Growing in Prayer

This devotion is part of a series of devotions on how to grow in your walk with God. If you have not already done so, you may find it helpful to read the introductory devotion, Growing in God: Mommy Edition.

I remember my daughter Ellie’s first prayer, at about age eighteen months. As she sat in her high chair, ready for a meal, she bowed her head and clasped her little hands. “Myna, myna, myna, myna,” she said. “Amen.”

Then there was Lindsey’s prayer, which despite being only 9 words long (if you don’t count the greeting and closing), was one of the most profound prayers I have ever heard. “Deah God,” she prayed, “I wike you. And I don’t wike the devil. In Jesus’ name we pway, amen.” I think that about says it all.

As adults, we somehow get the idea that prayer has to be more complicated. That, combined with the fact that we know how important prayer is, can lead to a lot of guilt over not praying “right”. Add the fact that as moms, we’re busy, and we don’t always have the time we’d like to have, and the guilt increases. Then, because we feel so guilty and don’t think we’re going to get it right anyway, we start avoiding prayer. It’s a vicious spiral designed by Satan, who doesn’t want us to spend time communing with our God. It’s such a sneaky tactic that we often don’t recognize it as coming from him. We think it’s just the natural result of “the way life is.”

But we’re wrong. Our natural inclination, as a new creation in Christ, is to commune with our Creator. We have a new nature, and therefore, new natural inclinations. Yes, we still have to put the old nature to death. But it’s not who we are anymore. Who we are is a child who dearly wants her Father. Anything contrary to that reflects someone we aren’t anymore.

So how do we make it happen? How do we establish the meaningful prayer life our new nature desires, when our old nature and current schedule get in the way?

First, and perhaps most important, we need to remember that God loves us madly and passionately. Despite our weakness and sin, despite our lack of merit compared to Him, He loves us. And even more than that, He’s proud of us. He’s willing to stand before the princes and rulers of this world and say, “She’s Mine! This is the one I love!” Mom, if we even begin to comprehend His love for us, if we focus on it, we’ll desire desperately to be with Him. Our souls hunger to be loved that much, and if we know that that’s how God loves us, we’ll be irresistibly drawn to Him. We won’t be able to help spending time with Him.

Second, we set other priorities aside to give time to talking with God. Whether we have an hour to talk to Him, or ten seconds, we make the time. That time can be made in the midst of driving somewhere, taking a shower, or doing laundry. It can happen when you wake up before the kids and the house is quiet, or as you sit nursing your baby. But if it’s going to happen, you have to be willing to let other things go. And you will be, if you truly believe prayer is a priority.

Third, we give up our ideas about there being only one right way to pray, as well as the mistaken belief that prayer will look the same each time. Prayer should at times include praising God, entreating Him for yourself or others, asking forgiveness of sins, and thanking Him for what He’s done, but not necessarily all of those things each time you pray. Present yourself before God as a learner, and ask the Holy Spirit to teach you to pray. You can’t guarantee a meaningful prayer time simply by structuring the minutes a certain way. But you will find rest for your soul when you connect with your Lord, heart-to-heart. That’s what God wants from you, anyway: your heart.

Martin Luther once said, “I have so much business I cannot get on without spending three hours daily in prayer.” You and I may not have three hours. But let’s take the time we do have and spend it with our Father. It’ll be worth it.

Ephesians 6:18—Pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests.

Growing in Solitude

This devotion is part of a series of devotions on how to grow in your walk with God. If you have not already done so, you may find it helpful to read the introductory devotion, Growing in God: Mommy Edition.

I remember a time not so long ago when I used to take uninterrupted showers. I would get into the shower, get clean, get out of the shower, and get dressed, all without hearing my name called even once.

I even used to sleep through the night without any little footsteps coming toward my room, followed by a little voice saying, “Mommy? Mommy, I can’t sleep.”

