My phone rang in the middle of the workday, and I saw my realtor's name pop up.  I quickly answered since I knew we were going to finalize the sale of my home soon.  God had asked me to simplify my life, and the sale of my home was the final piece of making my life easier.  It is such an exciting time.

Or at least, that's what I thought.

"I have bad news," he said.  "The deal has fallen through."

He proceeded to give me the details around why the buyers were no longer able to move forward with the contract.  We talked for a little while and made plans to put the house back on the market.  I hung up the phone, feeling defeated. 

God, I am trying to follow what you've told me to do.  I have spent weekend after weekend moving stuff out of my house.  And after all of this, the deal falls through?  Really?

But, you know, sometimes when we follow what God wants us to do, the devil throws obstacles in our way.  Just because we decide to follow what God tells us to do doesn't mean it is going to be easy.  We can bet on one thing, though.  God will teach us lessons through it.

I am not excited about putting the house back on the market.  But I know God will guide me through it.  He never wastes a trial.  He will teach me lessons along the way.  

Have you ever felt like you're trying to walk the right path, but there seems to be challenge after challenge?  Paul said to consider our trials sheer joy because that's when we get to see the Lord work. How do we handle disappointment when trying to follow God?

1.  Have an eternal perspective.  In the grand scheme of things, something like struggling to sell my house is small.  I probably won't even remember it a few years from now.  While it is a challenge I'm facing, when I look at it in the light of eternity, it isn't even a significant challenge.    

Even so, sometimes little things can seem big to us.  During difficult times, we must shift our view of our problems from our eyes to God's eyes.  This gives us eternal perspective.  This important shift moves our mind off of our problems to God's promises.  

Look no further than Isaiah 40 to see what God has to say about our challenges:

Do you not know? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.

We serve a God that is greater than any challenge we face, big or small.  He will strengthen us through our trials.  

2.  Ask ourselves what is God Teaching me through this? The Bible makes one thing clear: trials produce growth.  We should ask ourselves how is He working through this?  How is He growing me through this trial?  

Proverbs 19:21 Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.

God's purpose needs to prevail in our lives, so it seems logical to ask God how this trial aligns with His purpose for our life. Perhaps He is teaching us patience, or perhaps He is aligning us for an important moment He has planned down the road.  Remember, this trial might not be entirely about you.  Your trial could inspire others and encourage them on their journey as well.

These challenges aren't punishment.  Instead, they are doorways to growth and spiritual maturity.   They are opportunities to walk closely with God and move towards His purpose in our lives.  

3.  Use prayer as a weapon.  We can let prayers of praise be our battle cry through our trials.  Even when we don't feel like it, small prayers of gratitude and trust can change our whole perspective.  

Think of David in the Bible.  He'd been told he would be the future king of Israel.  But, things really weren't going his way.  The current king of Israel, Saul, was trying to kill him.  David was on the run, hiding in caves, hanging out with a bunch of men who had chosen to follow him for whatever reason.  But, these men weren't exactly the cream of the crop of society and had issues of their own.  Many were criminals.  Others were exiles.  I would imagine they weren't the greatest of company at times.  

In the lowest point of his life, David used the caves of his exile as a training ground.  In the midst of his pain and loneliness, he led the men around him.  He created an army.  They practiced.  They trained.  His trial was making him stronger, making him into warrior, and getting him ready for battle. 

He wrote:  Have mercy on me, my God, have mercy on me, for in you I take refuge.  I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings until the disaster has passed. (Psalm 57:1)

Remember, your trials aren't revenge by God for your sins.  They are opportunities to trust the Lord and take refuge in Him, just like David did.  No trial is wasted, and you will come through this with strengthened faith.  

I have decided that moving is traumatizing.  

This weekend, I faced the storage room in the basement.  I don't know why it was so difficult for me.  Well, actually, I do.  All of my memories are in that storage room.  Photos, souvenirs, and my wedding dress all greet me every time I peek inside.  I have emptied every room in my house, except the storage room.  I've been avoiding it, knowing it was going to be a beast for me.

But, Saturday was the day.  It was time to conquer the beast.  I awoke exhausted, already tired from working a long week.  I knew I had a lot of boxes to move, but because I was avoiding the situation, I didn't reserve a truck.  My Ukrainian friends were going to help, but I knew we couldn't fit everything into their Dodge Ram.

Why didn't I plan better?  I'm always the one with the plan.

I began to stress.  I couldn't see how everything was going to work out.  I didn't want to take the time to actually go through the boxes and sort through everything.  I knew it would take forever.  I knew if I didn't, they wouldn't fit into my friend's truck.  I knew the day was going to be a failure.

So, I did what any other normal person would do.  I cried.  Then, I cried some more.  After a while of crying, I decided I wasn't getting anywhere so I prayed.  God, I should have prepared better.  I didn't reserve a moving truck for today.  How is today possibly going to come together?

God reminded me.  I don't need the right tools to work a miracle.

I remembered earlier in the week a co-worker had offered the use of his van for my move.  It wasn't going to be big enough to fit all of my boxes, but I decided to text him anyway.  It wasn't the right tool, but God said He didn't need for me to figure it out, He just wanted me to follow His lead. 

He didn't respond, but I decided that I was going to get ready for my day early as an act of faith.  I was going to give myself extra time to pick up the van.  So, as my tears continued to fall, I fixed my hair and changed out of my pajamas.  As soon as I was dressed, I heard the familiar text notification sound on my phone.

Yes, of course you can use the van today.  We don't need it back until tomorrow.

I didn't feel entirely relieved, because I knew it wouldn't have enough space to fit my boxes, but I put one foot in front of another.  By now, my kids were starting to wake up and they were ready to help.  I told them about the van.  "Let's go get it, Mom.  Any help is a positive and let's just see what happens."

So, we picked up the van and met up with our Ukrainian friends at the house.   All of us faced the storage room together.  I made quick work of sorting through all of the unboxed items.  We made a pile for keep, and another pile for trash.  Everyone began boxing up the items in the keep pile.

I couldn't believe how quickly it went with the help of my kids and our friends.  What felt like an insurmountable task was done within a couple of hours.   But, I still hadn't worked out how we would move all of the boxes, and there were more than I even anticipated.  

My friend backed his truck up to the back door and we filled the back of his Ram.  "If we pile anymore boxes in the back," he said, "I'm afraid we're going to lose them on the highway."  I agreed.  

All of us turned our attention to the van.  We opened the back doors and began filling it, and much to my amazement, box after box seemed to align perfectly inside the van.  When we were finished, every box remaining to be loaded fit into the van except for a small table.    "Well," I said, "we'll come back and get the table another time."  It wasn't a big deal, and I was so happy everything else fit, that I didn't care much about the table anymore.

"Wait," the Ukrainian Mom said, "let me try."  She rearranged a few boxes in the back of the van, and we were able to slide the table perfectly between the boxes.  We all held our breaths as we closed the door, wondering if it would latch.  We sighed with relief when we heard the door close completely.  If we had one more thing, just one more thing, it wouldn't have worked.  

God doesn't need the perfect tools to work a miracle. The solution God provides is often the one that is available.  The van was available and its owner was willing to allow it to be used.  

Its an interesting lesson.  

Take David, for example.  The future king was a boy tending to his father's livestock in the field.  When asked about his sons, his father didn't even remember to bring him forth as part of the lineage.  He was an afterthought, not a king.  He didn't matter, even to his father, except as a laborer.  

