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Near: Showing, and Being Shown Grace Through Pain

Experiencing pain is part of life. Hopefully it produces growth. Regardless of what gets us into uncomfortable or agonizing situations, our Father is always near to us showing us grace.



Riding a skateboard isn’t like riding a bike. You can’t jump on a board and grind your way through the neighborhood if you haven’t ridden in months. It takes core balance and a strong center of gravity, both horizontal and vertical. A lot of continued practice is necessary to hold your own on a board and become an aggressive skater. Or to use the skater term: shred. Bombing a hill is even more intense than that.

My 10-year-old son, has a pretty gnarly skateboard. My husband, Sean, got it for him right after we moved to Northern Virginia at the beginning of 2016. Last week, he tried something brave. Historically he has started at our driveway and allowed the board to pick up speed as he glides down the slight grade of our street. But yesterday he went three houses up to the top of the hill. About 35 to 40 yards down he zoomed past our house. He saw Sean watching from our yard and yelled, I’m going too fast! I’m terrified I’m gonna crash! Sean started walking toward him.

Soon after, the wheels started to shimmy. In his fear, he didn’t remember to crouch or heel brake; he just stood straight barreling down the hill. Inevitably, he crashed and rolled about 20 feet. Sean got to him. He asked, “Can you stand up?” The response, “No.” So Sean picked him up. They made the walk back to the house, my son unavoidably smiling because Sean said: That was epic. I guess you know your new limit.

At this point I walked outside and my girls told me he had crashed. I asked if it was bad and they said, “Dad’s with him.” When I saw the blood, I went back inside, grabbed first aid supplies, and took over.

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Pain and Grace…

For Sean, caring for our son in that moment meant letting him be in pain, but holding him through that pain. He said, “Crying doesn’t make you weak; it just means you feel. They aren’t synonymous with one another. Pain is real; consequences can sometimes be overwhelming, but our Father stays. So will I.”

As a mother, I knew he would be okay. In God’s mercy, there were no broken bones, and his helmet had protected from a head wound or concussion. I didn’t want to fuss over him, but he was in a lot of pain. Tending to his wounds with soft cloths and oils felt like the natural nurturing thing to do.

Both approaches were good and right. Now, we haven’t always responded the way we did last week. Sean used to approach injuries with practicality. If they weren’t dying and didn’t need stitches, they’d feel better soon enough. But he was never harsh or uncaring. I, on the other hand, took the path of reassurance and hands-on treatment. Whatever they needed to feel or express in the moment was okay while I communicated the pain wouldn’t last forever. Discomfort in others equals discomfort for me. I needed to fix them and make them happy ASAP. I feel like Sean and I balanced each other out, even if we didn’t see eye to eye with the other’s methodology.

That’s why my son’s most recent crash was different. Sean took on a role of nurturing and attentiveness. I still cleaned up the wounds, but it wasn’t because of a felt need for tranquility. It had more to do with the fact that we were on our way out the door and I didn’t want blood dripping down his arms and legs at a restaurant. There was no question he would be okay. And I knew his father had cared well for him.

Near…

Experiencing pain is never fun whether self-inflicted or not. But last week’s event reminded Sean and me that every moment of brokenness is an opportunity to show or encounter grace. Testing boundaries is part of life. Hopefully it produces growth. Regardless of what gets us into uncomfortable or agonizing situations, our Father is always near to us.

Be strong. Take courage. Don’t be intimidated. Don’t give them a second thought because God, your God, is striding ahead of you. He’s right there with you. He won’t let you down; he won’t leave you.

Deuteronomy 31:6, MSG

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Grace: Forgiveness and Redemption is Available for Everyone

We are all sinful and in need of God’s radical grace. It is only His forgiveness and redemption is what brings true righteousness.



There are two enticing schools of thought Christians generally gravitate toward:

  • I am a sinner and need to be redeemed. (Yet still believes they’re basically good.)
  • My sin is too great. I don’t believe God could possibly forgive me.