As moms, we don’t get lots of time to ourselves. We’re on duty 24/7. When we’re home, we’re never out of reach of our children. And once they learn how to call us on our cell phone, even when we’re away, we’re still on duty (“Mommy? When are you coming home?”) Yet solitude is a vital spiritual discipline. In other words, it’s something we need if we’re going to grow spiritually.

We’re caught between a rock and a hard place. We need solitude, but we can’t get it. So rather than make our children suffer, we let our spiritual life suffer. After all, it’s the only thing we can do. Right?

Wrong. Even in the midst of mothering small children, there are ways to find solitude. But before we discuss those ways, let’s talk about why we need solitude in our spiritual lives.

This kind of solitude is not just so we can take a break from our parenting responsibilities. It has a higher purpose. It’s so we can be with God. For a little while, we can lay our earthly responsibilities aside and focus on our heavenly relationship. Sometimes, we might simply remain quiet before God. Other times we might pray, meditate, or even sing. The point is to be alone with Him, to hear His voice above all the other voices clamoring for our attention.

It’s a nice idea in theory. Too bad we can’t make it work.

But we can. You see, God knows that time alone with Him is vital to our spiritual development. He won’t place upon us any life calling—such as motherhood—that will turn something vital into something impossible. We may have to get creative about ways to find solitude, but God will help us, and He is infinitely creative.

After all, if a woman with 19 children can find time alone with God, then surely we can, too. Yes, that’s right—19! Susanna Wesley (mother of John and Charles) gave birth to 17 other children as well. One of her favorite ways to spend time alone with God was to sit in the midst of the busyness and bring her apron hem up over her head so that her face was covered. She trained her children to respect the fact that when Mama had her apron over her head, Mama was unavailable.

You and I could easily do something similar. We could teach our children that when Mommy is kneeling by the rocking chair, or they hear a certain praise and worship CD playing, they need to play quietly by themselves for a few minutes. Obviously, the exact details will depend on the number of children we have and on their ages. But even young children can learn to respect Mommy’s time with the Lord for a little while, if we are willing to spend the time and effort to train them to do so. And besides, what a witness it is to our children when they see Mommy putting God first!

Another possibility is to deliberately schedule times when we put on a video for them, or get them started playing a game together, or initiate some other activity for them so that they will have something to do while we are enjoying our solitude. Other options include asking our husband or a friend to care for our children while we take a mini-retreat—anywhere from half an hour to several hours. Another alternative might be to allow our children to play quietly in the room with us when we have our solitude. After all, solitude doesn’t necessarily have to mean solitude of the body; it can mean solitude of our mind and heart.

You can probably think of other ways to establish solitude, ways which might work even better for you and your family. The point is not so much how you obtain your solitude as the fact that you make getting it a priority. If you define solitude as when your body is alone, you will rarely find it. But if you broaden your definition to include solitude of heart and mind, even when your body is in the midst of the chaos of mothering, I guarantee you can find it.

It won’t be easy. Old habits of putting everything else first are hard to break. Plus, Satan doesn’t want you to find time to commune with your God. Fortunately, God does want you to have that time with Him, and He’s willing to show you ways to make it happen.

Why not ask God to help you experience solitude with Him this week? You may have to start “small”, with small blocks of time. But as you make it a point to carve out more and more time with Him, you’ll get better and better at doing so. And you’ll wonder how you ever lived without it.

Psalm 27:8—You have said, “Seek my face.” My heart says to you, “Your face, LORD, do I seek.”

To God Be the Glory

Few things in this life leave me speechless. This video set is one of them. I hope they inspire you—as they have inspired me—to live your life to the glory of our Heavenly Father while we have the chance.

You should know before watching that Zac Smith died in May of 2010 after a year-long battle with colon cancer. He tells his story in the first video (filmed a few months prior to his death); his widow, Amy, tells her story in the second video.

The Story of Zac Smith from NewSpring Media on Vimeo.

A Story | Tears of Hope from NewSpring Media on Vimeo.