But, God doesn't need the perfect solution.  He needs the willing one.  He needs the available one.  This willing and faithful afterthought would save Israel over and over from attackers.  In fact, the Messiah Himself would come from his lineage.  But, on paper, he wasn't the right fit for the job.

Maybe you sometimes feel you're not the right fit for the job.  Whether it is in your job, your parenting, your relationships or even as a Christian.  Certainly, I've had my moments feeling that way as a divorced single Mom.  I don't have what it takes.  Why on earth would God choose me for this particular assignment?  

But, regardless of how you may feel, or how you may even look on paper, you are loved and cherished by God.  He sees what you bring to His kingdom, not what you lack.  All God asks of us is to take what we have and do the best we have with it.  My friend had a van, which was the wrong fit for what I needed.  But, God did the rest.

We may not have the best skillset, or even be the sharpest tool in the shed.  But, remember, God looks at the heart.  When God saw David, He saw his heart.  Our availability and willingness are what God uses, not our perfection.  The world looks at what we offer on the outside, but God looks at what's inside of us.  

Many years ago, when we were going through the adoption process for our kids, one of the question they asked us was whether we would consider adopting a special needs child.  My response was one of fear.  "We have no experience parenting a normal child, let alone special needs.  We would have no idea how to do it."  I knew that on paper, I was the wrong fit for the job.

At the time, I didn't understand that God didn't need for me to walk into this situation with a set of skills.  He needed me to be open and available, and He would fill in the gap for me.  Most people with special needs children have never parented special needs kids before.  I certainly wouldn't have been the first.

Well, God usually doesn't let me deter His plans (thank goodness).  I ended up adopting not one special needs child, but two, and I wouldn't have had it any other way.  I was right about one thing, thought.  I didn't know what I was doing when I raised them.  But, God knew exactly what needed to be done, and He led me through it.  He didn't need my perfection to perform His miracle.

It appears I've been learning this lesson for a long time, and I still need reminding.  

God wants to use us where we are, with what we have.  He fills in for all of our shortcomings.  He simply asks us for a willing heart.  In conclusion, I hope you don't walk away missing the moral of this story.

I've moved the last load of stuff out of my house. 

Praise The Lord for getting me through!  

I spent this weekend moving furniture out of my old house.  If you're thinking to yourself, it seems like she's been moving forever, you would be right.  You may also be thinking I am tired of hearing about this move.  Well, there's no reprieve, my friends.  If I must suffer, so must you.  

Leaving a five bedroom home on acreage and moving into a two bedroom apartment is quite the process.  It seems like no matter how much stuff I get rid of, there's still more stuff.  Every time I turn my back, it multiplies.  I'm two weeks away from being fully transitioned to apartment life.  My house is sold, and most of my belongings are moved out.  

But, can I tell you the funniest story?  My daughter has moved into the same apartment building as I live in, and she lives a floor below me.  In addition, my mother decided to sell her home.  Can you guess where she's moved?

She's literally in the apartment above me.  I can actually hear her when she gets up in the middle of the night to use the restroom (although she doesn't know that, and I don't plan to tell her).  

I spent time grieving the loss of my home, because it was a place for my kids and I to be together.  It was also near my mother.  I had no idea Mom would sell her house.  I am now physically closer to all of them here in my little apartment.  I like to tell people my living situation is a cross between Seinfeld and Everybody Loves Raymond.  I have family coming through the front door more often now than when I lived in the country.   But, I love every minute of it.  

This scenario was unimaginable two years ago.  God's plans are so creative, and I would have never imagined he has a plan to bring me closer to my family instead of further away by selling my home.  All I knew was He kept telling me to simplify my life.  

It still feels so surreal.

But, wait.  There's more.  Guess who bought my mother's house?  The Ukrainian refugee family that I am sponsoring.  Now, they have a beautiful home to raise their kids.  My mother is in a place that is better for her.  I am free from the obligations of overseeing a small farm.  It feels like a gigantic domino of miracles.  

In the gospels of the Bible, we read about Jesus' first miracle.  He was at a wedding, and the bride and groom ran out of wine for the guests.  In the culture of the time, running out of wine was considered embarrassing. Rather than seeing the bride and groom humiliated, Jesus' mother Mary prodded Him into His first miracle.  But, before Jesus performed the miracle, Mary gave instructions to the servants.  

Do what he tells you to do.

The servants did exactly as Jesus told them, and once all tasks were complete, the miracle was indeed performed.  Water turned into wine and the guests were astonished the bride and groom saved the best wine for the end of the party.  Yes, the same wine that was water a few minutes prior.

Consider the servants in this account.  Mary had faith because she knew what Jesus could do.  But, the servants were obedient and had no idea they were going to see a miracle.  They were filling cisterns with water, thinking to themselves, What we need is wine, why are we filling cisterns with water?  We need a Wal-Mart delivery, or perhaps an Insta-cart ASAP.  These instructions don't align with what we're needing.  

Sometimes in life, we have no idea what God is going to do.  We simply have to do what God tells us to do, and then the miracle follows.  Looking back, I can see multiple circumstances where this played out in my own life.

God asked me to host Ukrainian refugees.  It wasn't convenient.  I was newly divorced (I actually signed divorce papers after the family arrived), inviting a family of four into our home.  I was working long hours.  We had a language barrier.  There were so many unanswered questions. Where would their kids go to school?  What if they were mass murderers?  What if they committed a crime here, and I was held responsible?  What if we genuinely don't like each other?  What if, what if, what if?

After waiting at the airport for three hours for them to clear customs, I threw my arms around a very exhausted family of four.  From then on, we've been in separable.  In the worst pain after my divorce, a family came along who was an integral part of my personal healing.  I had no idea my personal healing would be part of God's miracle.  I was just doing what He told me to do.

A few nights ago, I was removing a mirror from a dresser this week before the movers arrived.  Most of the stuff is out of my house, so I didn't have many tools to help me with this particular task.  I sighed with disappointment when I saw the mirror was attached to the dresser with screws that required an Allen wrench.

I looked through the tools in my toolbox, and I found two Allen wrenches, but neither of them fit.  I was tired, frustrated, and I desperately wanted to go to sleep.  It was late at night and this was my final task to prepare for the movers.

But, I could not find the right tools.  

As I looked though my empty cabinets one more time, I prayed a prayer.  God, I know this is a little thing, but can you please help me find an Allen wrench?  I began to look under my sink and as I looked, I felt the Holy Spirit prompting me to look further.  In the back corner, under my sink, was a Ziploc baggie with some tools in it.  One of them was a flat screwdriver. 

It was exciting to find tools, but still, these weren't the right ones.  Try it, God said, and see how much I love you.

I decided to do what God told me to do, even though it made no sense.  I went to the bedroom and tried using the flat screwdriver.  Much to my amazement, it fit perfectly into the square and it began to turn the screws.  I was so excited and I praised God, thanking Him for his amazing miracles and hidden flat screwdrivers under my sink!  

Then, I got to the fourth screw.

It was stripped and nothing I did would remove the screw.  As I continued to sweat and agonize over the screw, I saw a shadow begin to come across me as a piece of wood holding the mirror in place gave way under the weight.  The mirror was unable to completely fall to the floor since one screw was holding it in place, but a small piece of wood integral to the functionality of the entire dresser had broken.  It could be fixed, but still, it was annoying and I had narrowly missed having the entire mirror come crashing down on my head.

Even after all my near-death experience, I still had to remove the screw to finish the job.