Both are wrong.

Yahweh, if You considered sins, Lord, who could stand? But with You there is forgiveness, so that You may be revered.

Psalm 130:3-4, HCSB

We are all sinful and in need of God's radical grace. It is only His forgiveness and redemption is what brings true righteousness.

Sinfulness

Several months ago, I read about a father and son duo in 2 Kings 20 and 21. The father, Hezekiah, got sick and was going to die, but he reminded God of how he had lived his life to please Him. In response to this, God granted Hezekiah 15 more years to live.

Three years into Hezekiah’s bonus 15, he had a son, Manasseh. He was an evil dude.

Manasseh also shed so much innocent blood that he filled Jerusalem with it from one end to another. This was in addition to his sin that he caused Judah to commit. Consequently, they did what was evil in the Lord’s sight.

2 Kings 21:16, HCSB

God spoke to Manasseh and his people, but they refused listen. Not only was Manasseh a mass murderer, he transformed the people he ruled over into a nation of sinners. As I read about this all I could think was: Man; if God hadn’t added years to Hezekiah’s life, Manasseh wouldn’t have been born and none of this horrific stuff would have happened. Be careful what you beg God for.

Forgiveness and Redemption

Fast forward to this past week when I read the 2 Chronicles account of Manasseh. I was shocked to find out that when Manasseh was captured by the Babylonians as Isaiah had prophesied, he humbled himself and repented to the Lord. But that wasn’t the thing that rattled me. God forgave him.

He prayed to Him, and God was moved by his entreaty and heard his plea and brought him again to Jerusalem into his kingdom. Then Manasseh knew that the Lord was God.

2 Chronicles 33:13, ESV

Wait; WHAT?!

Of course. God knew what would happen and He chose to fashion a story of redemption from the worst of the worst. But it feels too generous. Manasseh filled Jerusalem with innocent blood and turned a godly nation pagan. Then God not only forgave him, but restored him to his kingdom. It’s hard to reconcile that, because if I’m being honest, I don’t think my sin is that bad.

Radical Grace

Matthew 5 has been greatly instrumental in helping me understand the radical grace revealed in the story of Manasseh. It also shows that no one is good and God does not weigh sin as we do. Manasseh’s forgiveness seems undeserved. Yet Jesus told the multitude, hating someone is equal to murdering them, and lusting after someone is equal to committing adultery. Jesus Christ is the only good that ever existed in the world.

The actions of sin have different ramifications. If I hate another member of my church body, it is a transgression. Keeping the hate to myself would fester and rot my heart, and the ripple effect would slowly poison those around me. In contrast, if I had an affair, everyone would know about it and the result would be a tsunami of grief. However, both are evils that flow out of the heart and the penalty is separation from God.

Yet the Lord longs to be gracious to you; therefore He will rise up to show you compassion. For the Lord is a God of justice. Blessed are all who wait for Him!

Isaiah 30:18, NIV

We are all sinful and in need of God's radical grace. It is only His forgiveness and redemption is what brings true righteousness.

True Righteousness

Over and over in scripture we see God knows our hearts. Outward morality puffs up and God wants none of that. Pointing a finger at someone whose sin is front page news gets the focus off of me and shrouds my pride. I may even feel the illusion of righteousness. Isaiah 64:6 immediately dispels that hogwash when our righteous deeds are called menstrual rags!

We are saved by grace. It is the gift of God. No human’s good deed or righteous act can produce salvation. Nor is there any sin the blood of Christ has not covered (1 Peter 3:18). That is why the gospel is such GOOD NEWS!

Seek the Lord while He may be found; call upon Him while He is near; let the wicked forsake his way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts; let him return to the Lord, that He may have compassion on him, and to our God, for He will abundantly pardon. For My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways, declares the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts.

