is a true death.Ā And itās OK to treat it that way. As long as we donāt forget: We worship a God of resurrection!
Mary went to Jesusā tomb, terrified and confused to find it hollow. She pleaded with the angels, asking where theyād taken him. (John 20:11-18). Itās not that she wanted Jesus to be dead, but itās what she expected.
Sometimes, we’re so busy focusing on the hollowness of a situation…we miss the hallelujah!
Weāre so much like Mary. If weāve watched a desire of our heart be abused and buried, we visit the grave expecting it to stay that way forever.
We forget what hope looks like. When this happens, we can miss it staring us in the face.
Hope looks like Jesus.
Hope is Jesus.
Mary didnāt even recognize Him when he appeared to her outside the tomb. She mistakes him for the gardener!Ā (John 20:15) She was seized by the fact things didnāt remain irredeemable. The world was whispering, “Whatās the point? What you hoped for is still dead.”
But the world lies. Thereās always a resurrection! Ā Whateverās Ā lifeless, looks different after revival.
Jesus looked different. He was glorified. (Philippians 2:20-21) I think itās why Mary didnāt recognize Him right away.
Itās the same with the desires of our hearts. Itās not that they arenāt lovely, but God has something planned to take our breath away! Something we havenāt considered. Something impossible.
This. Is. Faith. Standing outside a graveyard and believing resurrection will come.
Weāre completing our Foster Certification. Something mind you, we said weād NEVER do. God, through the past five years of loss and frustration, has been tirelessly crafting our powdered dreams into something completely different than what we expected to see. The idea of becoming Foster Parents was our equivalent of Mary mistaking Jesus for the gardener. We initially flipped out, āWhere have you taken our dead dream?!!ā I just wanted to remain face down, ugly crying like Mary.
Sometimes, itās easier to sit in disappointment then to step into the unknown. This is a big unknown for us! But I know the sweet face of hope. I refuse to mistake Him.
Weāre approaching a desolate space and expecting the impossible to happen.
Weāre expecting God to resurrect all that was lost.
Weāre expecting desires to look different.
Standing right in front of us, could be the glorified, holy, resurrected will for our lives.
Once, I swung open the front door of my mini-van, jumped inside, heard a growl, peeked over my shoulder and found myself face to face with two black dogs.
Seriously, who the heck put their stinkinā dogs in my mini-van?!
Um. Yeah. Not my mini-van.
Itās a bit terrifying how long it took to realize my mistake.
No one in the van was happy…and somebody definitely peed a little.
Hereās the deal: Donāt climb into someone elseās mini-van uninvited. It doesnāt matter how much it looks like yours. Same goes for our lives. Someone may appear to have a similar life, outlook, circumstance, parenting triumph or woe – but until youāve entered in, youāve no clue whatās really going on inside.
Never assume. Itās a waste of time. And donāt barge in. Itās too risky.
Wait to be invited.
This can be so tricky. Especially if the door of their life appears wide open. Ā Dusty goldfish are pouring out, the leaking juice box under the backpack has puddled next to a runaway credit card. You just want to offering a suggestion…right?! Stop. There could be some snarling teeth in there. Someoneās going to get hurt.
I canāt tell you how many friendships in my life have been strained because weāve felt judged by one another. Ā It makes all of us shut down and pull away. Ask yourself two questions:
Have I established mutual trust with this person?
If you havenāt known this person long, and you get all up in their business, it can feel like judgement. It may not be your heart! But remember, they donāt trust you yet. Itās not fair to expect them to know your intentions. Be wise and hold your tongue. But love them like crazy. Be a constant in their life.
Has this person indicated they want your opinion?
I have friends who I know donāt want my opinion- even though they love and trust me. Bummer is, Iām still prone to give it. Weāve got to know our audience yāall. Ā Itās hard for this Italian/Irish girl to shut it down! Iām learning at the speed of molasses ā I need to discipline myself in this area.
Does your friend let her kids watch rated R movies at the age of nineā¦guess what?!
Thatās not your mini-van!
Or maybe a friend doesnāt believe in vaccinations, or home-school, or private school, or public school, or any school!!
Yeah. Thatās not your mini-van either. Get out girl!
Itās hard to be a mom these days. Everyone and every book out there hisses, āYouāre doing it wrongā or, āYou can do it better.ā Our generation has trouble trusting God can equip us properly.
We turn to the next, āHow to…ā book, before we turn to Godās book.
We ask Siri before we ask the Spirit.