I was down.  I was discouraged.  I hated Allen wrenches.  I cursed myself for my love of cheap furniture that was made with cheap screws.

I googled how to remove a stripped screw.  One popular response said to put a rubber band between the screwdriver and the screw.  Well, this was yet another miracle because I had just cleaned out the junk drawer in the kitchen.  I praised God for His goodness and couldn't believe my luck, knowing I had just thrown a few rubber bands into the trash. 

There was only one small problem.  I had thrown a lot of other trash on top of the rubber bands, including an old razor with sharp edges.  So, I meticulously waded through my trash, hoping I wouldn't slice my finger off, and wouldn't you know it!  I found not one rubber band, but two!  And somehow I bypassed the razor.

I was excited.  I praised God again.

Immediately I went back to work on the pesky screw, knowing God was going to work yet another miracle.  I must have worked twenty minutes until I poked holes in both rubber bands and they fell apart.  No amount of sweat was going to work with this cheap screw and these flimsy rubber bands.

I was down.  I was dejected.  I hated rubber bands that were cheap.  I cursed myself for my love of cheap rubber bands.

I googled how to remove a stripped screw when rubber bands fail.  The next idea was to take your screwdriver and hammer it into the screw to create its own groove.  I decided to try it.  I didn't have a hammer but I found a pair of old, rusty heavy pliers.  I told myself it was basically the same thing.  I took the first swing with the large pliers against the small screwdriver.  I missed and hit my hand.

I believe it was at this point that I almost lost it.  But I heard God whisper to me Don't give up, I am going to see this through.  I wasn't in the greatest of moods, so I won't share my response.  But, I kept hammering with my pliers-turned-hammer and much to my amazement, when I turned the screwdriver, the screw began to turn.

It was working!  I hammered some more, and I turned the screw again. And again.  Eventually, the fourth screw came out and I was able to remove the entire mirror.  I laid face up on the carpet, stared at the ceiling and thanked God for getting me through this very trying ordeal.  I felt that perhaps it could have gone more smoothly without the mirror nearly taking my head off, but I didn't want to complain.

The next morning, before the movers arrived, I was cleaning out a nightstand next to my bed.  There, towards the back of the drawer was an Allen wrench.  Just for kicks, I decided to see if it fit the mirror.

It did.

God, I prayed, why didn't you tell me the Allen wrench was in the nightstand?  It would have been so much easier if you had, I don't know, TOLD ME IT WAS THERE ALL ALONG.

God quickly responded. My child, I don't need the right tools to perform a miracle.  

Then I remembered the fourth screw.  Only a flathead would have worked to remove it. God really is amazing.  I would have never gotten the mirror removed with the right tool.  I apologized for doubting Him and for, you know, being snippy.      

I knew God had a bigger point with me than how to remove a stripped screw.  Immediately, my mind went to all of the different people in scripture God used to perform miracles.  None of them were the perfect fit for the job.  Moses?  He was a terrible public speaker.  David?  Well, he was a hot mess for years before he got back on track.  Peter?  He cut off a soldier's ear and then denied knowing Jesus.  Their roads weren't easy and their decisions weren't perfect.  They were the flathead screwdrivers and the pliers-turned-hammer.  But, in the end, they were victorious because they did what God told them to do, even when it didn't make sense. 

They were the wrong choices on paper, but the right choices for the situation because of their obedience.  

I'm sure the soldiers questioned the method when they marched around the walls of Jericho seven times.  But, when the horns blew and the people shouted, the miracle happened and the walls came tumbling down.  Most people would use a different tool besides a horn to bring down a wall.  But, not our amazing God.

Your miracle might be right around the corner, but it may not look the way you think it should look.  It won't go the way you think it should go.  You may not have the right tools.  I am here to tell you, it doesn't matter.  God will make it happen in a way you don't anticipate.  You don't always know the problems that lie ahead, so that's why our only job is to simply do what He tells us to do.  He will take it from there.  

He loves us so much.

Downsizing from a house to an apartment is challenging.  I am still adjusting to my downsized life and I have thrown away so many things.  My kitchen is smaller.  My closet is smaller.  I am still working my way through this move, trying to get everything to fit in my new place.  I brought several boxes from my old kitchen into my apartment, and I went through cake pans that I'd collected over the years.  Many of them I haven't touched in possibly a decade!  As I went through them, I filled two trash cans full of cake pans and other kitchen supplies that I can't use anymore (nor do I have room for).  Some of them were actually rusty, and not even fit for donation.

It was time to throw them away.

I went through a similar exercise with my clothes.  I have some old clothes that I haven't gotten rid of for whatever reason.  They may have holes in them, or possibly even stained.  But, holding onto things like this is no longer possible in this little apartment.  So, I did what I needed to do.

I threw them away.

God has led my heart to accept it, though, and I actually welcome it now.  A simpler life frees me up for so many more things, and while I'm still in transition, I am enjoying life with fewer things.  Life is easier when you throw away things that no longer serve your purpose.

Perhaps that's what makes God so amazing.  I'm making my way through Judges in the Bible.  As I read some of the stories, I ask myself, God why would you ever want to save us?  We stopped serving your purpose a long time ago.  Humanity is so cruel, and so depraved.  Its been that way since Biblical times.

God could have looked at the earth and the humans He created, and decided to start over.  Time to throw it all away and start anew.  He has the power to do it, yet He doesn't.  Instead He sacrifices his only Son to save it.  I watch the news today full of anger and hate, and simultaneously I'm reading the old testament, full of depravity, and know I wouldn't have made the same call.  I think I'd have tossed the entire creation into the trash bin.  Chalk it up as a failure, and move on.

Its a good thing I'm not God.  He has a different view. 

Joel 2:25-26 I will restore to you the years that the swarming locust has eaten, the hopper, the destroyer, and the cutter, my great army, which I sent among you. “You shall eat in plenty and be satisfied, and praise the name of the Lord your God, who has dealt wondrously with you. And my people shall never again be put to shame.

It turns out God likes words that start with "re".  God's entire plan for humanity and creation is to restore, redeem, and resurrect it.  We will have the opportunity to live the life we were meant to live all along, in the presence of the One who created us.  

Restore:  I go through various stages of obsessive hobbies.  For a while, I was obsessed with restoring furniture.  I would look for old furniture, sometimes antiques, and I would study how to restore it back to its original condition.  Sometimes I would find my treasures being discarded on the side of the street, or given away at garage sales.  I liked stripping off years of dried, crusty paint to reveal a beautiful piece of wood furniture underneath.  Then I would sand away all of the scratches in the wood.  

Restoration simply meant fixing everything that was broken and removing the years of dirt, paint, and damage to reveal what was truly underneath.  I tried to imagine creating the original piece of furniture years ago, and the beauty of it when it was brand new.  I always wanted to bring it back to the original beauty.

God says he will restore us.  All of the damage done by living in a broken world will someday be removed.  God doesn't say He will recreate us or start all over.  He will restore what's already there, buried under years of pain, rejection, heartache, and suffering.  

1 Peter 5:10 And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen and establish you.

God doesn't give up on his creation.  His story is one of preserving his creation.  Protecting his creation.  Restoring his creation.

After years of traumatic events, including my divorce, I found myself lost.  I was so buried underneath the pain and rejection of it all.  I was angry all of the time (still gets the best of me sometimes), and I had become someone I didn't like anymore.  I was like a wounded animal, lashing out at anyone who was brave enough to try to get close to me.  