Job 1:20-22—Then Job arose and tore his robe and shaved his head and fell on the ground and worshiped. And he said, “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return. The LORD gave, and the LORD has taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD.” In all this job did not sin or charge God with wrong.

Growing in God: Mommy Edition

Being a mom is hard work. It’s the most rewarding “job” on earth, but it’s hard. I’m not just talking about functioning on two hours sleep; keeping the household running when you’re the one who’s sick; and making sure clean clothes magically appear in your kids’ dressers. I’m also talking about knowing how to discipline your third child for something your first two never did, or explaining to your children that Grandma lives in heaven now.

It’s hard. And it’s time-consuming, if you do it right. Most moms I know don’t get a break all that often (unless you count going to the grocery store by yourself as a break, and even that doesn’t happen very frequently). Mothering is about giving your life to your children. And the stakes—how your children turn out—are higher than in any other area of your life.

It’s easy to see how growing in God can get pushed to a back burner. After all, there’s just no time. Too many other things clamor for our attention, crowding out that still, small voice.

But if we allow our children to take first place and relegate God to second (or somewhere even farther down the list), we are both committing idolatry and cutting ourselves off from the Source of Life.

Idolatry? Really? It’s not like we’re worshipping a statue or something.

Maybe not, but giving anything else the place that rightfully belongs to God is idolatry. It’s saying that something or someone else is more important than God is.

None of us wants to do that. But how do we give God His rightful place? How do we grow in Him in the midst of the busy messiness of our daily lives?

The answer lies in the phrase “spiritual disciplines”. These words refer to the things that are both necessary and helpful means of drawing closer to God. Practicing the various disciplines is a way to put ourselves in a position to hear from God. It’s a way to show Him that He is of primary importance to us. It’s a way of training our minds, hearts, and spirits to seek God and walk in His ways.

Sounds great. But do they really apply to me?

That’s the beauty of the disciplines. They are for all Christians, any time, anywhere, in any walk of life. They can be practiced by kings and peasants, businesswomen and homemakers. The ways in which people practice the disciplines will differ, but that’s okay. Not every person is the same, and therefore, each person’s spiritual walk will look different. What does not differ is that no matter who you are, these disciplines will help you grow in God.

So what are the disciplines? And where do I get the time to practice them?

That’s exactly what we’ll be talking about for the next few weeks: what the disciplines are and how a mom can make them a part of her spiritual life. We’ll learn together about the ways we can grow in Christ even in the midst of all our responsibilities as moms. You see, spiritual disciplines are not just “one more thing” to add to an already overburdened schedule to stress you out just a little bit more. Instead, they are ways to actually lighten our load (we’ll see how this works). And what mom doesn’t need that?

Matthew 11:29-30—“Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”

1 Corinthians 9:24-27—Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one receives the prize? So run that you may obtain it. Every athlete exercises self-control in all things. They do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable. So I do not run aimlessly; I do not box as one beating the air. But I discipline my body and keep it under control, lest after preaching to others I myself should be disqualified.

Proud

I watch very few TV shows. I’m just not interested in most of what’s on. But the other day, I saw a clip on American Idol that did more than just capture my interest. It changed my life.

It was one of the audition episodes, where hopefuls appear before the judges, perform a short musical selection, and hope or pray that the judges decide the performer deserves a golden ticket, signifying that he or she has been allowed to advance to the next round of competition in Hollywood. Most of the auditions were standard fare—some good, some not so good. One of the good ones, by Chris Medina, was the one that stood out to me.

The reason it stood out wasn’t his singing, though he sang very well (and advanced to Hollywood). What made his audition remarkable was his story. Chris’s fiancé Juliana had been in a car wreck two months before their scheduled wedding date. The accident left her with little control of her body, unable to walk or talk without help, and even then, not very well. Chris explained that he had been prepared to make his vows to her when the accident happened, and asked the rhetorical question, “What kind of man would I be if I left her when she needed me most?”

