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I love having my husband at home. We talk, watch British Comedies, and play games together. We take walks, enjoy the outdoors, and dream about the future. I truly enjoy his company. Just the same, I always learn something when he’s gone. I always learn something when I’m alone, late at night in an empty house, with creaky walls and dark hallways. God always seems to teach me something in the quiet.

In my devotions today I was reminded that even Jesus sought out solitary spots from time to time (see John 6:15;Mark 1:35; Luke 4:42). They were places he went to pray and seek the face of God.

For me, solitary places are times when I learn to depend on God. They’re the times when I’m reminded that I am safe and sound in the arms of Jesus. They’re the times when I’m reminded that God is truly all I need to survive. I don’t need anyone or anything else. They’re the times when I move my focus away from earthly things and back to the face of God, where it belongs.

No, I don’t always enjoy be alone. Cooking for one can be tedious, and the bed can get really cold at night without someone beside me, just the same, I’m starting to learn that God is ready and willing to speak to me in these moments of solitude, if only I shut off my brain and open my heart.
What about you? What does God teach you in moments of solitude?

Lord, thank you for comforting me through the lonely times and for reminding me that you are my true refuge and strength (Psalm 46).

What is it about being pregnant that makes me worry about anything and everything?

I worry about the kinds of foods I should or shouldn’t be eating

I worry, wondering if I’m drinking enough fluids

I worry about taking different headache and sinus medicines

I worry because I haven’t yet felt my little one move inside of me

I worry about each and every doctor appointment

I worry about the impending ultrasound, and what it will or won’t show us

I worry that this little one inside of me will never come to know Christ as his/her Savior.

There’s so many things to worry about, and I know it’s only just beginning. I know over the years I’ll worry about parenting styles, disciplinary issues, and the safety of my child as he or she goes out into the world. One day this child of mine will get behind the wheel for the first time, go off to college, chose a career, fall in love, and want to start a family of their own. Even then I’m sure I’ll still worry, hoping that this grown child of mine is happy and loved.

As a human I worry. I think it’s a part of who I am. But as a Christian I have a choice. Do I hold onto those worries, or do I give them to the Lord? I think that’s the defining point each and every day. When the “worry of the day” crops up, I have to decide if I’m going to hold onto it and let it consume me, or if I’m going to claim a portion of scripture, such as Matthew 6:25-34, and give that worry, and every worry over to the Lord.

Sometimes this means turning the same exact worry over to the Lord each and every day. Just the same, I believe that worry serves as a test in my life. The Lord wants to see if I’ll truly trust Him today and everyday.

I forget at times what a relief it is to give each worry over to the Lord. I forget the peace that fills me when I lay all my worries at the foot of the cross. It’s unexplainable. There’s nothing like it. It’s a peace that passes all understanding. It’s a peace that reminds me that the Lord God is more than able to take care of my worries. He is more than able, I just have to trust Him.

What are you worrying about today? Is it a loved one serving far away? Is it a child? A friend? Or a personal situation? Whatever that worry may be, I encourage you to entrust the Lord with it today. He’s more than able to handle your worry.

Lord, thank you that you take me just as I am, worries and all. Please take my worries about _________ today and replace those worries with your peace. Thank you for reminding me that you are more than able to handle these worries.

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Apr

There was a time when I looked forward to being sick. I loved the days when I got to stay home from school, drink Sprite, eat chicken soup and watch Saved By the Bell and Full House all day. Being sick meant I got extra attention, my mom would hover over me, and my little kid brother would, for once, stopping bothering me. I loved it. Not so much anymore.

Now that I’m married, living across country from my mom, being sick is largely a lonely business. My husband is sweet and helpful, but he has responsibilities and a job to fulfill in the military, a job that doesn’t easily stop for a sick wife. On top of being sick, I’m currently pregnant with our first child, which brings on a new world of  worries whenever I start to come down with something. Because I know that when my body is rejecting nutrients, my sweet little one isn’t getting the nutrients he or she needs to thieve. And so I worry, and cry, and hate every moment of being sick while my husband is at work. I worry that something is happing to the baby. I cry because I’m an emotional woman whose hormones are out of whack. I hate every moment of it, because who likes driving yourself into town for Gatorade when you can hardly sit behind the wheel?