I needed God to restore me.  I didn't know what happened, but I had morphed so far away from what I wanted to be, and what He created me to be.  I'm sure I'm still a long ways from my original design, but the realization that I didn't have to ask God to make me into a new person was a big deal to me.  I just needed God to take me back to who I truly was, because that was valuable enough for God to fashion with His own hands.  My personality, my kindness and caring, and even my sense of humor were part of my original design.  I wasn't a bad person.  I had simply lost it buried under years of dirt.  I needed my Savior to restore me.  I still need it.  Every day of my life.

I wonder about heaven.  It must feel so incredible to be completely restored once and for all.  

Redeem:  The definition of redeem is to "gain or regain possession of (something) in exchange for payment".  I can certainly understand the joy of restoration.  It is work, but it is also rewarding to take something back to its original purpose.  But, to pay a large price for something that is worn, damaged, and in desperate need of repair?  I go back to my original question while reading through Judges.  

Why, when you can just make another?

After all of the mocking and the betrayal by humankind, why on earth would God want to redeem us?  There is only one answer for something that seems so senseless.  

Love.  Radical love that remains regardless of our betrayals.  Love that never stops seeking us.  Love that defies logic and is so pure in its design that we struggle to believe it.  Nothing could be so good, at least not based on our experience.  Yet, it is the only possible explanation for such a decision.  

Psalm 111:9 He sent redemption to his people; he has commanded his covenant forever. Holy and awesome is his name!

Why would God want to not only restore me, but pay a high price for me?  I'm buried in years of paint and dirt, and I am often so broken I cannot even fulfill my original purpose.  If I was a table, I would probably be missing a leg and the other three would be questionable.  Yet, He would give his very Son as a price, who is perfect?

I am not sure, on this side of heaven, that we can fully understand the amount of love it would take to put such a sequence of events in place.  But, I am going to spend my life trying.  Its a worthy pursuit, because when someone as powerful as the Creator of the universe sees value in you, a strange thing happens.  You start to see value in yourself.  Love like this is life-changing.  

Redemption changes everything.  It was part of His plan all along.

Resurrect:      

Not only does God's story include restoration and redemption, but His plans also include living with us for eternity.  After our earthly death, God will breathe new life into us.  We will get to live restored, redeemed, and resurrected. 

He will restore not only us, but all of creation back to its original intention.  I like to let my imagination run wild in this area.  What will life be like with animals?  What was our interaction with them meant to be like?  Will there be spiders?  Will bugs be colorful on a resurrected earth?  Will there be new sounds, new colors, that we've never experienced?

What will life feel like when each day is spent doing work I was designed to do?  What will live be like without anxiety, depression, and sadness?  Can you even imagine it!  

The most exciting part of all of this is that each and every day, we will get to be in the presence of the One who created us.  Every day we will know the love of God firsthand.  We will be completely healed by His love, and our minds will be absolutely peaceful.  

There are times I just long for it.  When the days get long and my stress is out of control, I can't help but look forward to the grand finale of God's plan for my life.  Yes, I'm excited for heaven, but I'm most excited for Him.  To be able to finally be with the One who designed me, with all of my individual traits.  He is full of love, and the day will come that we get to be with Him for all of eternity.

What an incredible plan for humanity.

He spoke slowly and methodically.  English was his second language, so it wasn't easy for him to convey all of his emotions while translating at the same time.  He was from Sierra Leone, and he told stories of war, disease, and unthinkable cruelty upon invasion of rebel forces.  He lost twelve of his family members in one night when their city was overtaken.

Once called the "forgotten continent", Africa has persevered through the most frightening of realities.  I was completely absorbed by the story of his life.  He was a pastor of a Christian church in Sierra Leone.  He talked about the horrors of Ebola.  He told us about how he walks past a mass grave containing twelve of his family members, murdered for no reason.  He sadly recalled the assaults on the women in his city, and how he's working to change the culture from women are seen to women are heard.

During the invasion of his city, he stayed to minister and be with his people while the remainder of his family fled for safety.  Every day was uncertain.  Rebel forces would not be kind to a Christian pastor.  Would he live, or would he die?

I wondered if I would be so obedient.  I don't know. 

While sitting in our church, sharing his story, he mentioned he was anxious to return home.  

"I want to help my people, and I miss them." he said with a slight smile.  

The luxuries of America didn't tempt him.  He knew his calling.  "Wickedness is temporary," he said.  "What is lasting is Jesus."

After the service was over, I wanted to find him.  I wanted to tell him that his story mattered to me, and that I needed to hear about his faith.  I wasn't even sure why, but my soul needed it this week and tears stung my eyes as I listened to him talk.  I needed to be reminded about a God who is faithful, regardless of our circumstances.    

I had to stand in line to talk to him.  As I waited, I thought about how many celebrities we would stand in line to talk to, yet very few people were in line to talk to this hero of the faith.  

Finally, my turn came.  "Thank you for coming here to see us," I said.  "And thank you for sharing your story.  You are a warrior for Christ."

He nodded kindly.  "I am leaving America so encouraged."

I was glad I mustered up the courage to share my gratitude.  It was the least I could do.  As we walked away, my son said, "He reminds me of Paul in the Bible,".  

I learned a lot from this great man from Africa today.  His lessons around how to persevere through stressful situations really hit home for me.  While I haven't experienced nearly the horrors he's lived through, the daily battles against fear and the strongholds of trauma are also real in my life.  

From Fear to Faith:  In the midst of a dark and broken world, prayer is an exercise of faith and a weapon against fear.  I can recall the first few months of being on my own after my ex-husband and I separated.  I'd never known fear like it came for me during that time.  I felt like I couldn't breathe, and it threatened to overtake me.  When we are deep in the grip of fear, life can feel hopeless.

But, God's power in us helps us to overcome fear.  When we fear, we need to go to God with our prayers.  We can be very intentional with our prayers.  There's nothing wrong with asking God for a new house, a car, or a promotion.  But something happens when we are intentional with our relationship with God.  Things feel different when we pray God I want to conquer this fear by knowing you more.  I want to read my Bible not for what I can get out of it, but because I want to know you.  Open my eyes to see people the way you see them.  Teach me who you are.

During those tumultuous years of my life, my world was so upside-down that I didn't trust myself to make good decisions.  My confidence was shot, and I wasn't even sure if I could lead myself and my kids out of this gigantic mess.  I remember being so tired of questioning myself and worrying about whether I was right or wrong.  I asked God, Just teach me your ways, Lord.  I'm tired of mine.  I'm tired of wondering if I'm doing things right or not.  Your ways are always the right ways, so please just teach me Your ways.

In times of great stress, be intentional with prayer and desire God more than ever.  

From Noise to Silence:  The devil brings noise, chaos and confusion.  When I was hurt deeply through my divorce, sometimes the anger was so loud in my ears I could barely hear anything else.  My flesh was screaming for revenge.  My mind meditated on the confusion, trying to make sense of it all.  What should I do?  What is the next move?

Be still and see what God is doing.

In times of great stress, the distractions are overwhelming.  When we're distracted, Christ isn't at the center anymore.  Our center moves from one thing to the next, focusing on an area that needs attention until another problem surfaces.  It creates instability, and we feel like we're adrift at sea, floating from one big wave to another.  Emotions rise and fall, and we're along for the ride just trying to hang on.  

But, we can be still.  

