The Development

by Rhonda, November 22, 2024



It is a Saturday afternoon and I've just awaken from a deep sleep.  The type of sleep that makes you wake up disoriented, not sure where you're at.  Sometimes I still wake up and think I'm at my old house.  But, as time goes by, it happens less often.

It is a beautiful Saturday, and the ability to sleep like this is a blessing.  I don't take it lightly.  I've spent years with troubled sleep, so when it happens so beautifully, I am grateful.  I live high off the ground in an apartment building in the city, and I sleep with the window open.  I let the cool breeze flow over me, and listen to the sound of the city as I lie in my bed.

It is still surreal to me.  Our apartment is small, and my son and I both prefer it over our large family home.  It isn't quiet like our country home.  It doesn't have all of the amenities, or a yard, or the peaceful, tranquil setting.  

And yet, I sleep.  Better than I have in years.  

I don't understand it.  I only know God is so good to me.  He's bringing me back from the brink of breakdown, back from decades of burnout, and slowly I am beginning to come back to life.  Things that were once gray are starting to have color, and joy is infused into the smallest tasks that were once overwhelming.  

I lived on the edge of burnout for many years.  I was in a difficult marriage, working a high-stress job, and raising kids who had been traumatized in their first few years of life.  

Then came the divorce.  

By the time divorce came along, I had already been living a life of burnout, like many who have gone through this process.  At the time you desperately need recovery, you find yourself grasping for strength to go through the most challenging event of your life.  It has been nearly five years since I've been separated, and three years since the divorce.  Throughout those five years, I've been clawing myself out of a deep hole, trying to get to promised land, past the pain and self hatred.  

Past the burnout.  

Every year brings progress and a closer walk with God.  Goodness, what a journey.  There were days where I made progress and there were days where I started over at the bottom of the pit again.  There were days where one foot in front of another was all I could do.  I would dread waking up in the mornings because the first hour of the day took me to the depth of my grief for a long time.  The remainder of the day was spent recovering.

But, God doesn't waste pain.  He used mine to remind me where my worth and value truly reside.  If I thought it was in my marriage, it wasn't.  My job didn't define me either.  Neither did my kids, my hobbies, my relationships, or even my own personal opinions and beliefs.

Only the God of the universe defines me.  He says I am His daughter.

When I was in high school, I took a photography class.  This was before digital photography, mind you, so we developed photos in a dark room.  When we took a photo, we didn't know what it looked like for days or perhaps even weeks.  We simply trusted it was a good photo because the original image was beautiful to us.  

In my photography class, I learned to remove film from its protective container.  If the film was exposed to too much light, it was ruined.  So, all film had to be removed in a dark room.  We had a dark room in the back of our photography class, a large closet that our teacher had converted.  The closet was lit with red lights, just bright enough for us to see, and a table was set up with trays containing fluid to develop our photos.

Over the course of the semester, I learned how to develop the photos in the dark.  They took a long time to develop.  At first, only the faintest outline of the images could be seen, but over time, they developed depth and color.  

We hung our developing photos to dry in the dark room, and once they were finished, they were bought into the light.  My favorite part of the process was watching the photos transform during their development. Often times while they were developing, the images would seem distorted.  I couldn't see how they were going to develop into something beautiful.  But, they always did and when they were finally brought into the light, they looked even more beautiful.

Our valleys with God can feel the same way.  We may view our darkness as death, but God views it as development.  We may view our problems as distortion, but God knows the end result is going to develop into something beautiful.  

There's some serious development happening in the dark room after a divorce.  In the dark, you find yourself, and you're reminded Who defines you, instead of whatever title you're wearing at the time.  Rhonda the wife, Rhonda the employee, Rhonda the mother were all different titles that defined me.  But what happens without the title?   

Well, friends, I can tell you.  You end up in the dark room, with a sign that says "Under Development" on the door.  

God can take any of our titles away at any moment.  If we lose one of our titles, we'll feel like we've screwed up and possibly ruined our lives, whether its our fault or not.  But, God is sovereign and in control.  He knew this was coming.  So, He gave us a title we can't lose.  