Isaiah 55:6-9, ESV


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We are all sinful, having failed and fallen short.
Praise the Lord for redemption through Christ!

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Friendship: A Practice in Sacrificial Love

Worldly standards on friendship can hinder our ability to be a Godly friend. In our quest to become the “truest” friend, we often stretch our personal boundaries and limits to the point of breaking. The Bible offers a multitude of advice on friendship and why sacrificial love is key.



I have the worst habit of telling new, potential friends that I am a “bad” friend. I began believing this idea when I started comparing what my friendships looked like with other friendships.

Surely a good friend should be able to drop anything at a moment’s notice. Isn’t a true friend able to carry the other through any darkness with strength and perseverance? Aren’t you “supposed to” go shopping, do lunch dates, talk on the phone?

I figured, since I wasn’t able to follow through on these standards 100% of the time, it meant I was not a “good” friend.

Well, that’s a load of junk.

Friendship: The Honest Truth

In my experience, stereotypical norms discourage Godly friendships from thriving. The world standards of “girl-friends” doesn’t always align with my personality type. I am not one for getting excited about shopping dates. I sometimes cringe at the thought of play dates. Socializing leaves me feeling exhausted. Typically, I get heavy after long conversations. Not by the subject matter, but by over analyzing my words and interactions.

Most people cannot commit to answering the phone WHENEVER the call comes; work, sleep,  and alone time are extremely important. Many of us can say that we will not ALWAYS make that coffee date; life happens and money is sometimes tight. We cannot ALWAYS keep it together while the other is going through a valley; pretending to have it all together is tiring, and quite frankly, insincere.

So, are these the reasons friendships go awry? Does lack of perfection cause us to feel guilt and give up?

Worldly standards can hinder our ability to be a Godly friend. The Bible offers a multitude of advice on friendship and why sacrificial love is key.

Friendship: Where We Go Wrong

When thinking back on fizzled out friendships, I was surprised to find they were completely within my control. Instead of enriching relationships inside my own God-given strengths, I shook them off. I compared and belittled what I brought to the table.

Having a successful relationship, doesn’t usually fit into obvious standards. Feeding into the lie that we have to be like all the other friendships, is where we go wrong. God created us to be exactly who we are: unique. Thus, our friendships will be unique.

You use steel to sharpen steel, and one friend sharpens another.

Proverbs 27:17, MSG

God ordains friendships knowing that each person has what the other needs. When we try to operate outside of this knowledge, we mess it all up. When we refuse to allow God’s love to fill in the empty spaces, our friendships die.

Worldly standards can hinder our ability to be a Godly friend. The Bible offers a multitude of advice on friendship and why sacrificial love is key.

Friendship: What the Bible Says

The Bible emphasizes love as the greatest way to be a friend. When we come together IN love, TO love, we are committing our hearts to serving the Lord.

Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins. Offer hospitality to one another without grumbling.

1 Peter 4:8-9, NIV

Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves. Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Share with the Lord’s people who are in need. Practice hospitality.

Romans 12:10-12, NIV

Jesus spoke the most significant advice on friendship…

This is my command: Love one another the way I loved you. This is the very best way to love. Put your life on the line for your friends. You are my friends when you do the things I command you.

John 15:13-14, MSG

Friendship: The Promise

Jesus’ sacrifice gives us the greatest example of how to truly be a friend. Laying down our lives doesn’t necessarily mean our hearts stop. Sacrificing our lives looks like prayer. It looks like following through, being trustworthy, showing respect. Sacrificing ourselves resembles grace in the midst of pain; love in spite of selfishness. Love looks like 1 Corinthians 13.

I have come to terms with the fact that I will always be in a state of progress. I will never, ever be a “perfect” friend because I am not Jesus. Understanding and accepting these truths, has made me realize, I’m not a “bad” friend just because I’m not a “perfect” friend. I may not commit to every coffee date, phone call, or outing. But, I can promise, from the depths of my being, that I will love fiercely.