We can make Christ the center, our One and Only, the Lord of our life.  It doesn't mean things won't become difficult, but we don't have to be at the mercy of those waves any longer.  Christ stands above all problems, above all waves in our lives.  He walked on water, after all, on the same waves that would drown you or I.  

From Envy to Contentment:  Envy is simply wanting what someone else has.  Maybe you wish your marriage was like theirs.  They have a nice house.  A better car.  Maybe they're more attractive.  They receive more love than you.  They're never rejected.  They always land on their feet, no matter the situation.

Whatever it is, envy is the pain of wanting what someone else has.  Envy is multiplied in times of great stress, because our joy is already under attack.  But, when you really think about it, envy is truly wanting what you feel you lack.  No one wants a new vacuum if they already have one (I'll be honest, I never want a new vacuum).  No one wants a new toothbrush when they have twelve at home.  We want what we don't have.

Or more precisely, what we don't think we have.

God can fill any void and in face, God is the only true solution to the voids in our life.  When we perceive life knowing God fulfills our needs, we can move from envy to contentment.  We don't have to look at the world, trying to figure out how it will fill our needs.   Our neighbor with the new car doesn't stir jealousy, because we don't need a new car to compete (or whatever the reason).  In fact, we may drive our old car because its affordable.  I mean, who are they to judge our old car?  Hypothetically?

A life of contentment is a life of peace.  Not wanting or needing what others have is a form of spiritual freedom, and frees us from the stress of needing to compete.  

Psalm 37:4  Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart.

Remember, in the most dire of all circumstances, be intentional in seeking Jesus.  He will carry you through. 

I woke up in the middle of the night with a start.  The nightmare was recurring.  I was going to lose my house, and the kids and I weren't going to have a place to live.  The fear haunted me over and over, especially during the first days after my separation from my husband.  I wasn't making enough money at the time to cover all of our bills.  I didn't know what I was going to do.

I hit my knees in the middle of the night, for so many nights.  Please, Lord.  Don't let me lose our house.  Please keep my home for me.  I would record statements of faith, telling myself I was going to sell my house when I wanted to, not because I was losing my home.

The Lord heard my prayers.  He kept me from losing my home.  Every time I thought I wasn't going to be able to make the mortgage payment, somehow money would come through the door and I would be OK.  God is so faithful, and his faithfulness is consistent even though we don't deserve it.  Amen?

God took care of me.  He will take care of you, too.

It seems that in our times of greatest need, God opens His blessings upon us.  Sometimes we don't see it, because the pressure within our lives is so intense.  But, in loss, God always gives us three things:  faith, hope and love.  All three are tremendous blessings, and I don't know what I would have done without them during the darkest times of my life.

Faith:  

My son was diagnosed with a brain tumor when he was seven years old.  If you follow my story, you know he recurred again when he was fifteen, and he is living a healthy life now.  But, that first diagnosis was absolutely stunning to us.  I was still married at the time, and we were going to Memphis for his first brain surgery.  To say we were stressed was an understatement.  

The day before checking into the hospital, we went to the local mall.  I don't know why, but I think we needed to get out of our room and be around people a bit.  We wanted to get our minds on something besides the dreaded surgical check-in that was looming ahead.

As we were walking around the mall, a stranger approached my husband.  He said, "Sir, I'm sorry to intrude, but I just wanted to know if I could pray for you."  The tears flowed down our faces as this man, a perfect stranger, prayed over us.  He had no way of knowing our son was going in for brain surgery the next morning.  As we talked to him further, we learned he was a pastor, simply following the prodding of God to approach a perfect stranger and pray for them.

In times of tremendous difficulty, God does incredible things to grow our faith.  When I think of the blessings in my life, the greatest of all blessings must be the way He's grown my faith.  God Himself is our blessing, and His greatest gift to us is Him.  He goes out of His way to remind us He isn't going to leave our side during our darkest of times.

Hope:

God gives us hope through the expectation of eternal life with Him.  There's more to life than this world, and Heaven is where we will spend eternity with our savior.  No matter what we're going through, we know that all of this is temporary.  I don't know about you, but I can't wait for Heaven.

I'm reading a book by Randy Alcorn called Heaven, and it is fascinating to study the subject.  Belief in heaven isn't just a nice thought once in a while.  It is life-sustaining.  It is what gives us hope.  We are destined to live in resurrected bodies on a resurrected Earth!  Can you believe it?  Can you even imagine it?  I like to try.  

We'll never be cold (my freezing feet will be no more!).  We'll never be tired.  I bet the food is really good.  Perhaps my frizzy hair will stay under control.  But, do you know the best thing of all?  We will see Jesus face to face.  This wonderous, amazing savior who suffered on the cross for you and I, will be in our very presence.  I can only imagine my never-ending tears.  How do you even begin to say thank you?

Nothing will ever compare to it.  We've never experienced anything like it.  Yet the bible promises it to us.  We've done nothing to earn it, however it is ours through grace and faith.  

Love:

God's love is not the same as earthly love.  That's because His love is unconditional.  He isn't going to stop speaking to you because you did something stupid, or mean, or sinful.  He made you so He can love you.  He made you to be in relationship with Him.  Even if your stressful situation is your own doing, He isn't going anywhere.  We can't truly understand this, because this type of love doesn't exist on earth.

Imagine your worst sin.  Now imagine Jesus coming along with a white paintbrush, covering the dark stain that has been left by that sin.  But, it doesn't come for free.  For each brushstroke removing your dark stain, you hear a clanking noise.  It is the hammer hitting the nail, causing agonizing pain for Him.  But, he continues.  He moves onto your next area of shame, eradicating the darkness.  The noise is heard again, and His pain is evident.  But, He knows He must endure it so he can spend eternity with you.

We don't know this kind of love.  

Any God who would endure something like this does not abandon us in a time of need.  He is ever-present, ever-loving, and always faithful.  

John 10:10  The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.

One of the most difficult things about going through something traumatic is navigating the changes that come from it.  In my case, with my divorce, I was already traumatized by the deterioration of my marriage.  But, in the midst of it all, the ramifications of the event itself requires so many decisions.  What do finances look like now?  Where will we live?  How will I work and take care of kids at the same time?  It is difficult to think clearly, let alone make these huge decisions.

Don't get me wrong, these are important decisions.  But, looking back on it now, the biggest decisions coming from life-changing events are spiritual.  All of these spiritual questions that seem to appear boil down to one central idea.  Do we want to live life with or without God?  Something as serious as divorce causes you to re-examine your identity.  What will the focus of your life be on a daily basis now?

Speaking from a place of total transparency, I was tempted to throw a lot of my beliefs out the window during the first few months of our separation.  I wanted to get away from my problems.  I would rather go out with friends and have some drinks than face a stack of unpaid bills at home.  I'm grateful for my kids, because during this time, I knew I couldn't become the exact opposite of the values I'd taught them.  I loved them more than I loved myself at that time, and I continued on the right road for them.

Isn't interesting how the devil comes into our lives at the most opportune times?  He loves trying to numb our broken hearts with anything other than God. Even though the devil tried to hide it, the real question that was sitting in front of me was whether I still stood for Christ when my life fell apart.  Did I want a life with or without God?  

I didn't make all of my decisions perfectly, trust me.  But I eventually chose to continue a life with God.  Once I gave into that decision, He became my lifeline, my true Savior that saved me in the midst of my pain.  I started to ask, God please tell me how to choose you.  Show me how to get closer to you.  Teach me to seek decisions that bring me peace rather than chaos.

