02 January 2017

A Life Unexpected (Part 1)

“Where You go, I’ll go.  Where You stay, I’ll stay.”

-“I Will Follow” by Chris Tomlin, Jason Ingram, & Reuben Morgan






The caterpillar sat on a small branch with the front third of his fuzzy body stretched up to the sky. 

“I was born to fly!” he exclaimed, “I just know it!”

He was tired of spending his entire days eating and crawling, and he was certain that he was made for something more.  But try as he may, he could not lift his little non-aerodynamic body off of the branch.


Okay, so I may have read The Very Hungry Caterpillar entirely too many times in the past couple of weeks to the little boy I babysit, but this scenario provides a pretty good picture of how my husband and I have felt this past year.  Before I dive into an explanation, I need to give you a little bit of background.  Last December, God very suddenly pulled us out of full-time ministry.  We absolutely know that it needed to happen, but the necessity of the removal doesn’t change the fact that we were ripped away from a life that we absolutely loved.  For a year and a half, we were passionate about the work we were doing, and we felt like we were fulfilling God’s purpose and call for our lives by using the talents and abilities He had given us to serve Him.  Out of the blue, it all came crashing down around us, and we found ourselves carried away in a whirlwind back to the area where we attended Bible college.  Since then, our heart has always been (and still is) to return to full-time ministry eventually.  However, God has not yet given us the privilege of doing that.


In the meantime, we have been focusing on healing, growing, and learning in the midst of the daily grind of a life we didn’t choose or want.  In the beginning, I desperately needed the break from full-time ministry, so even though I was grieving heavily, it was fairly easy for me to welcome this next chapter of our story.  However, as the months have passed and I have experienced more and more healing, I have found myself battling the discontent that wants to slowly creep into my heart.  I ache with the memories of spending each day taking care of my husband and the house and working alongside him to reach into the lives of those around us in various ways.  I especially miss the Sunday nights of laughing, playing, and discussing Biblical truth with the youth and watching my husband teach them.  Without a doubt, ministry had its own set of challenges, but there’s no other way we would rather spend our lives.  Yet, that desire seems so out of reach at times.  God has been gracious to allow us to help with leading worship at our new church, and He has given us a few short windows to help with youth events every once in a while.  While we are truly grateful for the opportunities we’ve been given, we still wish that we could devote more time to ministry.  My husband and I have both struggled off and on and to different degrees with feeling like that caterpillar this year: frustrated and stuck to the tree branch when we really want to fly. 


As I was wrestling with all of this again recently, God directed my thoughts to the life of His Son.  For each struggle that entered my mind, He reminded me of a relatable situation in Jesus’s life, thereby showing that He understands exactly what I am going through:

1)  In some ways, our current situation feels like a huge step backward from where we were.  We know that’s not true, but it’s hard to get our hearts on board with what we know.  Jesus is fully God, but He humbled Himself and came to earth as a human in the absolute lowest and most helpless of ways.  What a seemingly backwards transformation!  Logic says that this must have been a derailing of the fulfillment of His true calling and purpose.  Yet, He was right where God wanted Him to be and where we needed Him to be.  This humbling transformation was not a deviation from the course or a backslide.  It was the very fulfillment of His purpose for that time.

2) We work hard because God tells us to be faithful, but sometimes it feels like we are wasting precious time investing ourselves into our secular jobs.  This is not to say that our work is at all meaningless or unimportant, but it isn’t what we  really want to do, what we believe we were really designed to do, or what we believe we are called to do in the long run.  Jesus worked as a carpenter until He was thirty. 

3) I struggle with worrying about what other people think about our situation, though I know that God is the only One I should worry about pleasing.  People thought all sorts of things about Jesus.  Some thought He was from Satan.  Others thought he was a crazy person, a liar, a pretender, and a blasphemer.  Still others thought He was just a good man or a good teacher.  The truth is all that really matters, and God sees the truth.

4) We have been tempted to rush ahead of God into ministry without really seeking His will.  Jesus was also presented with the opportunity to rush ahead of the plan when Satan tempted Him in the wilderness with all the kingdoms of the world and their glory. 


Jesus understands what we are going through, which brings me comfort.  He shows me that I am equating ministry too much with serving God.  Ministry is certainly one expression of service, but service to God is ultimately obeying Him.  Obedience may look very different from what we expect.  The caterpillar is indeed made to fly in due time, but it is also made to eat and crawl in order to develop.  God is not only concerned about what we do, but who we are.  He sees our complete transformation and all of the works that He prepared in advance for us to do throughout that transformation.  Sometimes our job is to go.  Sometimes our job is to stay.  Either way, our bigger job is to trust Him, to obey Him, and to be faithful to what He has called us to do today.