I believe the enemy’s in this; undermining our God-given instincts to parent our children well. He uses social media, articles and most aggressively- he baits us to tear each other down. We don’t need to be another blasting horn of judgement towards our sisters! Godās heart is for us to, āEncourage one another and build each other up.ā(1 Thessalonians 5:11)
Donāt know how to do this? I think it starts with less worrying about getting into someone elseās life, and inviting them authentically into your own. Living out grace is a powerful witness and gift; loving people regardless of their parenting choices. If a friend does ask your opinion, it’s a safe place to practice honesty. Any fiery pups in her mini-van should know you well enough not to snap.
āLetās baby wrestle! Iāll get on my knees and put one hand behind my back. You can fight normalā¦but don’t tell Mom.ā
My poor big brother; he desperately wished I was a boy. So I agreed, on several occasions, to ābaby wrestle.ā
Why did I entertain this sibling wackiness?! Iām sure a therapist would say it’s some quirky way of bonding. Whatever. Reality was, I knew- even though he was stronger than me, he wouldnāt hurt me. He couldn’t, or I would tell Mom. It was my chance to “bring it” full force.
God welcomes our desire to wrestle, too. He wants us to run full force into his arms when we’re frustrated. Of course He’s stronger, but He won’t crush us. We can’t hesitate to step onto the mat; where unmet expectations lay sprawled out on the sweaty, sticky floor, and “bring it”.
Listen loves, thereās no form of battle more intimate then wrestlingā¦
Itās grabbing hold; skin to skin, breath to breath, strength against strength.
Reaching out and seizing God – is seizing all that is good. But weāll never know if we donāt engage in the communion.
Do you want to know God? You must be willing to honestly approach Him. Get in His face. Itās beautiful, steadfast & glorious.
Do you want to know who you are? Accept wrestling with God is part of your refining. Jacob wrestled with God, and afterwards, God gave him a new name. (Genesis 32:22-32 & Hosea 12:4) It was in the wrestling God clarified Jacob’s identity. We could be missing a defining moment if we abandon the arena of connection with our Father in Heaven.
Three reasons we walk away:
Weāre full of pride. Deep down we think, whatever Godās purposes are, itās not valid enough for us. Therefore, weāve no desire to hear what he has to say. Weāre over it. Weāre over him. We love ourselves and our plan for life more than we love God. We truly think: heās not worth the sweat; the conversation isnāt worth our time. Simple as that.
Weāre full of misconceptions about Godās character. God’s always good. But if one smidgen of our heart suspects heās a bit evilā¦weāre not going to challenge him. We know heās stronger and suspect heāll pin us down and punch us in the face. Maybe, weāve misunderstood what it means to āfear Godā? Maybe, weāve confused loving discipline with punishment? But, somewhere along our journey, weāve believed the lie, āGod isnāt always good.ā
We think itās a sin to bring our questions to God. Nowhere, I can find, is it a sin to communicate freely with God. However, itās a matter of the heart. God sent his son, tearing down the veil separating us from direct communication with Him. He wants authentic relationship. He formed us in His imageā¦the image that presses in and fights for intimacy. The image so consumed with the desire to be known, heās moved space, time and history in order to touch us. Believe me: He wants to talk to you.
The majority of āfaith heroesā in the Bible, in some manner, pushed back at God when they didnāt understand his plan. Two elements of their wrestling are routinely evident:
They were humble enough to be honest. If youāre reading this thinking, I never question God in my heart, I always accept His plan without a struggle, I suspect youāre lying to God and yourself. If that was true, youād have perfect faith. Youāre not Jesus, sister. And even in His perfect faith, he asked God if heād be willing to change His planā¦three times! (Matthew 26:36-44)
They trusted Godās goodness. They knew Godās love was permanent. Even in their unbelief, anger and sorrow-God’s plan wasn’t to walk away. Instead of pinning them down in His strength, God firmly cradled them until they understood he was not only God, but also loving Father.
If you receive anything from this read, hear this: Itās better to run to God with your frustrations, then to run from Him in frustration. Take the first step onto the mat.
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Dear ones,
Iām writing you these truths because Iāve found myself huddled, in several seasons, in one of the āThree Reasons We Walk Awayā camps listed. Itās too much to break down in a simple blog post. I have a heavy burden on my heart for you if youāre in one of these spaces right now. Please message me.