God is so faithful, and He gave me concrete ways to seek Him.  I made a list (of course I did!) in case you're in a similar situation.  You've chosen to trust God, but you're needing to be close to Him.  You're needing to know Him better.  You need to know He loves you, and you need to be reassured that He's there and He's not going to let you fall. 

I know that type of desperation, and here's what I learned: 

Develop some routines.  With my personality, I have to be careful with this one.  But, I needed something I did every day that cultivated a more loving relationship with God.  I would suggest starting with just one routine if you are wired like me and can easily cross into a line of legalism.  I'll assign myself ten routines off the bat, then I'll feel like a failure if I don't do all of them.  Don't do this!  This is about God, not you, so don't make the focus of this around your own performance.  

Find yourself a routine that allows you to communicate with God.  Perhaps it is time with a journal.  Maybe at breakfast, you break out your Bible while you eat your eggs.  If you need some exercise, maybe a walk with God is a great routine to begin your day.  A long drive into work could offer opportunities to talk to God.  Whatever it is, find something you can do every day that will allow you to connect with God without distraction.

I'm not sure I recommend my routine, but I'll tell you what I did anyway.  I took some serious notes during church at this time of my life.  I also had a long commute into work that took nearly two hours a day of my time.  So, during my commute I would read my notes out loud to myself.  There's safety concerns with this, so I don't recommend you repeat it.  But, I was just so desperate to get God into my mind that I would sit and repeat those notes over and over to myself while I drove.

By the time I got to work, many days I was in tears.  As I read through my church notes and verses, every day there would be a new layer of truth revealed to me.  I would learn something else about God's love for me, and I was so starved for love during this time of my life, that coming into contact with God's perfect love released a flood of tears every morning.  It was healing, and it was something my heart needed so much.

Make God the center of your life.    I was in such a place of desperation that I simply told myself God has to be at the center of everything, because anything else was too painful.  God had to come first and everything else needed to be second.  I needed Him to lead the way, because I didn't trust myself to be in the driver's seat of my own life anymore.

Everything we do pours out of what's at the center of our life.  If you're beating yourself up because you're not the person you want to be, please stop feeling terrible.  I spent a lot of years trying to change myself overnight.  My focus was on my behavior.  But, what pours out of you comes from what's at the center of your heart.  Instead of trying so hard to change myself, I realized I had to make a shift to put God first.  He has to be the source of our love and that's what changes a person.  We can't give others what we don't have, and we need God's love to be the focus of our life.

There's a good section in Deuteronomy that talks about making God's truths the center of our lives:

Deuteronomy 6:7-9 Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up. 8 Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads. 9 Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates.

Start today.  Its never too late to start (or restart) utilizing routines to make God the center of your life.  Choose one.  Plan your day, and if something comes up and you're unable to complete your routine, try again.  The devil will try all kinds of things to derail you, but don't give up.  Making God the center of your life is life-changing, and you can restart as many times as you need.

We will always choose to make something the center of our lives.  When we don't choose to make God the center, we will inevitably choose something much worse.  We may choose anger, alcohol, bitterness, or many other destructive tendencies. 

Instead, work to integrate God into all situations and circumstances, make Him the center, and watch your life change.  He truly is our Savior.

I spent the Fourth of July in bed, sick.  I really hate being sick, but I especially hate being sick in the summer.  It feels so wrong when the weather is 100 degrees outside, and I am under the covers popping throat lozenges.  

I spent several days, suffering in bed, watching true crime murder mysteries.  I managed to make myself so afraid at night that I asked my daughter to let me borrow her dog for a few days to protect me from murderers.  My daughter sighed, "Oh Mom," before agreeing to loan out her fierce, fluffy dog.  But, let's be honest, if I am depending on him to protect me, I don't have much of a fighting chance.

My illness wasn't that bad.  I managed to catch an annoying flu bug, so I don't want to over-dramatize the situation, but isn't it interesting how quickly our priorities change when we're dealing with health issues?  Everything we could do with ease now becomes difficult.  Feeling good isn't a given, but instead becomes a gift.  Sleeping for a reasonable block of time feels like luxury. All of a sudden, I have a lot more time to talk to God.

Please God, let me feel better.  Heal this body, Lord, and I'm sorry for filling it with junk food and not exercising it properly.  Have pity on your daughter, God!.  I pretty much repeat those prayers over and over, just in case God missed it the first time.    Then, I walk around the house, lock the doors, and watch another episode of true crime until I fall asleep again.  

Don't we hate it when life becomes interrupted?  We have bills to pay, work to do, and appointments to attend.  Our lives are complicated, fast-paced, and relentless.  But, when God slows my life down in situations such as this, I have to wonder.  Is all of the busyness of life focused on what truly matters?  Are we so pre-occupied with our schedules that we can't be interrupted by the God who loves us perfectly?

I had plans for a Fourth of July party this week.  I had work to do.  I had an appointment with my bank.  I needed to help the Ukrainian families.  Days spent in bed battling a fever and a runny nose weren't in the plan.  

While I certainly don't believe God wants to see me suffering with a flu, I do believe He will use all things to draw me closer to Him if I will simply allow it.  He especially uses interruptions to change our focus back onto things that matter.  Jesus' life was full of interruptions as He walked the earth.  

Some interruptions are fairly minor, like my flu.  Some are major, like divorce, serious health issues, or a death of someone close to us.  I read a story recently about someone who was an innocent bystander during a violent shooting that happened twenty years ago.  She was shot, seriously wounded, and still lives with effects from the shooting.  Talk about a big-time life interruption.  

I remember when our son was diagnosed with cancer at age 7.  It was a moment where time stood still.  In an instant, I had no idea what the future looked like.  Would we have our son six months from now, or would be be planning a funeral?  Would we be able to work while he battled this?  Would my daughter stay in school?  You can't schedule tragedy, you can only react to it and let the unknown unfold as you walk through it.

How do we handle interruptions to our life in a way that honors God?  

1.  Look for Jesus in the Interruption.  The gospels recall a situation where the disciples are in the middle of a storm in a boat.  They are terrified while dealing with this storm at night.  Then, the craziest thing happens.  They see someone walking on the water towards them and they think it is a ghost.

Matt Ch. 14: 25 Shortly before dawn Jesus went out to them, walking on the lake. 26 When the disciples saw him walking on the lake, they were terrified. “It’s a ghost,” they said, and cried out in fear.  27 But Jesus immediately said to them: “Take courage! It is I. Don’t be afraid.”

Can you imagine?  Not only are they dealing with a storm, now they've got a ghost to deal with.  Things are not going according to plan, and they're actually so terrified they cry out in fear.  But, it wasn't a ghost at all.  The disciples did not recognize Jesus in their storm.  So, Jesus calmed them and told them not to be afraid.  Later, He also calmed the storm.  Their interruption with this unexpected storm was setting the stage for a miracle.

I wonder how often we don't recognize Jesus during our storms, because He doesn't look the way we expect Him to.  But, He is far greater than we anticipated, working miracles and calming our storms.  

2.  Pay Attention To What's Broken.  My car is notorious for breaking down.  I am emotionally invested into this car, and I've fixed it many times.  I refuse to pay for a new at the current prices, so I keep fixing up my old car.  

Last year, the air conditioning went out in my car during the middle of July.  In my part of the country, temperatures get well over 100 degrees in July.  I was sweating like crazy, driving back and forth into work, trying to make do until I had time to fix my air conditioner.  This happened during a busy week for me, and I was annoyed I had to take time away from work to get my car fixed once again.