26 December 2016

A Life Unexpected (Prologue)


“The mind of man plans his way, but the LORD directs his steps.”
-Proverbs 16:9

I always loved the board game called Life.  Well, I mostly just loved imagining who the little blue peg might be that I was putting in the driver’s seat of my car and wondering how many little pegs I would get to fill up the back seats of my real vehicle someday.  My brother, Ryan, was my favorite person to play with because I could bargain with him to let me alter my move to whatever I wanted it to be.  I always wanted the twins.  Now that I am a grown woman, the thought of carrying, delivering, and raising twins is slightly terrifying to me.  Nevertheless, my young and naïve self thought I always had to have the twins, and I could bribe my brother into letting me pretend I got the correct number on my spin to land on the “Twins!” space by letting him change salaries or whatever it was that he wanted to do. 

Ryan & I
Looking back, what I really loved about that game was that I could control everything, especially when playing with my poor, younger, easily-manipulated brother.  I could choose who I married, what house I wanted, what career I wanted, how many kids I had and whether they were boys or girls (even to the point of getting a second vehicle to be able to fit them all), and where I ended up.  When I played by the rules with someone else, it wasn’t nearly as fun.  I didn’t always like the way my life turned out.  My friends weren’t nearly so willing to let me bargain my way into the life I thought I wanted.

2015 Lightning Damage
Unfortunately (or fortunately?), playing by the rules is a much more accurate picture of real life.  We still have the free will to make choices, but there are so many unexpected factors that can come into play to thwart our plans.  Trees really do fall on houses, cars really do get stolen, the stock market really does slump, and we don’t all get our “happily ever after” type of adult lives exactly how we dreamed they would be.  If we did, some (not all!) of us would never see our need for God.  I am not at all saying that this is true of everyone who possesses such a life.  However, for many of us such an idyllic earthly life could end in tragedy.  Masked by material, social, physical, and emotional comfort, the hole inside us might not seem so unbearable.  The darkness of our heart might not seem so black.  Then, at the end of our short, happy lives, our souls would be lost forever.  Or, if we had managed to see our need for a Savior and believed in Jesus but didn’t see a need to surrender to His will, our lives would have been wasted.
                           
All of this is to say that most of our earthly lives will not go exactly how we plan or hope.  This might be because of personal sin, because of Divine intervention, because we live in a fallen world, or any other number of reasons.  Whatever the reason, the truth remains that at times life will meet or exceed our expectations and desires, and other times it won’t be what we were expecting or wanting at all.  However, this truth isn’t something to lament.  How often do we end up thanking God for refusing to grant a request for something we thought we wanted years ago?  When it comes down to it, we really don’t know what we want.  God sees our deepest needs and what is truly best in the scheme of His ultimate plan, which is much bigger than us.  Ultimately, the direction of our lives is not about us at all, but about God’s glory and the salvation of souls.


This is one of the many lessons God has been re-enforcing in my heart lately.  So much about my short little story so far is not what I would have chosen to write for myself, but it’s ultimately not about me.  I’m just one small portion of a much larger narrative.  For months, I’ve been arguing with God, and during that time I have found it hard to know what to write about for my blog.  Finally, I think I’m starting to grasp just a little of what He’s been trying to get through to me, and suddenly He has flooded my mind with words to write.  As a result, this post is an introduction to a five-part series in which I intend to share a few chapters from my story and some ways that I’m learning to accept and live this life that I didn’t expect to be living (ultimately, learning once again to truly surrender my life to God’s will, no matter what that may be).  Each post will also include some glimpses into the life of a Bible character who walked a similar path or experienced the same struggles.  It might get a little messy.  I am a sinner with a lot to learn (thank God for His grace!), but I’d love for you to join me on this journey of figuring out what to do with a life unexpected.  