If we can become comfortable with who we are and what we have to offer, I believe we would see less broken relationships/friendships. Striving to love in friendship, honors God more than striving to do and be all the things.


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Forgiveness: Six Things We Can Do When the Pain Lingers

Forgiveness can be extremely hard and the pain feels like it will never subside. What can we do to heal, when the apology never comes? What does the Bible tell us about forgiveness and remorse?



Most of us learn about forgiveness and remorse early in life. In my experience, these two lessons work in tandem best when parents help mediate. (Especially when siblings are involved.) I was taught to apologize to my brothers, my parents, anyone I had hurt, to God. In turn, I learned to forgive those who had asked for forgiveness. As I got older, this lesson became harder. I did not comprehend, as a child, that some day forgiveness would be given even without an apology.

Honestly, I was under the impression that this tandem operation would be much more of a “thing”. Consequently, the less influence my parents had on my daily decisions, the harder it became to forgive and be forgiven. It was a challenging lesson as a child, and it’s even harder now. For me, it’s not the apologizing that’s difficult, it’s forgiving in spite of the pain. Especially, forgiving when the apology doesn’t happen. How do we transition toward a posture of healing when our pain goes unacknowledged?

Fresh into marriage, I learned the hard way that my husband could not read my mind. This is true for a majority of the population… we are not a clairvoyant species. Needless to say, the silent treatment got me nowhere. Indeed, the smarty, backhanded comments did NOT portray the hurt I was feeling. I had to learn how to, clearly and gently, communicate what I was upset about. When I was able to approach my husband in a posture of forgiveness, it made it easier for him to understand my pain and truly apologize.

 

Forgiveness: What the Bible says…

Forgiveness can be extremely hard and the pain feels like it will never subside. What can we do to heal, when the apology never comes? What does the Bible tell us about forgiveness and remorse?

 

Since you have been chosen by God who has given you this new kind of life, and because of his deep love and concern for you, you should practice tenderhearted mercy and kindness to others. Don’t worry about making a good impression on them, but be ready to suffer quietly and patiently.  Be gentle and ready to forgive; never hold grudges. Remember, the Lord forgave you, so you must forgive others.

Colossians 3:12-13, TLB

 

For if you forgive other people when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you…

Matthew 6:14, ESV

 

Whoa! We have to suffer “quietly and patiently”, ever “ready to forgive”. Why? God COMMANDED us to forgive, anyone and everyone so that we, too, could receive forgiveness. Commanded. It’s not easy, it’s not fun, and it doesn’t seem fair. For us, forgiveness is usually second in line to our grief and we let it stay there until WE are ready. When the pain subsides, then we forgive. However, God is just and His timing is perfect. FIRST forgive, THEN cast your heartache on the Lord for He will mend you.

 

Give your burdens to the Lord. He will carry them. He will not permit the godly to slip or fall.

Psalm 55:22TLB

 

Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you.

1 Peter 5:7, NLT

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Forgiveness can be extremely hard and the pain feels like it will never subside. What can we do to heal, when the apology never comes? What does the Bible tell us about forgiveness and remorse?

 

Forgiveness: What to do…

I’ve found that healing of the mind and heart can take some time. All types of emotions creep in, during this season: anger, bitterness, sadness, self-pity. How do we handle these in a healthy manner? The list below contains methods that I have personally used during times of healing in order to combat these ugly emotions…

Throw some rocks

Living in the country has its perks. I do not recommend throwing rocks if you are surrounded by a lot of neighbors. Otherwise, they will have to forgive you for a broken window. Alternatively, wetting some paper towels and throwing them at your shower wall bears the same result. But, rocks are fun.

Write it out and burn it

Seriously, this is awesome. Get it all out; the messy, fractured emotions. It is pain, leaving the mind, through the hand. Fire destroys the negativity, physically and symbolically.