After I took my car into the shop, I asked them to go ahead and do a full assessment on the vehicle.  I had noticed it was running a little rough lately.  In the assessment, they found a major issue with the car that was likely to leave me stranded if I didn't have it fixed.  If the air conditioner hadn't gone out and required a fix, I would have likely continued driving my car in the current state and ruined my engine.  

So often, interruptions are present in our lives to deal with things that are broken.  It could be a problem with our health, a problem with a person that needs our attention, or even things in our lives that are broken.  While the interruption might be an annoyance, focusing on what's broken now could save us further heartache down the road.

Many times the things we think are the problem are actually pointing to a bigger issue.  This week, with my flu, I have a need to get better from my illness and heal my broken body.  But, I had also over-scheduled myself and I needed to slow down and spend some time with Jesus.  There was more broken than I originally realized.  The extra time with God was very helpful for me to have some important realizations this week. 

3.  Use Interruptions to Refocus your life.  All of us worship something, but perhaps it isn't God.  It could be money, work, image, fame, or even ourselves.  Interruptions can bring these false idols to light and allow us to refocus on what's important.  Why was I so upset about taking a few hours off of work to get my air conditioner fixed?  Yes, it was annoying, but my reaction was more than annoyance.  My car is always breaking down, and I'm having to deal with it yet again.  Co-workers are going to wonder why I don't just get a new car and I don't want to have to explain that I really can't afford to pay for a brand new car.  Perhaps I need to get a handle on worrying about what others think.

With my son's diagnosis, things were refocused in an instant.  Work didn't matter.  Money didn't matter.  Schedules didn't matter.  We were panicked.  After the shock wore off, there was a choice to trust God or to curse him for what had happened.  I certainly didn't handle it perfectly but in the end, the entire experience allowed us to know our God better.  Now, at nineteen years of age, my son's faith is pretty incredible.  It wouldn't be nearly as strong without the cancer.

Remember, the enemy wants to use these interruptions to draw us away from God.  But, God is stronger and smarter than our enemy.  We can allow interruptions to drive us towards Jesus, not away from Him.  

"Its my pain," he said.  

I could feel the intensity of it when he said it.  A friendship of many years had come to an end, and he was mourning the loss.  I didn't have the right words in the moment for my friend, but I could relate.  I wasn't mourning the loss of a friendship, but I knew the weakness he felt in his soul.

My divorce left me feeling gutted and inadequate.  I woke up every day for several years feeling completely terrible, dreading the day ahead.  The loss of close relationships can bring us into a state of absolute weakness.

Paul talked about weakness in his letters to the Corinthians (2 Cor. 12).  Perhaps you've heard this sermon before followed by the tagline: In our weakness, God's power is made perfect.  But, I don't think I ever truly understood what weakness means.  I thought it meant God would help me with my fear of public speaking, every time I needed to speak in public.  Perhaps He would help me choose healthy food when I felt like downing a bag of Cheetos.

While God will do those things (I'm not sure how he feels about Cheetos), I don't think enough emphasis is given to the true meaning of weakness.  I'm talking about when you don't know how you're going to get out of bed in the morning.  What about when you receive the phone call that says a loved one (or you) has cancer?  How about the absolute knockout punch of the death of someone close to you?

Things happen in life that are so difficult, we wonder how we'll have the strength to stand let alone breathe.  This, dear readers, is true weakness.  

How on earth could Paul want to brag about such circumstances?  I wonder what would happen if I bragged about one of my weak days.  It would look something like...Well, today I didn't want to get out of bed because I woke up angry over my divorce and my son's cancer.  I spent the next few hours thinking about everyone who had ever said anything to me that wasn't nice and determined they needed some form of revenge.  Then I ate a box of chocolates.  Later that afternoon, due to my excellent mood, I was rude to my kids and ran two red lights.  Then I swore at the people who honked at me for doing so.  God, be glorified!

But, Paul was a radical thinker.  He basically said he will boast in anything that brings him closer to Christ.  He surmised his weakness was a backdrop for God's strength. Weaknesses reveal our need for God.  Strengths reflect a reliance upon ourselves.  So, he chose to brag about his weaknesses instead of his strengths.  Weakness is our biggest strength if it leads us towards God.  Paul's motto was if God can be greater in my life, then bring on the weakness.  

Do you know what else is interesting?  Faith is strengthened during weakness.  There is something that happens when we can no longer depend on ourselves and we must rest in the power of God.  Faith is what carries us through uncertain times, and like any muscle, it is strengthened when it is used.  At a time when we are feeling most inadequate, our faith is actually growing.

We were on vacation last week in Florida.  I don't know if I've mentioned this to you, but I am afraid of sharks.  Really, I'm afraid of all large things in the ocean, but sharks are high on the list.  We went snorkeling in an area where there had been shark sightings.  Now, mind you, I am in an area that I can still stand up in the water and not be over my head.  But, I had this irrational fear that a Great White was going to appear at any minute and swallow me whole.

The first time I went into the water, I didn't stay in for very long.  I just couldn't get comfortable.  But, the next day, I realized my fears were irrational and I stayed in the water for a while longer, and I swam out a bit further.  I was gaining faith there was no Great White around the corner (and if there was, I reasoned, what a way to go!).  

By the last day I was there, I was snorkeling all of the place.  Yes, I was still afraid of a mega-shark coming for me, but I had gained trust that God was going to protect me from any ferocious ocean creatures.  

Weakness does the same thing with our faith.  At first, it is incredibly difficult to have any faith at all.  But, once we trust God in a few weak moments, our faith begins to grow.  Over time, trust in God becomes automatic, and our faith gives us more and more courage to trust God to take us further and further.  Over time, we've learned how to rest in the power of God and our faith is thriving.  

This is why Paul bragged about his weaknesses.  His weaknesses grew his faith and brought him closer to Christ.  Bragging about his strengths brought glory to him, but bragging about his weaknesses allowed the message of God to shine through his life.  

If you think about it, the same goes for us.  Its OK to share our weaknesses with others.  In fact, sharing our own weaknesses against God's strengths leads to a moment of showcasing God's glory.  Paul would rather showcase God's glory rather than his own, and if we had the same mindset, we would view our weaknesses differently.

Instead of shame, we'd simply be honest about weaknesses.  Instead of guilt, we'd rejoice in the glory of God to bring us through our problems that were too much for us.  Instead of self hatred, we'd have gratitude for a Savior that not only saves us from hell, but saves us from ourselves.  This certainly seems like a better way to live to me.

Sign me up.

The house is quiet.

We are going on vacation next week, so all morning everyone has been packing and chatting with a busy excitement.  My kids finished packing and they're off running errands.  Without the noise of the excitement and chatter, I can barely stay awake.  I'm exhausted.  I actually feel too tired to go on vacation. 

I think all Moms with kids at home, single or not, are exhausted a majority of the time.  Adrenaline carries us more often than it should.  When Jesus says come to Me and I will give you rest, I think for us Moms, He means literal rest.  We are an exhausted bunch, with bad hair and bags under our eyes.  

There's a lot of things in this world that offer rest.  One could get a massage, a pedicure, or even a day at the spa.  A nice trip to a favorite restaurant means a night off from cooking.  Soft sleep masks help with sleep.  Shopping for new clothes can be a fun hobby.  Vacations can be helpful.