After Chris’ audition, the judges invited him to bring Juliana in. She sat in her wheelchair as Chris pushed her into the room. She was leaning sideways. Her body shook. Her facial expression was wooden. But as the judges left their table and came to greet her, I was captivated by the look on Chris’ face.

He was proud.

Yes, proud. Proud of her as she was. Unable to sit up straight. Unable to talk. Unable even to change the expression on her face.

He loved her, even the way she was.

What changed my life was realizing that that is how Jesus feels about me. He loves me, and He’s proud of me, despite all my defects. He feels the same way about you. Though you and I have no merit of our own that would deserve His love, and though everything about us might seem to indicate that we’re unlovable, He still loves us.

He loves us, despite our physical limitations. Despite the fact that He does most of the giving and we do most of the receiving. Despite the fact that according to the world’s standards, we may not be much to look at.

And there’s something even more remarkable than that: He’s proud of us. Just as Chris was proud of his fiancé even when presenting her to some of the world’s biggest names and most famous people (the judges), God is proud of us. “She’s Mine,” He says. “She’s my beloved, and I’m proud of her.”

It would have been easy for Chris to be ashamed of his fiancé. Maybe even embarrassed. It would make even more sense if God felt the same way about us. But He doesn’t. Incredibly, amazingly, He doesn’t. Rather than be ashamed of us, He rejoices in calling us His own.

It’s the most memorable illustration of God’s love I’ve ever seen. And yet even as incredible as this love is, it is but a fraction of the love God has for you. Despite everything.

God loves you. He loves you. And He’s proud.

Hebrews 2:11-12—Both the one who makes men holy and those who are made holy are of the same family. So Jesus is not ashamed to call them brothers. He says, “I will declare your name to my brothers; in the presence of the congregation I will sing your praises.”

Biter Beast

Pumpkin the CatRight now, as I type this, our orange kitten is lying peacefully in his kitty bed next to the desk, purring. He looks sweet and innocent. Calm, even. Peaceful.

But he’s hiding something.

You see, at any given moment, he will get up out of his bed, stretch, yawn, and somehow in the process transform into Biter Beast. Walk across the floor in your stocking feet? Good. Makes it easier for him to bite your toes. Sit down in a recliner? Great. Your legs will be at the perfect angle to expose your hapless ankles. You may not even see him coming. Sometimes, he’ll wait behind a piece of furniture for you to walk by, then dart out and intercept you for the attack. Or he’ll simply sneak up on you, so quiet you never heard him coming.

Is he a bad cat? No. He’s a kitten, and he’s not yet totally on the “people are for loving, things are for playing with” bandwagon. He’s not mean. He just sees people as toys, and doesn’t always understand that we don’t see ourselves the same way. Most of the time, he’s sweet, and he does put up with an awful lot from my four small children. He’s got a great purr, he’s cute, and he loves to curl up on your lap and just sit there. So, in order to have him, we take the bad—biting, litter boxes, and never being able to step away from our food for a second if we still want it to be there when we get back—along with all of the good.

Sounds kind of like what God does with us, doesn’t it? Just like we chose our cat from the city animal shelter, God chose us while we were unwanted. Even more amazing is that God adopted us into His family. Pumpkin is a part of our family now; we’re part of God’s. But perhaps most amazing of all is that even though we continue to cause God trouble, just like Pumpkin sometimes causes trouble for us, God still keeps us. He doesn’t cast us out of His family because we’re too much trouble. No, when God adopts us, He means it forever. He’s never going to give us back to Satan, no matter what we do.

How incredible is that? God didn’t have to save us in the first place. And He certainly didn’t have to give us repeated chances to live at peace with Him. Giving us even one chance would have been far more than we deserved. Yet He chose us knowing that we would act up sometimes, knowing that we’d make messes and cause Him grief.