Exercise

Exercise is self-explanatory. I have found, being physically active can help release ugly feelings. Make sure it is something you actually enjoy doing. Turning on some upbeat music and having a solo dance party, can shake those negative emotions right out.

Wake up early to pray

Oh my gosh! Sleep is so precious. However, losing a few minutes of sleep replenishes our souls. Waking up 10-15 minutes earlier to pray for those who have hurt you, will bless you and them! “ Bless those who curse you. Pray for those who hurt you.” (Luke 6:28, NLT)

Talk it out

Connect with someone you trust and talk it out! Your spouse, a friend, a pastor, a counselor, someone who knows your intentions and your heart.

Don’t dwell

Devotions, scripture, music, podcasts, hobbies, subjects you love; all these things should occupy your mind as to not dwell on the pain. I discovered that the longer I would dwell, the longer the pain stuck around.


The break away…

Just this evening, as I was finishing up this post, God gave me opportunity to follow through on His command. There was a disagreement, with hurtful words thrown around. In that moment, I failed the test. I was hurt and was not quick to forgive. Boy, will I remember this night. Not because of the pain, but because of the shame. I let God down and did not heed his commandment. How can I write these words for you and not live it out?! Praise the Lord for His grace!

What about you? Is there pain getting in the way of you forgiving? In what ways have you coped during a healing process?


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Living Vulnerable

Learning to be vulnerable can be scary, but the reward of living this way is great. Being open allows God to redeem us and be an encouragement to others.



This is one of the hardest posts I’ll have to write. It’s all about me. I’m not particularly fond of talking about myself, but I am an expert on the matter (sometimes). Simply put, I’m Katie! This is the most “to the point” I can ever achieve. “But who IS this Katie?” So far, I have attained the titles of wife, mother, daughter, friend. Most specifically, I am an Executive of Household Management. Majoring in the Studies of Efficiency, with a minor in Cooking Sciences and Day Planning. Seriously, I’m a homemaker. I make our home run while chasing three handsome boys (one of which is my husband).

I get through the day on coffee, wine, and my sweet friend Jesus. I adore science fiction movies and fantastical stories. I love creating and imagining. I gain most inspiration after conversations with my husband (he’s the “talker” of the relationship) and trips to the beach. Being a mom… Wow! Two of the greatest moments happened when my two boys took form (biased)! They are difficult, and confusing, and make me say the strangest phrases sometimes (I’ll let you imagine what two boys can accomplish). But they bring a beautiful level of love and energy to our home that I would never want to replace.

Now, to the nitty bits… GERONIMO…

It’s difficult for me to pinpoint one or two specific instances that started me along my journey. Most moments in my mind are not compartmentalized. It’s gray in there. However, I can say, starting at a fairly young age, I allowed insecurity to guide my thoughts. I allowed people, loved ones or otherwise, to heavily influence decisions I made and, ultimately, the way I thought of myself. I allowed negativity, of all shapes and sizes, to make their homes in my mind. Instead of a flourishing confidence, a dangerous spirit took hold of my heart. I found it easier to listen to whispers than the booming voice of God.

As you can imagine, if a trend like this continues into teen years, the outcome in early adulthood is crippling. There was, and still is, a constant battle of overcoming negativity and insecurity. Outcomes of this mindset are not shining moments in my life. I entered toxic relationships, cut off friends, passed up opportunities, ignored family, caused myself physical harm, made unhealthy decisions. I don’t look back fondly on these choices. They are ugly, and raw, and very difficult to discuss. These are the bits that are the dingiest and can push people right out the door.

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However, when you turn your darkest parts over to the Lord and ask Him to make something beautiful, there is a level of vulnerability required. The gritty, nasty pieces need to be on the table to make your testimony valuable. That’s my prayer. That my continued lessons, my pain, my journey bring hope through the saving grace of Jesus. That this life will glorify God, and all that I do and say be in obedience to His commandments.