But most of all, I walk around, continually giving myself and the life of my little baby to the Lord. Today I’ve been reminded time and again that, even when my husband is at work, I’m really never alone. God is still God, and is still watching over me every second of the day. He understands all of the emotions I’m feeling, but most of all, he wants me to trust in him. I’m also reminded that each breathe this little one breathes inside of me has never belonged to me, but to Him. He has already ordained the number of days in this little one’s life (Psalm 139:16), so who am I to worry? (Matthew 6:27). I’ve only been pregnant for 4 ½ months, but already this little life has brought so much joy and excitement. There’s nothing more beautiful than a growing baby! I can’t help but be amazed at the picture of my growing belly, it’s that amazing.

No, I still don’t feel all too great at the moment. But I’m thankful, and trusting, and looking forward to the end of the day when my husband will come walking through the door. Until then, and even afterwards, I’ll give every sick moment to the Lord.

When I was a little girl I used to ride my bike around the neighborhood where we lived. The most fascinating thing for me was a group of houses in what was called a cul-de-sac. I used to love riding around this cul-de-sac, and dreaming about what it would be like if my one set of grandparents lived in one of the houses, my other grandparents in the next house, my aunt and uncle in the next house, and so on. I dreamed of a life where I played with my cousins more often than once or twice a year. While I loved my life with my family, distance was something I grew up loving to hate. My parents weren’t in the military, but they still settled far across the country from their loved ones. It’s only now that I realize how growing up far away from extended family would one day help me adapt to life in the military.

It’s painful to think about all the little events I miss in my family and friends lives. Yet, with each move, it’s amazing how God puts a new friends and “family” in the life of my husband and me. He never fails to provide.

And so, I do everything I can to stay in contact with those I love. Phone calls, emails, snail mail, blogs and Facebook. I do whatever I can to stay in contact. Even at this, at times I’m just plain lonely. At times I wish, once again, that all those I loved lived in a cul-de-sac together. It would be so convenient. But even then, I’m sure I’d have to work on the relationships. There’s nothing like distance to remind me of how much my family and friends truly mean to me.

In Philippians 1 the Apostle Paul was writing to his dear friends at the church of Philippi, although I’m not in prison like Paul, I identify with the words he writes. He, too, had many friends that lived far away. These words he wrote were words of encouragement and love. They’re words that express exactly how I fell about my loved ones. These words also remind me of the importance of prayer. While I can’t always be close to those I care about, I can do a very important thing for them, pray. I encourage you to do the same the next time you feel lonely. Here’s what Paul writes:

“I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now, being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. It is right for me to feel this way about all of you, since I have you in my heart; for whether I am in chains or defending and confirming the gospel, all of you share in God’s grace with me. God can testify how I long for all of you with the affection of Christ Jesus. And this is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight, so that you may be able to discern what is best and may be pure and blameless until the day of Christ, filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ—to the glory and praise of God” (Philippians 1:3-11).

Hello Everyone. I hope you all had a blessed Easter. I know we did. For the second year in a row we found ourselves moving, right at the beginning of April. Thankfully this move was only an across-town-move, but it was a move just the same. With my husband at work today, I found myself alone in a new house with stacks of boxes waiting to be unpacked. It could become an overwhelming, stressful task, if I let it. Instead, I chose to be thankful today for this beautiful new house that we’re living in. Yes, it’s a rental, but for once we’re the first people to live in it, how great is that? I’m also thankful for the chance to sort through all of our stuff and un-clutter a bit. We’re both packrats, so the un-cluttering is very needed. In the military I’m sure I’ll spend more hours than I can count unpacking boxes. Sometimes those days unpacking will be extremely lonely. But the truth remains that God follows us through each and every move. As David in Psalm 139 so beautiful puts it: “Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast” (vs. 7-10, NIV).
Aren’t you glad that God follows us wherever we may go in this life? What are you thankful for today?

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