But He didn’t choose us because we’re so wonderful. He chose us because He is. Not one of us was good enough on our own to deserve to be adopted into God’s family. Yet He chose us anyway. Yes, because He loved us, but also so He could display His amazing mercy in being kind to us.

There came a time, before things got better, when Pumpkin came this close to being returned to the shelter. But despite the fact that our offenses against God are far worse than Pumpkin’s misdeeds against us, we will never come this close to being removed from God’s family. He’ll never ask us to leave. We can rest secure in the knowing that His home is our home, both now and for eternity.

May our hearts be moved to amazement and incredible gratitude. He’s chosen us not just for now, but forever. We’ll never be unwanted.

Ever.

Ephesians 2:4-7—But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ—by grace you have been saved—

and raised us up with him and seated us with him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, so that in the coming ages he might show the immeasurable riches of his grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus.

John 5:24—Truly, truly, I say to you, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life. He does not come into judgment, but has passed from death to life.

Green!

My daughter Jessica’s favorite color is green. Other two-year-old girls might prefer pink or purple, but Jessica loves green. In fact, that’s why her unicorn name (when she pretends to be a unicorn) is Green. It’s also why she’s requested green frog gummies and green gum for her upcoming 3rd birthday.

Jessica also loves to be read to, and I love to read to her. I enjoy the moments when she snuggles up close and I get to introduce her to new sights, sounds, and experiences through the pages of a story. The other day, Jessica and I were reading together, and I pointed to the picture illustrating what was going on in the text. But Jessica was intrigued by it for another reason. “Look!” she said, jabbing her index finger onto a picture of a ball. “It’s green!”

The next page was even better. “Look!” Jessica said, pointing to a tree. “That’s green too!” She beamed, her eyes sparkling with delight.

I was delighted too, at the beautiful simplicity of her joy. It didn’t take something complicated to make her happy. All that was necessary was a simple discovery of something beloved right there where she could see it.

Why does it take more than that to bring us adults joy? Why don’t we experience the same enchantment on a regular basis?

Maybe it’s that simple things have lost their thrill for us. Maybe we’ve gotten so “mature” and grown up that we’ve lost our ability to take childlike delight in the simple things in life. We take far too many good things for granted.

I love the color blue. But do I ever stop to enjoy the blue things in my daily life?

I really love soft, fuzzy slippers. But do I ever stop to enjoy it when I slide my feet into a pair, or has the act of doing so become so routine for me that I don’t ever pay attention while I’m doing it?

I wonder what I might discover if I took the time to really experience things instead of just brushing past them in life.

What would you discover? You might get to remember how good it feels to pet a soft, wiggly puppy. Maybe you’d get to savor the sweet taste of a mug of hot cocoa. Or perhaps you’d enjoy relaxing as you chatted on the phone with a friend.

If we were to slow down and rediscover the simple pleasures in life, not only would we experience unexpected delight on a much more frequent basis, but our hearts and minds would be drawn to the Creator of all these things. I know that when I really enjoy something, my heart is moved with gratitude to the One Who created all things and blessed me with the enjoyment of them. It’s a sweet, intimate fellowship when I agree with God that His creation is wonderful, enjoy it, and thank Him for it.

I know how much I like it when my children delight in something I’ve done for them. God loves it, too, when His children truly rejoice in His blessings in our lives. Even the simple ones. Maybe especially the simple ones.

Let’s ask God to open our eyes for us to all the pleasures of His creation. Then, let’s spend as much of the day as we can in delight and gratitude. It won’t be hard. There are myriad blessings out there, just waiting to be appreciated. And who knows? Some of them might even be green.

1 Timothy 6:17—Command those who are rich in this present world not to be arrogant nor to put their hope in wealth, which is so uncertain, but to put their hope in God, who richly provides us with everything for our enjoyment.

Being with Mommy

For the past several days—almost a week now—we’ve been fighting sickness at our house. Lindsey came down with it first. Upon picking her up from preschool one afternoon, I found that what we had thought were allergy symptoms had been joined by a 101 fever. She’s been feeling ill since then, and my two other girls have come down with “it” as well.