We call it, āThe Dark Hole of our Marriage.ā I was thirty and had birthed three kids in 2 Ā½ years. Everyone around me was a total jerk. Everyone. Other mammas, my mirror, the mailman, and especially that speed-walker dude on Kellogg. Trust me – but donāt trust me. I hadnāt slept and each day was a blur of diapers, feedings and potty accidents. It wasnāt until I was thirty-three that I began to feel a bit human again. Kids were sleeping more; playing in the toilet less. I finally understood; maybe everyone around me wasnāt really a jerk. Maybe the honking lady in the Sprouts parking lot truly cared my baby was rolling away with my shopping cart. Maybe.
Perhaps, they were just offering an oxygen mask to a suffocating girl.
Life’s truly a canvas of mountains and valleys. One of the greatest dangers for extreme mountain climbers is lack of oxygen to the brain. When this happens, they get disoriented and canāt think clearly (Hello, motherhood!). They become incapable of ascending or descending the mountain alone. A fellow climber must place their own oxygen mask over the climberās mouth and physically help them down.
This is how God designed fellowship to work. Because we all have āmountainsā to climb, dear ones!
On some mountains, youāll be stronger than me. Your faith wonāt falter. Youāll have a week when all the kiddos are healthy, and youāve had bunches of quiet time with Jesus. Your oxygen tank will be 100% full with a backup in the mini-van.
On other climbs, I might be honking at your kiddo in a runaway shopping cart.
But what is our spiritual oxygen tank filled with? Encouragement? Wise words? Dinner on the doorstep?
All ofĀ these are precious and certainly loving. But weāre talking about our sisters SUFFOCATING!!! I donāt care how epic your baked pasta dish is, itās not going to cut it.
Two things are made from the breath of God in the Bible: Mankind (Genesis 2:7), and Godās word (1 Timothy 3:16).
This is no coincidence. When our spirits are gasping for air, we need the breath of Godās word poured into us. But what happens when weāre too worn out to lift relief to our lips? Youāre not the only gal who struggles to find time to read Godās word. But you donāt need to collapse on the trail and declare it hopeless.
Look around for other climbers – other believers. Use what’s left in your lungs to cry out, āSomeone, please speak the word of God over my life right now!ā
This is not shameful. This is brave.
Your life, your children, your marriage, your sanity, in some way, depend on your ability to recognize, youāre too exhausted to ascend higher by yourself. Some days, weāll need a sister to hoist us up, press the word of God upon our lips and carry us straight to Jesus.
And if this isnāt you right now, get ready for a search and rescue season! I guarantee thereās someone with an empty oxygen tank on your trail. Scoop them up, speak Godās truth into their life and take them to the King.
Sometimes Mammaās need help. But all the time, they need grace.
Once upon a time, at Trader Joes, I allowed my three angels to push their own mini-carts. Soā¦they decided to play bumper carts down the aisle of wine bottles. Smack in the middle of the horrific scene, another mom sauntered by, her two children peacefully pushing one cart and said,
āYou know, itās really not the best idea to let each of your children have a cart.ā
I donāt remember what I said. But I did not say,
āWow, thatās such wonderful advice. Youāve helped me feel like a non-idiot. You clearly care about me and the six shattered Merlots Iām about to pay for.ā
Yeah. I did not say that.
Moments later, a heroic Trader Joeās worker, rushed to my side as I confiscated the horrid mini-carts. I was attempting to balance all three on top of my big one.Ā She gently offered the kiddos a sucker while I completed my mission.
I look back on this day and ask myself-Ā Which character in this embarrassing story do I want to be? Our words and actions, even well intended, are pathways.
Here are key questions Iām learning to consider:
Is what I say or do, leading someone down a hallway to Godās love? Or, is it a route to my own self-validation?
Will this help them feel better, or me feel better?
Which corridor am I nudging people towards when I come to their aid?
I donāt think the mamma at Trader Joeās had a heart to help me. Ā She wanted to make it clear, she knew more about this parenting thing than me. Iām super guilty of behaving this way, too. We all struggle with insecurities when we seek validation outside of God’s love.
Once I shamed a mamma for packing her daughter marshmallows as a āhealthy snack.ā Not my finest moment. But advising her how not to feed her children, validated the way I chose to feed mine.Ā It was vain. Godās word makes it clear, āDo nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit.Ā Rather, in humility value others above yourselves.ā (Philippians 2:3)
Holding my tongue is just as hard as the Bible says. Godās shown me, sometimes I donāt really want to help, I want to be heard. If being heard by others becomes more important than loving them, weāve missed the mark big time. This is true in our friendships, marriages and everyday encounters.