Daughter of the High King.  

He gave us a title that gives us eternal worth and value.  He gave us a title that is the same, yesterday, today and forever.  His titles last for eternity. 


The Week

by Rhonda, November 13, 2024

Have I told you that I was bit by a spider recently?

I didn't see it happen, but I certainly noticed the results of the bite.  My skin turned dark purple around my ankle and my foot swelled up.  The skin around the bite started to slough off.  My son took a picture of it and googled spider bites, as he urged me to seek medical attention for my "oozing monstrosity".

I did what any other normal person would do.  I ignored my son's morbid research.  I had a busy week at work ahead and didn't have time to see a doctor.  I slapped a few band-aids over the "monstrosity" and went about my business. It looked terrible, yes, but it was fairly painless and every day the swelling seemed to be getting a little better.

I did have one symptom that bothered me, though.  I had an upset stomach.  I asked God to please help me (even though I wouldn't help myself by going to the doctor) and I felt his clear guidance to go to the pharmacy and get some medicine for my stomach. 

As I arrived at the pharmacy,  I considered which medication I should buy.  Pepto was the typical choice, so I did what any normal person would do and I purchased Milk of Magnesia.  It was basically the same as Pepto Bismol except I liked the color of  Milk of Magnesia.  I thought it would help more with my stomach ache.  White minty medicine was certainly going to be more soothing than pink, and I'm sure many others have thought the same thing.

Some of you who know what Milk of Magnesia is have probably already figured out the punchline of this story.  Well, good for you, but unfortunately for me at this point in my life I had no idea that Milk of Magnesia was a laxative.  Apparently, I also did not read labels.  I can assure you that now I do.  

But, back to my story.

I purchased my minty white medicine, went home and took a large dose.  No need to delay, because the Lord himself had guided me to the pharmacy.  I was sure I felt better immediately.  I made dinner, watched something on Netflix and went to sleep.

The next morning, I was a little surprised by a few things that happened in the bathroom.  My stomach still didn't feel great, so I took some more Milk of Magnesia and went to work.  It was a bit of a rough day at work, and I spent a lot of time in the bathroom again.  By the time I got home, I still wasn't feeling great so I took some more Milk of Magnesia.

I fear all of you will question my intelligence when I tell you this, but this went on for a week.  I drank nearly an entire bottle of Milk of Magnesia over the next five days and I continued to spend more and more time in the bathroom, wondering if this is just how my life was going to be from now on.  It was one heck of a week, and by the end of it, I was also considering taking allergy medication because if I sneezed at work, I feared the results.

Finally, I decided it was time to text my Mom about it, because Moms always know what to do in situations such as these.  

Me:  You wouldn't believe the week I've had.  This spider bite is something else.  I've been in the bathroom all week!  

Mom:  What are you taking for it?

Me:  Milk of Magnesia.  I got it at the pharmacy last weekend.

Mom: (Long Pause)  Why would you take Milk of Magnesia?  Do you know it is a laxative?

Me: No, its like Pepto.  It soothes your stomach.

Mom:  Its a laxative.

Me:  No, its like Pepto.

Mom:  Go look at the label.

Me:  (after looking at the label)  ITS A LAXATIVE

Mom:  Why did you buy Milk of Magnesia?

Me:  Why did you never teach me Milk of Magnesia is a laxative?  

Mom:  Can you read??? 

I quit texting and marched upstairs to her apartment.  "How did you know Milk of Magnesia was a laxative?" I asked.  "Well I can READ, daughter," my mother replied.  

She was sitting in her recliner, laughing, with her phone in her lap.  "I only wish your grandmother was alive to hear this story," she said as she wiped her eyes with a tissue.  She was right, Grandma would have really laughed about me telling her about my ferocious spider bite that landed me in the bathroom for a week.

"I really thought this was a spider bite straight out of hell," I told her.  "I guess on the bright side, I've lost four pounds this week".  She started laughing all over again, and if nothing else, I was able to provide some entertainment for my sweet mother.  