I’ve written before about how when Lindsey’s sick, she likes to cuddle with Mommy. This most recent illness has been no different. She’s wanted to be with me nearly constantly—by my side or in my lap. She’ll even settle for sitting on the floor next to me when she has to, if I’m doing something like preparing dinner. “I just want to be with you,” she says.

But what I haven’t written about before is a thought that occurred to me this time. As I was bringing one of the girls a glass of water and urging her to drink it, I thought about how when kids are sick, they just want their mommies. And about how utterly ridiculous it would be for my kids to refuse to have anything to do with me when they are sick, because they blame me for their sickness.

If my girls had lain there on the couch and turned their faces away from me when I entered the room…if they had refused my ministrations, like bringing medicine or a glass of water…if they had shouted angrily at me that it was my fault they were sick, then refused to talk to me otherwise…not only would they have missed out on my companionship and healing help (thereby causing themselves to suffer more than was necessary in the first place), but I would have felt awful.

Yet we do the same thing to God that would be ridiculous for our children to do to us. We turn from Him in our moments of need. We refuse to have anything to do with Him because we blame Him for the fact that we suffer—or at least for not stopping it.

God, it’s Your fault. You could have prevented this, and you didn’t. I’m angry. Yes, God could prevent anything He wants to prevent. I’ve had terrible things happen in my life that I dearly wish He would have prevented. But it just doesn’t make sense for us to turn away from Him just because He didn’t stop something from occurring. The reason why sin, death, and even illness occur in this world is because of sin. When Adam and Eve first sinned, suffering entered the world. We didn’t live in paradise anymore. We got kicked out, and began suffering all the things that go along with living in a way and in a place God never designed for us to live. The Bible clearly teaches that things won’t be completely right ever again until we reach heaven. We usually don’t have a problem accepting this until suffering impacts us. Then we turn against God for not making everything okay now. We know in advance that there’s suffering in this world. Do we choose to follow God only as long as he keeps suffering away from us? Do we say, in effect, God, it’s fine if you don’t make everything right at this point in time. It’s okay if You wait until heaven. Just make sure that this suffering only applies to other people, or I’m going to be really mad at You.

Precious mom, I’m not trying to make light of your suffering. You may be going through something right now that’s absolutely agonizing. I’ve been through times like that too. And that’s how I can say this, not just because I read it in the Bible somewhere, but because I’ve lived it: turning away from God because He allowed suffering in your life will only make your suffering worse. It will not help you feel better. You will not feel less betrayed, or less angry. You won’t grieve less. Instead, you’ll be lying on the couch suffering worse and longer than you really have to, because you’re turning away from the only source of comfort that truly matters.

You may wonder how you can turn to God when you hurt so badly. How can you accept His loving embrace and open your heart to Him when it seems that doing so will only leave you vulnerable to more hurt in the future? I’ll tell you my answer. It’s the one I’ve learned in my times of suffering. I share it with you not as some expert in how you should feel, but as a fellow sufferer who has at times been deeply grieved by the results of sin in this world. What I’ve learned is that in times of pain, it’s more vital than ever that I remain close to God. And the way to do it is to bring all my pain to Him, sob it out into His lap, and keep doing that every day, and sometimes all day, for as long as you need to. He’s a really big God. He can handle your emotions. Don’t make the mistake I’ve made and think that you have to arrive at a place of accepting your suffering and being okay with it before you can come to God. Nothing could be further from the truth. You need to do exactly the opposite. You should come when you’re not okay, when you hurt so badly you don’t know how you can survive, and when you don’t even know if you want to. Dump everything into His lap and cry. It’s okay to tell Him you don’t understand why He allowed something to happen. He’s not going to zap you with lightning for saying that. He won’t even condemn you for being angry. Yes, if some of your emotions are sinful, He will lovingly help you correct them. But He won’t get offended and walk out on you. He won’t speak harshly to you and kick you out of His presence. No, He’ll do something far different, and far more valuable—something I think most of us don’t realize that He does.