Jesus didnāt say, the greatest commandment is, āLove the Lord your God with your heartā¦And the second is to give judgmental advice to all the tired moms on your street.ā
Nope. He said, āāLove the Lord your Godā¦Ā Ā And the second is like it: āLove your neighbor as yourself.ā(Matthew 22:37-39)
How did you feel loved when you were in this bleary-eyed stage? Consider those thingsā¦and then do them for others. Next time you see a crazy mamma balancing mini-carts in Trader Joeās, help her get the third one up with a smile. Ā She doesnāt need your advice, she needs your grace.
Thereās power in a name. Too often, we hand that power over to others.
My name is Arabic in origin, literally meaning, āsmall bird.ā I think itās cute. But last year, when a small bird built its nest in our front door wreathā¦I wasnāt so sure. Every time we opened the door, it whizzed into our house and repeatedly rammed into our fireplace. My youngest laughed, my daughter screamed and my oldest lurched with a determined broom to guide her outside. Hmmm. Am I a small bird?!
In 2018, I surely let circumstances label me – Slight, Insignificant and Weak.
All false names given by false friends.
We’ve all allowed false names to banner over us. Names like: Alone, Failure or Liar.
Instead of asking God for a word to live by this year, I asked Him for a new name. This year was straight up hard. 70 percent of the time, I felt 100 percent inadequate. I mean, face-down on a rug, sobbing, I-don’t-think-I’ll-ever-stand-up-again kind of inadequate. Maybe God had a new name for me; something awesome, like Phoenix?!A name to inspire rising up fierce from the heartache. But after failing to persuade my hubby that Phoenix is a super cool name for his wifeā¦ God dismantled my view.
In the book of Acts, Peter heals a lame beggar. Onlookers are astonished and,
” When Peter saw this, he said to them: āFellow Israelites, why does this surprise you? Why do you stare at us as if by our own power or godliness we had made this man walk? …By faith in the name of Jesus,this man whom you see and know was made strong. It is Jesusā name and the faith that comes through him that has completely healed him, as you can all see.” (Acts 3:12, 16, emphasis mine)
God didnāt have a new name for me; but a new understanding…
My name isn’t the one that matters.
This year, there were times I felt like this lame beggar – that I’d never stand again – miraculously, I did. And it had nothing to do with my name.
There were moments I felt I’d suffocate from unmet expectations – but I didn’t. And it had nothing to do with my name.
God works through the mire to birth His magnificence. I’ve lived this truth. If you have too, you’ve known no miracle on earth like it. When we’re not strong enough to stand – but still do – we’re face to face with our true identity.
“That is why, for Christās sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” (1 Corinthians 12:10)
When this small bird felt she’d never soar – she found herself wielding swords and charging into battle…because of a name. God uses the meek to bring forth the meaningful. This year, I’ll allow the weakness in me to lead to the wonderment of Him. I’ll be less concerned with the meaning of my own name, and seek to understand more the meaning of His.
For it’s in the purposes of Him that I find the purpose of me.
We don’t require a special new name to label us; we need to allow The Name Above All Names to live in us…
I have one big brother; and he is all brother. When we were kiddos, his love language was messing with me. I believed his Every. Single. Word. Stuff, like-
At the age of 12, Iād be sent to live on an Indian Reservation to make bead necklaces for the rest of my life–because I was a girl.
Andā¦
Dr. Pepper was called āDr. Pepperā because you were supposed to pour red crushed peppers in before you drank up.
Iām relieved my parents forgot to send me away, and eventually, I traded sucking red crushed peppers through stubborn straws for my beloved non-fat, with-whip, mochas.
My whole life Iāve had the ‘fun’ of knowing what it means to have a brother…but not a sister. Last week my daughter received a letter with the precious words crayoned,
āCiana, you can call me Sisterā.
I read it over and over, and all the feel-goods sprinkled over my spirit. My cousinās daughter had written them. Sheās adopted from Uganda and understands more than most, love makes a family. And God is that love. We enter a loving relationship with God; strike down genetic laws; and become sisters with other believers. But it doesnāt always feel that way.
If someone at church referred to me as āsisterāā¦I figured theyād forgotten my name. Honestly, there are times when hearing it from random ladies makes me roll all my eyes. Why can it feel so patronizing? When itās stripped down: we may be sisters in Godās family, but we often struggle to treat one another that way. It’s not on purpose! We’re busy. We’re tired. We’re overwhelmed keeping precious little humans alive and forget to really pray when we say we will.