 

God didn’t set us up for an angry rejection but for salvation by our Master, Jesus Christ. He died for us, a death that triggered life. Whether we’re awake with the living or asleep with the dead, we’re alive with him! So speak encouraging words to one another. Build up hope so you’ll all be together in this, no one left out, no one left behind. I know you’re already doing this; just keep on doing it.  

1 Thessalonians 5:9-11 (The Message)

 

I may not always write about new and exciting things. At times, we may get heavy and raw, but I hope the words you read will, ultimately, uplift, encourage, and wrap you with a warm blanket. Don’t like warm blankets? I have ice water. Let’s laugh and cry together. Let’s learn some hard lessons together! Let’s “do faith” together.

 

 

Julia Caesar

In Her Corner, episode 7

This is a series to learn about different moms and their different situations. Through interviewing these women and sharing their stories I hope that we can all have a better understanding and appreciation of each other. Hopefully we can support and encourage her “in her corner.”

This episode is the second part of meeting a mom who is living overseas, and whose son has severe food allergies. This month we learn what her life is like living in the Middle East. To read the first part of the interview, which focused on being a mom who deals with her son’s special diet, check out In Her Corner, episode 6.



Who she is…

For nearly a year now, she, and her husband, and her two boys have been living in the Middle East. They weren’t actively looking to move, instead they had considered traveling during the summers while her husband, who is a professor, taught english as a second language. However, this would not work to support a family of four and pay for the medical bills due to her son’s extreme food allergies.

An opportunity arose and they decided, after visiting, that it was the best thing for their family at this time. It provided a way to pay for the medical bills and a more conducive environment for his body to heal. They are now there on a work visa, living among the locals in an apartment paid for by the university that employs her husband.

“So we did it! We just moved.”

They did not move there as missionaries, but rather wanted to immerse themselves into the culture, build relationships, and be a part of the lives of the people there. This lifestyle, however, has been difficult to know where they fit into it, and they feel like they are just trudging along.

What her life is like…

Once a week they attend a house church to meet with other Christians. Since this church is not legal, they have to be careful when they meet. Every person is required to leave their cell-phone outside so the government cannot listen in. It is not illegal for outsiders to be christians there, but they must attend one of the congregations in the church compound. And they absolutely must not talk to the locals about Jesus, or their faith.

The church compound contains 20 different churches, 6 of which are in the english language, none in arabic. And even though these churches are legal, they are heavily monitored by the government. A protestant church she visited did not read scripture once. The government keeps track of the people that attend these churches. Like, actually keep track. Names are taken, license plates recorded.

Another individual in their house church, who is a former muslim from India, is very bold about his faith in Christ. Every congregation he went to in the compound kicked him out because they did not want the attention of the government.

There are only about 100 known local believers. Several months ago, the majority, if not all, were taken to jail. These believers are quite secretive and meet in several different cities, in attempts to hide from the government. In one night, all the different underground churches, in all the different cities were raided. Everyone was arrested. Typically when this happens, these secret christians are either killed by the government, killed by their families, or shipped to another country for a lobotomy.

“I’ve read about missions and persecution. But this doesn’t feel like a God-glorifying thing. It just feels like injustice.”

Two days later, everyone was sent home. But not before all of their phones were confiscated, and their contacts recorded. Now, any westerner that was in contact with those individuals can be interrogated. Most likely, they would be blacklisted, meaning that when they leave the country they will not be able to return. The local christians were also told that if they met together one more time, things would go badly for them.

She is building a relationship with her muslim neighbors who are locals. Her neighbors are aware of their christian beliefs, but most people there assume all Westerners are christians, just as we often assume all Middle Easterners are muslim. She has also learned that they think that all christians drink and dance in church. Recently, her neighbor invited her to come over to meet some of the local women in their neighborhood. She eagerly accepted the invitation.

“It ended up being a koran study. I understood so little of it!”