He grieves with us. Precious mom, our God is not some impersonal God Who is unmoved by what happens to us. He doesn’t say, “Good grief, what are you crying about?” He grieves at the consequences of sin, far more even than you and I do. Can you imagine that? God grieves at what happens to you even more than you grieve about it. I’m going to say that again, so it can soak into our hearts and minds:

God grieves over what happens to us even more than you and I grieve about it.

Did you realize that? I didn’t either, until relatively recently. I knew God would comfort me when I grieved, but I never thought about how He grieves with me. And I sure never realized that God’s heart is even more broken about it than mine is.

No, God doesn’t wonder what He’s going to do now, in the aftermath of tragedy, like you and I sometimes do. And no, he doesn’t ever wonder how He’s going to go on, as is perfectly natural for us. But He grieves in a way you and I can’t even begin to understand.

First of all, He’s holy. Sin grieves and offends Him in a way that we, in our sinfulness, will never fully grasp. God hates sin and its consequences far more than we do.

Second, God loves us. You know how you feel when someone else’s sin impacts your child? Well, magnify that by a million, and you get a glimpse of how God feels when someone’s sin impacts you, His child. I remember a time when another child bit my son, leaving teeth marks that lasted for weeks. I was angry. Very angry. I believe this was a righteous kind of anger. The child had sinned, and He had hurt my child. And if I feel this angry when something like this happens, how must God feel when someone’s sin—or simply the nature of a fallen, sinful world—impacts me far more seriously? How must He feel when we suffer serious illness, a friend’s betrayal, or—may He forbid—the loss of a child? I think these tragedies grieve His heart in a way we can only begin to understand.

Why doesn’t God stop certain sins, certain consequences, from happening? I don’t know. But I do know this—God takes no pleasure in sin, and He grieves over it more than I’ll ever know. He grieves with me when something happens to me. And instead of turning away from Him because He didn’t prevent a particular situation, I want to run to the arms of the One who grieves with me, and promises to make everything right one day, even if, for reasons I wouldn’t understand, it can’t be right yet. And I want to look forward to the day and the place where there will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain. Because while I have no assurance that I won’t suffer in this life before Christ takes me home, I do know that one day, I will suffer no more. And I know that He’ll carry me toward that day, holding me in His arms all the way.

1 Peter 5:7—Cast all your cares on him because he cares for you.

Revelation 21:3-4—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.”

At Rest

My mom was a nurse for many years. Now, in her retirement, she works at Kmart a few hours each week. She enjoys the contact with her customers and would much rather be out interacting with people than sitting home with nothing to do.

Mom once told me of a time when a young couple came through her checkout line. The mother was pushing the cart, and the couple’s young son rode inside. The father held their daughter in his arms. She was sound asleep with her head on his shoulder.

Mom said she thought about how we who are Christians can do the same thing with God that the little girl was doing with her father: be completely at rest, knowing that God loves us and will take care of us.

Indeed. God’s promised over and over in His word that He will meet our needs. His willingness and ability to take care of us are boundless. The only problem is that our trust has definite limits. We don’t see Him providing the way we think we should, so we think He’s falling down on the job.

But sometimes we have a very different idea of what our needs are than God does. We think our needs are anything we deem essential for living the way we think we’re supposed to live—or the way we want to live. God defines our needs differently. He says the only thing that constitutes a need is something that is necessary in order for our lives to fulfill His purpose. In other words, maybe we don’t need a good night’s sleep like we think we do. Maybe what really need is to be awakened by our baby enough times in the middle of the night, enough nights in a row so that we’re driven to our knees in prayer. Or maybe we don’t need the smooth sailing we think we need; perhaps our greater need is to show forth God’s glory by allowing others to see how we make it through stressful circumstances on His strength alone.

