Thank You, Lord

Even though I clutch my blanket and growl
when the alarm rings;
Thank you, Lord, that I can hear.
There are many who are deaf.

 

 

Be cheerful no matter what;

pray all the time;

thank God no matter what happens.

This is the way God wants you

who belong to Christ Jesus to live.

 

I Thessalonians 5: 16-18  (The Message)





Life on a Rutted Dirt Road

Final Installment

And so, the question now looms….what did I learn about God, about myself, about people, about life…from my experiences on the rutted dirt road?

It has taken me virtually all of my life to come to a place of forgiveness toward my molester. Though I had accepted Christ at 11, I was raised in a very legalistic religious environment.

I was a very young Christian when I was raped. I was angry with God on so many fronts.  The anger with God grew until I simply ignored it and pushed it deeper and deeper within me.

I began to confront my negative emotions when my husband became permanently disabled.  I started a very slow process of dragging it all back to the surface and trying to repair some of the ruts.

I started to try to find God in all that was going on.  As I did so, I found something I had not bargained for…God is not interested in my comfort; He is interested in my growth as I draw closer to Him. 

I had no time or energy for church. I spent 24 hours a day, seven days a week doing nothing but taking care of my husband.  We were judged harshly by our former church, which made it even easier to pull away.

As I pulled away from the church, I decided I didn’t care what they thought about me.  The moment I came to that conclusion, one very deeply embedded rut began to collapse on itself and I found a degree of peace and comfort in knowing that the repairs had begun.

During that time of pulling away, I began to realize that God was with me.  In ways I had never imagined, God was there.  He had not left me, walked away from me or turned His face from me.  I noticed that I was beginning to feel the joy of the Lord, not glee or giggly, not happy, but joyful. 

You see, I realized that happiness and the joy of the Lord are two very different emotions.  Happiness is a surface, fleeting emotion; it is an emotion you choose and accompanies good times in your life.  The joy of the Lord is an awareness of peace settled deep within in the time of great happiness OR great sorrow. 

The joy of the Lord isn’t something you choose, it is a gift instilled within your heart when you accept Christ.  It is always there in spite of your circumstances.  It may become deeply hidden as experiences are confronted during a lifetime.  As hidden as it may be, it remains in the depths of your heart; it does not leave you, you walk away from the joy.

I also came to understand that, when Jesus told His disciples that they should love their neighbor as themselves, He wasn’t talking about ONLY the good neighbors, He included ALL neighbors. 

Every human being walking the face of this earth is worthy of my love and forgiveness because Jesus commanded me to give those gifts to them.  No other requirement must be met; He loved them, I am also to love them. Love and forgiveness are not choices; they are commands from the Lord.

I’ve often heard different people say “but for the grace of God, there go I”.  I started to get a glimpse of just how much I needed God’s grace; how much the human race needs God’s grace.  The man who raped me repeatedly that night did not deserve love or forgiveness, but I have no choice but to give those gifts to him if I expect to be of real use to the Lord in Kingdom work.  I didn’t/don’t deserve God’s love and forgiveness; He freely gave both to me.

You may be reading this and thinking “wow, this chic is S-L-O-W; I’ve known that all my life”!  Yes, I had known it all my life too, in my head.  Knowing God from your heart is a totally different kind of ‘knowing’.  You know ABOUT God in your head.  That knowledge is useless to you unless you come to know Him in your heart. 

I am also aware that many Christians would question my salvation because I did not learn those lessons during my development as a young Christian.  I held those attitudes against so many people for so many years.  I came to realize I must forgive those people too.  I didn’t WANT to forgive them, but Jesus commanded me to do so.

As I opened my heart to loving and forgiving others, I found it easier to forgive myself.  I remembered that Christ had instructed His disciples to love their neighbors as they loved themselves.  How can I ever love and forgive my fellow man rightly if I have not learned how to love and forgive myself? 

So, I started to work on that and let me tell you, it was the most difficult of any of the lessons I learned.  I would never approve of having feelings against someone else that I held against myself.  Our first and most important journey with God should be learning to see ourselves as He sees us; to love ourselves as He loves us.  Not the type of vain self-absorption the world attempts to convince us of; but real love and appreciation for the individual God created.

Once we see ourselves the way God sees us, we can love ourselves the way He loves us.  Once we love ourselves the way God loves us, we can love others as we love ourselves.  Any other attempt at love will fail because true love begins in God.

 

You must love him

with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength.’

The second most important commandment

says: ‘Love others as much

as you love yourself.’

No other commandment

is more important than these.”

 Mark 12:30-31   (CEV)

 

Stop being angry and

don’t try to take revenge.

I am the Lord, and I command you

to love others as much as you love yourself.

Leviticus 19:18 (CEV)

Thank You, Lord

"Every day be thankful
for what you have
and who you are."

 

Always be glad because of the Lord!

I will say it again: Be glad. 

Always be gentle with others.

The Lord will soon be here. 

Don’t worry about anything,

but pray about everything.

With thankful hearts offer up

your prayers and requests to God. 

Then, because you belong to Christ Jesus,

God will bless you with peace

that no one can completely understand.

And this peace will control

the way you think and feel.