08 June 2016

Finding Purpose in Life's Pauses

Do you ever feel like someone hit the pause button on your life?  Everything seems to be moving along, meshing together, and making sense when you suddenly find yourself getting launched into the air, and you wonder whether you will hit the ground running or shattered into a million little pieces.  Just a couple of days ago, I was cruising on a highway that I traverse almost daily, and I had to slam on the brakes twice to avoid hitting two pairs of deer within a few miles of each other.  There was a brief moment each time after I had seen the deer and responded accordingly where it was as though I was suspended in time.  In a few seconds, I would either crash into the deer, or I would miss them and gradually resume my speed with my heart still pounding in my chest. I had done what I could, and at that point all that was left was to wait to see the outcome.  Those moments of waiting, of anticipation, and of hanging in the unknown following unexpected circumstances can make us feel like life is stuck dangling over the abyss and that we are powerless to do anything but wait.    



When I've been faced with these "life pauses" (which has been much too frequently for my liking lately), my tendency has been to try to gain more control and to doubt God's love and His plan.  The more I succumb to that tendency, the more I find myself swimming in fear, anger, sadness, frustration, and worry when I could be resting in God's peace, power, promises, and preeminence.  When burden after burden and bad circumstance after bad circumstance start to pile up on my heart and thrust me into seasons of waiting, I have to make a choice.  I can seek my Lord for His guidance, comfort, freedom, and peace, or I can try to fix everything on my own (in which case I really have no business calling Him my Lord).  I've chosen the latter more than I'd like to admit, and I'm always faced with the reality that trying to fix my life on my own is futile.  Not only that, but in the attempt to do so, I grow to hate seasons of waiting and the painful experiences that often bring them about.

Yet, God tells me in His Word that I am to be thankful for trials (painful as they may be) and that I am to wait patiently on Him.  Both are crucial to the development of my character.  He never promised that my transformation would be painless, comfortable, and quick.  I am privileged to be a part of the worship team for Vacation Bible School at my church this week, and one of the songs describes this truth perfectly.  It is titled "Diamonds" by Hawk Nelson.  Check it out using the following link: 




As if the lyrics in the song weren't enough, God showed me a vivid illustration of the purpose of life's pauses and pain within the music itself as I was playing with the band.  As the vocalists repeat the words of the bridge, the instrumentalists begin to build in volume, technicality, and intensity.  Finally, after the bridge is repeated three times, the full instrumental sound climaxes with a crash on the symbols (by my studly husband, I might add) before suddenly dropping out completely while the voices alone ring out.  This empty sound lasts only for a couple measures before the band jumps back in with full force and resolve.  The section I just described is my favorite part of the whole song.  There is beauty in the complexity, the unity, and the variation that comes with the sound of the band as a whole, and yet, there is an equal beauty expressed through those few moments where everything is stripped away and the voices alone hang suspended in the air in anticipation of the coming return of the instruments.  Combined, the two techniques make for a powerful, goose-bump worthy effect.  Alone, they wouldn't have nearly the same impact.  Those simple, empty measures may seem boring and unnecessary, but they are anything but that when they are heard in the arrangement of the entire song.  

God drew my attention to the fact that my life pauses are much like those measures.  I may not enjoy them in and of themselves, but when I see my life as a whole from God's perspective, I can see that they serve several important purposes.  I mentioned one of the purposes earlier, which is to transform us and make us more like Him.  Another purpose is to bring us back to a point of complete surrender and dependence.  In times of uncertainty as everything gets stripped away, we are confronted with the idols in our lives and the areas where we are striving to be independent from God.  We see more clearly how much we are trusting in money when we lose our jobs and watch our bank accounts dwindle.  When God moves us away from all of our close friends and family, we may see how much we were relying on them to fulfill our deepest needs instead of the One who created us.  As our doctors share with us that they found cancer in the people we love, we begin to wonder if we really are okay with God's will no matter what it its.  If we were to lose everything in this world, what would we have left?  When everything else fades to the background, Christ shines forth as the only One that matters, superior above all else.  Once we are completely centered on Him, we can truly enjoy the beauty of the life He has given to us and appreciate His good gifts apart from the bonds of entitlement, false security, independence, and self-glorification and regardless of what circumstances we find ourselves in.  

God has also used my current life pauses to remind me of who He is and to show Himself in my life.  In the midst of my doubt and unfaithfulness, He has been so faithful to express to me in tangible ways that He still loves me, listens to me, and provides for my needs.   He has spoken to my heart through timely sermons at church, songs on the radio, and chapters in my devotionals by Elisabeth Elliot.  He has encouraged me through close friends who accept me as I am and who listen to understand, and He even provided for a desire that I had not specifically requested of Him.  He sees my heart, and when I doubt His love, He always points me back to His Son.  If there is anyone worthy of my trust and my patience during life's pauses, it is Him.