I’ll always meet your needs, God promises. Not the ones you think you have, but the ones I know you have. And not necessarily in the way you think, but in the way I know is best.

It’s easy to say, but hard to live. I’ve heard it said that the longest 18 inches in the world is the distance between a person’s head and heart. It’s easy to give intellectual assent to things like God’s goodness and provision, but much harder to rest emotionally in the things we know to be true.

How do you know if you really believe in God’s provision? If you really trust Him? By your reaction when hard times come. Put simply: if you’re not at peace, you’re not trusting. I don’t mean that you’ll be happy all the time. God doesn’t expect you to like every circumstance that comes your way. But He does expect you to continue to trust Him.

Don’t let temporary circumstances cause you to doubt the eternal God and the truth of His unchanging word. When the wind is blowing and the waves are threatening to knock you down, keep your eyes fixed on Jesus. Don’t look to your circumstances; look to Him. Circumstances can look pretty bad, and emotions can change. But God’s promised you many times and in many ways that He’ll take care of you. And He’s kept every one of His promises to you. Every single one.

Matthew 14:29-31—Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord, save me!” Immediately Jesus reached out his hand and caught him. “You of little faith,” he said, “why did you doubt?”

Joshua 23:14—You know with all your heart and soul that not one of all the good promises the LORD your God gave you has failed. Every promise has been fulfilled; not one has failed.

Starting Over

Ahhhhhh…the beginning of a new year. And with it, the chance to start afresh. The opportunity to begin doing the things you should, or stop doing the things you know you shouldn’t. That’s the idea behind New Year’s resolutions—to formalize your commitment to “get it right”.

The only problem is…well, let’s be honest. Most of us are going to fail at our New Year’s resolutions, at least in part. We’ll start out with good intentions, utmost sincerity, and maybe even some prayer. But all too soon, we’ll mess up.

Some of us give up right there. I knew I couldn’t do it. Or, This just isn’t going to work.

Others of us try again. We muster up some hope from somewhere and give it another shot. And then…another failure. Forget it, we sigh, and we resign ourselves to living the same way we used to before we made the resolution.

Take, for example, having a daily time spent with the Lord. We all know we’re supposed to do it, so we resolve that this year is the year we’re going to finally conquer our lack of consistency.

You know what happens next. Maybe you make it a week, or maybe, if you’re really diligent, you get all the way into February before you forget, or you get busy with other things and your quiet time gets pushed aside.

Or maybe you decide that you’re not going to yell at your kids any more. You’re going to be patient. For real, this time. No matter what.

And then one day, you’re fighting a cold, and the baby kept you up all night last night, and you walk into the living room to find fifteen different colors of Play-Doh mashed into the carpet in a thousand places, and…you yell.

Have you been there, at the place where suddenly you’ve bombed out, when you really wanted to succeed? I know I have. I’ve found that my sincerity wasn’t enough to carry me through the testing of my intentions. Whether due to a mistake or because of my sin, I often cause my own failure. Sometimes, I get discouraged at the idea of having to start over yet again on something I’ve attempted many times before.

God gives us a lot more grace than we sometimes give ourselves. He understands that we’re human, and we will sometimes make mistakes. He doesn’t condemn us for not possessing abilities or skills He never gave to us. Other times, we’ll sin, but He doesn’t condemn us then, either. You see, Jesus’ blood paid for these start-overs. And Jesus bought as many as we’ll need.

Think about that, precious mom. The freedom, when it comes to non-moral mistakes, to be imperfect. To not know it all, and not be able to do it all. And when it comes to sin, if we have a repentant heart, we also have an unlimited supply of fresh starts, with no expiration date.

What an incredible gift. We can start over any time we need to, whether or not it’s January 1.

So happy new year, mom. Happy new day. Happy new moment.

Revelation 21:5—And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new. And he said unto me, Write: for these words are true and faithful.