They had originally wanted to have church meetings in their home, but that is not an option since there has been reports of encouraged spying at the university where her husband works. People are being encouraged to turn in people who are “very religious.” She is trying to figure out how to be bold, yet still careful.

What is difficult for her…

They are struggling to find fellowship. They are the outsiders. Not missionaries, not wealthy ex-pats, not a local. They are somewhere in the middle of all this.

“We are the weirdos…Our box of people we can get to know just shrinks really small.”

A lot of ex-pats that live there are very wealthy and live a very glamorous life. Large villas and a servant staff. They don’t want to hang out with ex-pats because the local people there do not approve of their lifestyle. Therefore, they don’t want to be associated with the ex-pat lifestyle.

Then there are missionaries that live there, and live quite modestly and are very friendly, but they have a different philosophy of ministry. And because of the organizations that support them, they have meetings frequently that has lead to a cliquish environment.

And there is the government.

“Because the government monitors everything, we only put the very positive things on social media. I’m typically a very transparent person, but now I’m not honest with anyone.”

Sometimes she wonders how much they’re giving their children by living there, and how much they’re not getting by staying in the U.S. She knows that they are where they should be and she knows she need to feel alright about it.

Spiritually it has been a struggle for her as well. Some days she feels hopeless. The lessons she is learning are long and hard, but when she finally grasps it the joy is very sweet.

What is easy for her…

“Honestly, very few things are easy. Not having to pay rent is nice!”

What her fears are…

Due to her legalistic upbringing, she worried she would be drawn to the muslim faith.

She has also felt concern that her children will end up being muslim. She wants her children to experience education in a different culture, but is nervous about what her son is learning in school. He currently is not in an arabic class, but next year it will be required. She has already spoken with the school master about this since teaching arabic involves teaching islam in school.

She is fearful that they will be living there for a number of years and still not experience real fellowship.

She is afraid that when they leave the country to go visit family they will not be able to go back because they’ve been reported.

What her joys are…

Grace has been sweeter there. She sees the bondage that people are under, and it makes her realize and appreciate the freedom she has in Christ.

Even though she does not feel fully connected in their house church, it has been a positive experience. It has been encouraging to see the unity with the families there, and seeing how the older children take care of the younger ones. Everybody is helping to take care of each other.

The bond within her own family has grown solid. All they have is each other.

What she wants others to know…

Typically, people have very specific ideas of what life is like in the Middle East, and they ask her questions to confirm their own ideas, not to hear the truth. If what she tells them does not fit into their own narrative, then they don’t want to hear it.

“I have never experienced such kindness from a group of people in my whole life.”

She wants others to realize that not everyone there is extremist. Even the locals are terrified of the Middle East. Isis has killed more muslims than any other people group. They are killing their own families.

She wants others to reach out to people, listen, and show love.

She wants others, and herself, to be better about reaching out to the foreigners. Basic, everyday things are difficult, and a big deal.

“I just today figured out where to buy hydrogen peroxide!”


After talking with this sweet lady and hearing her passion and her struggles, I was reminded of this verse:

The foreigner residing among you must be treated as your native-born. Love them as yourself, for you were foreigners in Egypt. I am the Lord your God. Leviticus 19:34

Let’s not only love on this momma who is juggling so much. Let’s love on all those around us who feel alone and are struggling to make it through what we would consider to be the simple tasks of their day.

xoxo

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I’m a Failure

Life is full of trials and tribulations. We are constantly putting out one fire, only to turn around find another. Just when we think we have found our groove and that we have everything under control, the rug gets pulled out and we realize we never really had control in the first place. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. Are you starting to get the point? Are you tired of my analogies yet? Probably, but I know that you know what I’m talking about because we have all experienced this.

Our trials can take many forms. An annoying co-worker, disobedient children, fussy babies, an illness, yet another bill that can’t be paid, a spouse that just doesn’t seem to get you. Whatever it is, all of us are struggling with something. The question is, how do we handle those times when we are being tested?