While there's nothing wrong with any of those things, my problem is that I'm not just physically exhausted.  Physical exhaustion has an easy fix, a great night of sleep.  No, my exhaustion comes from anxiety, managing competing priorities all day long, worry about everything under the sun, and feeling overwhelmed because there's always more to do in a day than I can accomplish.  No amount of polish on my toenails is going to fix my mind's attempts to keep up with the demands of this world.

If Jesus promises us true rest, how do we take Him up on His offer?

Stay Close to Jesus.  Your body needs sleep to recover.  Your mind needs rest, not manipulation, and the opportunity to peacefully wind down.  Jesus allows for the mind to rest along with the body.  I promise you that whatever you are worried about, it does not justify your level of stress.  Do not waste your peace on this.  Stay close to Jesus and stay in His ways and He will see you through this.  In all things, He goes before you.  Bring your decisions in line with your beliefs, and allow God to take the wheel.

Remember, Jesus is working all situations.  Simply do as He asks of you and do not worry about anyone else.  No one else has solutions for you because no one else understands you like He does.  No one else loves you like He does.  Follow Him and His ways so your problems don't take you under.  

Take a Sabbath.  Taking a true, proper sabbath requires time.  That's something most of us don't feel we have.  But, a true sabbath is an entire day.  It is a day of rest and worship.  It is a day of listening to God's truths rather than the noise of the world.  It is rest for your mind, not just your body.  It is a time to soften your heart so you can hear His voice.

God doesn't need for us to take a sabbath.  A sabbath is for us.  I personally struggle to take an entire day for a sabbath.  Inevitably there's at least one place I need to be every day of the week.  But, then God reminds me that I control my schedule, not the other way around.  I pay the price when I don't schedule my time with Him, and my levels of anxiety are significantly increased when I don't spend time listening to what God has to say.

Ponder on God's Love.  Whatever you are facing, you are not alone.  His love for you is unlike anything else you've ever experienced.  You don't have to impress God.  There's no image required (in fact, He really doesn't like images, He likes YOU).  One thing I love to do is think about what He did specifically to show His love today.  

Did you see something that was an odd coincidence?  It wasn't.

I was traveling in Chicago once, and I was struggling with feeling bad about myself.  Thoughts of self hatred were bouncing around in my head.  You're not a good mother.  The divorce wouldn't have happened if you were better.  You're a fraud, a fake.  You know, all the fun stuff the devil likes to tell us Moms, especially single Moms.

I was walking around downtown, and crossing the street.  Directly in front of me was a sign was on the lightpost.  It said, "Jesus loves you".  I looked at more closely, thinking about how much I needed to hear that message in that moment.  In small print at the bottom, it said "Yes I am talking to you."  It was just a random piece of paper taped to a lamp post.

But, it wasn't random.  It wasn't a coincidence.  It was God reminding me that His love is greater than all of those terrible things in my mind.  His love is so thoughtful, so sensitive, that He orchestrated a piece of paper to be taped on post because He knew I would be crossing the street on a particular day, and that I would need to see it.

What kind of God is this?  What kind of love is this?    

He goes out of His way to show us that He loves us.  Our minds are constantly searching for this love, and we have to take the time to ponder on it when we see it.  It calms our heart, makes us smile, and reminds us that we're never alone.  

In the end, He's what we're looking for.  He's the calm in the storm. 

Jesus, and only Jesus, provides true rest.  

I sat at the table with three other couples.  

It was a work event, an evening at a steak restaurant to thank us for long hours on a difficult project.  It was a lovely evening, with good food and good company.  I am usually fine attending events solo, but for some reason, this one bothered me.

Perhaps it was because I met with another set of friends the previous evening.  They introduced me to a few of their friends.  All were couples.  Several seemed to have no interest in talking to a single mom with two kids.  I might have read the room wrong, but again, it bothered me.

I used to fit into these groups, because I fit the mold.  I was married with two kids.  From the outside, we were a perfect little family of four.  But now, I don't fit in anymore.  I'm still me, but the perception of me has changed.  

But, let's face it.  Does anyone ever really "fit in" to the crowd?  Isn't there something different about all of us?  Aren't we all dealing with something?  It may not be divorce, but everyone has their own stuff in life to deal with.

Trying to fit in with the same old crowd when life has changed can be really difficult.  Its like trying to find your place all over again.  The truth is, our place is with God and nowhere else.  We can search for acceptance and comfort within our circles here, but true acceptance comes from God. Aren't we glad that we never have to find our place with Jesus?  Our place is secure no matter our circumstances, no matter what's happened.  He is loyal, faithful, and true to us through eternity.

If you're like me, and you are sometimes finding your place after a major life change, here's a few thins to keep in mind:

Your value didn't change with your divorce.  You have probably changed.  Your friends might have changed.  Your financial situation might have changed.  Even your home address might have changed.  But your value in the eyes of your savior did not change.  Not even a little bit.  Your value was placed by the One who created you, not by the one you married.  Remember, you were made in God's image, according to His likeness. 

Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? And not one of them is forgotten before God. Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows. (Luke 12:6-7)

Our Savior didn't go to the cross for someone whose value changes with their circumstances.  He already knew your circumstances and still believed you were worth dying for.  No higher value can be ascribed.

You don't have to fit in with the old crowd anymore.  You're stronger, wiser, and more experienced than you used to be.  Some of your friendships will last the test of time, and some will fade away.  Remember, the constant that must remain in your life is God.  Everything else through divorce gets thrown into a state of flux.  If friends aren't being kind, or they're not interested in a friendship anymore, perhaps you're being led in another direction. True friends remain through turbulent times, but others may need to go on their way.  With God guiding you, you will be able to discern the difference.

A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for a time of adversity.  (Prov 17:17)

I can remember meeting up with an old friend after we hadn't seen each other in about five years.  We enjoyed our time together in our prior lives, but since I'd seen her, I'd gotten married and had two children.  As we reunited over lunch, I learned she was in a similar place as she was five years ago.  She was still in her same job and her life was mostly the same, and she was actually somewhat angry and bitter about it.

There isn't anything wrong with that, but about halfway through our lunch, we ran out of things to talk about.  She really wasn't interested in hearing about my kids, and I didn't have a lot in common with her professionally anymore, because I'd changed jobs. I had also begun a much deeper relationship with Christ, and she wasn't on that road.  Our friendship had run its course, and it slowly faded away with a lack of communication.  

I'm still grateful for her friendship, but it wasn't one that was going to be with me for life.  I had changed, and so had she.  Our friendship was based on our circumstances at the time, not necessarily a true connection that bonds friends for life.

When no one else sees you hurting, God does.  Perhaps you were at a similar event as me, and you smiled through the evening while you were hurting inside.  God saw that.  Maybe you went through your first Christmas by yourself.  God was watching.  I can remember the first time I had the courage to go to church as a single Mom, not knowing what to expect.  God was there.

You are never going through this alone.  Dealing with a new normal is not easy, and the road through change is often filled with pain.  Our God is ever-present, and He sees the courage it takes to face a new life.  He doesn't take it lightly, and He is proud of his courageous daughters who stay true to Him while facing some of life's biggest challenges.

These are not small things.  These things hurt, and anytime we are hurting, we have our Savior's attention.  He doesn't leave his daughters alone through these battles.  The Bible even tells us, God is with us, and we will not fall.  

God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy place where the Most High dwells. God is within her, she will not fall; God will help her at break of day. (Psalm 46:1-5)

At the end of it all, the only thing that matters is Jesus.  

We always fit in with Him.