When someone in a family struggles, it affects the whole household. If something is lost, all grubby fingers dig under the couch cushions to find it. If one kiddo hurls their body into the mini-van late, all the kiddos run like hyenas to get to class on time. If youāre in a healthy family, your lives are intertwined. But if you donāt live under the same roof, this gets tough. I think of the letters between Ciana and Milla. At such a young age, they’re making an effort to keep their lives intertwined. And thatās the keyā¦they’re intentional.
True sisterhood speaks these words:
When you struggle, my spirit will wrestle in prayer for you.
When youāre lost in an area of life, Iāll search Godās word for answers with you.
When you feel youāll never make it to the finish line, Iāll carry your heavy diaper bag.
But how can we authenticate our spoken words of sisterhood when life is so….much?
Here are three things Iāve found to be practical, powerful & completely do-able:
1. Fast together.
When a friend lays out a deep concern over coffee, I offer to fast with them for a week over the issue. Fasting doesnāt have to be dramatic. It can simply mean going without something you enjoy and replacing it with specific prayer. I typically choose to stop eating sugar. The struggle is so for real. Every time I’m all cravy, I stop right there and pray for whatever unique trial my friend is dealing with.
2. Pray at the same time everyday together.
Most likely, you donāt see your friend every day. So set an alarm on your phone to remind you both to stop what youāre doing and pray. I had a friend who was struggling with her husband when he came home from work. We set our phones to alert us to pray thirty minutes before he got home. When we were done praying, we would simply text, āAmen,ā to each other.
3. Dedicate a prayer journal to your friend.
I love to do this! I buy thin journal packs at TJ Maxx or HomeGoods, sharpie a friend’s name on the cover, and fill it up with prayers over their life. Some fill up faster than others and I donāt do it every day. Sometimes Iāll take a quick picture of the cover and text it to my friend saying, āYou were just covered in prayer.ā I imagine when I go home to Jesus; my children will find them and deliver them to my living friends.
Iām praying these practical tips spur your relationships to a deeper level. Itās not easy when youāre in the jungle of āAdultingā. But thatās why itās so important, isnāt it? We all need to know someone is genuinely in the thick with us. We all want someone to take the time to say, “Friend, you can call me Sister.”
āCarry each otherās burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.ā (Galatians 6:2)
Iāll stop here. Because Eli didnāt hear the āVā in Venusā¦he heard a āPā.
“Daddyās (insert misheard word) is a planet?!!!”
Ummmā¦
It took a while to explain nothing on our bodies constitutes a planet. However, itās pretty obvious we have trouble coming to grips the world doesnāt revolve around us.
A couple weeks ago, I wandered into our adoption journey with a woman I just met. Wide-eyed, she interrupted me, āFive years!? Ā How have you had the strength to go through all this and keep going?!ā
I paused; I didnāt know a smidge about her faith, religion, or worldview. The beauty of a testimony is it belongs to its storyteller.
āGod. Itās only through God. Itās the only answer I have. But, itās the honest answer.”
Iāve no clue what she was thinking, but wheels where definitely running full speed behind her furrowed brow.
Sometimes, we forget our struggle doesnāt make us the center of the universe. At times, Iām too busy expecting everyone to revolve around me because Iām hurting.
What ifā¦
The overwhelming amount of paper work,
Financial sacrifice,
Nights sobbing on the bathroom floor,
Naming and un-naming of children I thought were ours,
The ache of laying down my will in order to pick up Godās,
What ifā¦all of it was to testify to this one womanā¦God is good. God is strong.
Would that be enough for me? Do I have the heart of Jesus to go after the one? These are questions Iām challenged with.
Godās heart is missional. Heās created me in His image to be on mission with him. Oh, how he loves us. Oh, how he wantsĀ all peopleĀ to be savedĀ and to come to knowledge of the truth.ā (1 Timothy 2:4)
Our lives arenāt just about us. They are ultimately about proclaiming His great name. Each trial, victory, tear of joy and wrenching heartache can be used to point someone we love to Jesus. New wine is only made through the crushing of grapes. What if the product of the pressing isnāt for us to enjoy alone?
Your friends are watching you.
Your children are listening to you.
You arenāt the only one in the midst of struggle.
Praise God in the pressing.
It may bring new life to someone standing next to you. Thereās only room for ONE at the center of the universe.
“For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all.” (2 Corinthians 4:17)