After my week in the bathroom, I was pretty relieved to find out the cause.  Embarrassed, but relieved.

I've been trying to come up with some spiritual lessons in this story.  I couldn't find any, so I tried to find three lessons in this story that perhaps are not spiritual.  I actually came up with five:  

1.  When confronted with an unknown medical issue, call your Mom sooner rather than later.  Moms know a lot of things and apparently they can also read.

2.  Milk of Magnesia is a laxative.

3.  Milk of Magnesia is a laxative.

4.  Even when God leads you to a pharmacy, you should still read the labels.

5.  Milk of Magnesia is a laxative.

If you're wondering how the story ends, my spider bite is healing.  I still have not seen a doctor.  I realized that my stomachache is likely antacid and has nothing to do with my spider bite (yes, my Mom figured that one out, too).   I now take Prilosec for the antacid and I have unfortunately gained my four pounds back now that I am no longer in the bathroom constantly.

Sometimes life is so complicated.

The Breakthrough

by Rhonda, November 03, 2024

My phone rang as I was packing to leave my office.  It was the end of the day and I was surprised to see my realtor's name light up the screen.  I immediately assumed there was a problem with my house.  Since the original offer fell through, I braced myself for months of being on the market, and an empty house has random maintenance issues that seem to pop up.  

I picked up the phone.

"I just received an offer on your house.  I sent it over, check your e-mail."

Once again, I was completely surprised.  Last week, the surprise wasn't good news.  But, just as I'd made peace with bad news, a blessing appeared.  Ironic that it arrived the same way the bad news did a week ago.

"Its a clean offer," he continued.  "Nothing fussy.  Buyer wants to close in 30 days."

I scanned the document.  Sure enough, the offer was clean.  There were even inspections waived, which was a nice gesture.  If the offer was legitimate, it would be the easiest home sale I'd ever participated in.

Isn't it interesting that during the most challenging part of our trials, there's often a breakthrough? I was stressed and worried over how I would have time to maintain the empty house and afford two places.  After many sleepless nights, I made peace with circumstances beyond my control.  I budgeted down to my last dollar to make things work while the housing market changed.  I prayed for help with any shortfalls.

But, God already knew my house was going to sell soon.

Pressure tends to increase right before a break.  Or in this case, a breakthrough.  I noticed the same pattern a few days ago when I was reading about David in the Bible.  I've often thought I was a descendant of David based on overall temperament and other characteristics.  But, after studying what a great warrior he was, I've reconsidered.  After the first battle, I would have told God I was retiring from being a warrior.  Perhaps I would serve as a food supply officer instead.  I'd be good at handing out Twinkies on the battlefield. 

But not David.  

His battles were physical battles, not just stress over finances or a pending home sale.  Over and over again, the Bible sets the stage showing David seeking the Lord before going into battle.  Imagine the stress of approaching enemies with swords, knowing your people's lives were in his hands.  In fact, there seems to be more biblical details around David's prayers with the Lord beforehand than the actual battles themselves.  The battles were over quickly because victory was swift and thorough.

Perhaps the reason for the focus is because David's growth came in the preparation for the battle.  After the preparation had done its job, the breakthrough and ultimately the victory, arrived.  Is it possible the difficult part of facing trials is not the battle itself, but the faith and trust required to face what's ahead?  The growth is in the wait and preparation.

As I have pondered the idea of growth before a breakthrough, I came up with a few things I want to remember for my next trial.  

Obedience In The Wait

Every act of obedience, no matter how small, matters to God.  There are some circumstances in our lives that we have no control over.  I sold my house and moved out because I had an offer.  The offer fell through.  I didn't do anything to cause the circumstances.  The only thing I could control was my behavior through the challenge.  I could rage about it, eat a few bags of Cheetos, and throw a gigantic adult temper tantrum (I seriously considered it).  I could fire my realtor for not seeing it coming.  I could do a lot of things but nothing would change the circumstances.  My house had to go back on the market.  