Here’s what happened…

Earlier in the year my hubby had to go out of town for work. And let me just say, I am super spoiled that this rarely happens. I have a dear friend whose husband travels all the time. I don’t know how she does it, it would make me lose my mind. I depend heavily on my hubby and I don’t mind admitting it. The Lord gives us the grace to handle all of our different situations I suppose. Anyhow…he left town Sunday afternoon. That evening was alright because my dad and step-mom were visiting and I was enjoying my time with them. That night however….

It started with the fact that I had a nasty cough and couldn’t get to sleep until around 12:30. At 3:45 I awoke to the sound of foot steps running down the hall. My older son came barging in telling me that my younger son was throwing up. Wonderful. I hurry and rush to their room to find my 3 year old sitting in a puddle of vomit. But here’s the thing, we had just made bunk beds for the boys and naturally my older son got the top bunk. My younger son is such a snuggle bug, that he would wait for his brother to fall asleep and then crawl into bed with him. So my poor older son was awoken with his little brother throwing up in his bed. And this poor, pregnant mama had to clean up the vomit on a top bunk.

When I got into the room I went in to triage mode. What had to be done first? What was most urgent? First I had to clean it off the floor. Gross. Then I got my son out of the bed, stripped him down, and put him in the bathroom to get cleaned up. Then I got my older son settled on the couch since his bed was ruined for the night. Younger son was settled into his bed. Then the clean up began. Seriously, trying to clean this up on the top bunk while almost 6 months pregnant was no easy task.  At 4:15 I made it back to my bed, but not before walking full speed into the corner of the wall. I had a goose-egg and bruise on my forehead for a week. Once in bed, I hear my younger son up again. He wants to hug. And his belly hurts. Let’s go hug in the bathroom. After getting sick again, I went back to bed and prayed that my other son and I would be spared from whatever this was. I could not get sick, especially not with my hubby out of town. Sleep was pointless since I would have to wake up in less than an hour. The next day was sure to be interesting since my folks were going to be leaving and I would be on my own.

It was actually quite comical the amount of things that went wrong the first 24 hours my hubby was gone, but I was quite pleased with myself on how I was handling it. I was calm and compassionate with my boys. I was even able to get everything done that needed plus some.

It was the next day that I blew it. I had an all-out-3-year-old-style temper tantrum. And I knew in that moment that I failed. I failed the test that I was given. And this got me thinking. How could I not have failed? Were there steps or precautions that I could have taken? What about things I could tell myself to stay calm? Absolutely. I recognized that the hour before bedtime was my most challenging time of the day, so I gave myself a count down. I only had to stay calm for another 45 minutes. And I gave the boys a countdown. Ten minutes to clean up, ten minutes to get bathed, 2 minutes to brush teeth, and then read a book. Once I implemented the plan, the rest of the week went smoothly.

What I learned…

I decided that it was alright, maybe even necessary to fail. Without failing, we won’t know what needs to be changed. We won’t learn. We won’t grow. I still believe this to be true, but my lesson in failing wasn’t over. A few weeks later, I failed again. I was then challenged with the thought that I CAN’T pass the test. I will never, ever, ever get it right.

See, I believe there is such a thing as “sin” and wouldn’t you know it, we all suffer from it. The world is consumed with it actually. And even more of a bummer is that I can’t fix it on my own. But see, I also believe there is such a thing as “grace” and thankfully we all can access it. So, the next time I was presented with the test of rising anger while dealing with these selfish, inconsiderate, deceitful creatures (known as my children) I went into a quiet moment and thanked Jesus for the grace that was given to me because he bore my sin of losing my temper. And then I thanked Him for the Holy Spirit that promises to give us a spirit of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, and faithfulness. That’s the the mom, wife, and friend that I desire to be. It was then that I was able to go to my children and teach them and correct their behavior and show them love. It was then that I was, yet again, changed by grace.

 

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