We get to choose whether we're going to be obedient to God when things don't go our way.  Trials produce stress, no doubt about it.  But, how are we going to behave under the pressure?  Do we act out and hurt those around us?  Or do we seek peace from the One who created us?  Do I allow my natural redhead tendencies to run wild, or will I show constraint? (That's meant to be a rhetorical question, so I don't plan on answering it.)

I wonder what the Bible has to say about this.  

1 Peter 1:14-15  As obedient children, do not conform to the evil desires you had when you lived in ignorance. But just as he who called you is holy, so be holy in all you do;

Be holy in all you do.  God gives us a tall order.  I wish I could interpret it in another way, but He does not set the bar low for what obedience looks like.  God is telling us something that is difficult for me to comprehend.  We can align our conduct to God's character instead of our own.  

It isn't easy, but as I'm often reminded, we're not called to do easy things.

We can take heart, though, because obedience is not without reciprocation from God.  As we remain obedient throughout trials, we're going to look back and see God's faithfulness through every step of our journey.   Knowing our obedience is met with His faithfulness gives us confidence in our victory.  It removes fear from our situation and gives us courage to stay obedient, even when the obedient path is the more difficult path.

Soak In The Word

Trials aren't a time to take a break from Bible time and prayer.  In fact, now is the time to double down.  Make it a habit to spend time in God's word every day.  Even just a few verses helps.  Bible study combined with prayer can do powerful things and give us strength to withstand our trials.   Spiritual warfare is real, and any solder in battle needs to show up armed with weapons.

A few weeks ago, I had a night of absolute misery.  My anxiety was ramped up, and I had fear over everything.  I was afraid of a presentation I had to give the next day.  I was afraid of not selling my house.  I had anxiety coursing through my veins, and if I reasoned through one fear, my mind would jump to the next.

Finally, at 2 am, I decided I needed words of scripture to be read over me.  I wasn't calm enough to read to myself.  So, I found a Youtube video that recited various verses from scripture.  The video was over eight hours long, which was perfect.  I could have scripture read over me while I slept.  After about fifteen minutes of listening to Bible verses, I could feel my anxiety begin to calm.  I dozed in and out of sleep for the rest of the night.  I'd wake up with anxiety, but calm down again after listening to scripture being read over me.

The way we use scripture doesn't have to always be the same.  In this case, I used scripture as a shield to protect me through the night.  But, no matter how it is used, scripture is a spiritual weapon.  It dismantles Satan's attempts to discourage you and break you.  

1 Peter 5:8-10. Be self-controlled and alert. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour. Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that your brothers throughout the world are undergoing the same kind of sufferings.

Prayer time along with scripture readings remind us that God's promises outweigh our problems.  When Satan reminds us of our past, scripture reminds us of our redemption.  When our mind wants to settle on our problems, scripture reminds us of God's solutions.

Watch For The Transformation

God uses trials to transform our character and create fruit in our lives.  Imagine a rancher setting fire to his fields.  He knows he's in control of the fire, but it is necessary to allow the burn because the new growth is more healthy.  The grass will grow back stronger, without weeds. In a similar way, trials allow fruit to flourish in the aftermath.  

Galatians 5:22-23 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law

As we read through Galatians 5:22-23, it can be easy to quickly skim through such a familiar verse.  Don't we wish we had these characteristics consistently in our lives?  Wouldn't we be better people for it?  

Of course, but let's really think about the fruit of the Spirit and consider the idea that God uses trials to create fruit in our lives.  These are powerful, powerful traits.  The fruit of the Spirit not only change your behavior, they change who you are.  They impact the lives around you.  They turn you into a light that shines in a dark world.  

God's goal isn't to punish us through trials.  Our God would never waste a trial in such a way.  His goal is the fruit at the end of it.  He goal is to change how we see ourselves, our relationships, and how we interact with the world.  

When going through trials, we can declare victory before the battle ends, because we know the end of the story.  Aren't we blessed to have a Savior!

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