Phillipians 4:4-7  (CEV)

 

 

 



Life on a Rutted Dirt Road

Part IV

 

Even a rutted dirt road looks good
underneath a snowy blanket!
 

Ruts left unattended over the seasons turn into treacherous roads.  The longer the ruts are unattended, the worse the travel becomes.  The ruts grow deeper, slicker and more difficult to fix once you try.

The same is true with the spiritual ruts of our lives.  If old pains are avoided, buried, left attended, they become worse with every passing day.  If those ruts are unattended for years, they can become almost unfixable.

They take on a life of their own.  New hurts pile on top of old pains, burying them deeply in your heart.  After some period of time has passed, you begin to be unable to recognize the origin of the pain.  You see your current pain as the source of your woes.

Such was the problem in my life when my late husband and I began to want to have children.  We had talked at length about having children prior to our marriage and continued to discuss it as the years began to pass after our marriage.  We had had a sort scare in our first year of marriage when we were afraid I was pregnant.  We both knew the timing was not right, but that we would love and give our best to the child were I to be pregnant.

As it turned out, I was not pregnant and we were both relieved.  Although I must admit to having had secret feelings of sadness when we learned I was not pregnant.  In the fall after our second anniversary, my youngest sister and her husband had a son.  He was beautiful and we all doted on him.  He had some birth defects but the doctors began surgeries to repair his face when he was six weeks old.

That same fall, my doctor had told me that I had a disorder known as poly cystic ovarian syndrome.  It caused my ovarian walls to become thickened and ovulating wasn’t happening.  He advised that we should begin to try for children if we wanted to have children.

I was scared to death at the prospect of not having children.  I thought Terry and I were on the same page regarding that issue, but it turned out he wasn’t ready to have children just yet.  Even with the doctor’s advice, he just was not ready for children at that time.  So, we put it off.

The medical condition became worse and my doctor told us very directly that, if we did not begin trying very soon, the likelihood of achieving pregnancy was very low.  Terry still was not ready, so we put it off again.  Once we finally began to actively try to get pregnant, the chances were very low that it would happen.

After a year of trying, we were unsuccessful so we started to see a fertility specialist.  After 6-7 years of trying with no results, I had surgery.  After the surgery, we achieved three pregnancies, but lost each child in miscarriage.  The longest pregnancy was about 5 months.  My heart was broken in more ways than I can name.

The old pain of the abuse was buried so deeply but the guilt and shame began to show up in self-deprecation and blame.  Again, I began to think the abuse was my fault and not having children was my punishment.  All of the old pain pushed the new pain up in my heart and spirit like the lava of a volcano boiling up to explode out into the world and cause great destruction.

It shaded everything in my life.  I was angry with my husband because he had made me wait so long.  I was angry with my sisters for having children while I had none.  I was angry at those who took their children for granted and used or abused them.  More than anything, I was again vehemently angry with God.

The longer I went childless the more I was angry with God; the more vindicated I felt for holding a secret grudge against Him.  It was, after all, His fault.  If He really was God and He really did love me, He could fix this.  Yet, He did not.  Just as He had forsaken me in that man’s bedroom, He was now forsaking me in this gut-wrenching pain and loneliness.  I didn’t want any part of Him or His so-called love for me.  If this was love, I didn’t want it or need it and I didn’t want or need God!

The emotional pain was so deep and so all-consuming that I would huddle in the corner of my closet and wail and pull handfuls of my hair from my head.  I pushed everyone away from me, even my husband.  He was no better than God because He had been selfish and had made me succumb to his desires without considering my heart.

Understand that there were times of almost happiness; I think it is fair to say that no one, not even my husband, would have guessed all that was going on with me.  I kept my emotions very well hidden and lied openly if asked about them.  I worked; I continued to work in our church, played the piano for our church and went about my life as though nothing were wrong.  Everyone thought I was amazing.  How did I go through all of that stay so positive?  What a hypocrite I was!

As the years passed, I learned well how to appear very happy and well-adjusted while falling apart inside.  I was a Christian, no doubt about that.  I tried not to be, I got ‘saved’ at least 3-4 times during those years.  The truth was, I accepted Jesus when I was 11 and just tried so hard to be lost again so I could believe that God was just judging me so harshly because He was trying to get my attention.  I was so confused.

I was a non-person; I wasn’t a Mommy and then the stages of life changed and I learned how to be a totally different kind of non-person….I was not a Grandma, or Grammy or Nana or anything!    It was a new stage of pain, of being unimportant to God.

Then, April 13, 2000 happened….then God suddenly became important to me again.  My husband was involved in a tragic automobile accident.  He was hospitalized for 5 months and was in out-patient physical therapy for an additional 9 months after discharge from the hospital.  From April 13, 2000 until June, 2001 my every effort was directed toward making sure my husband was taken care of.  One phone call changed my world forever.

I often say BUT GOD……..that’s exactly what happened…..BUT GOD.  God stepped out of heaven and met me where I was, in the middle of my pain and despair, He showed me who He really was and how much I needed Him.

In Part V, I will tell you about some of the wonders of God I have come to understand because of my deep-rooted ruts.

 

I am frightened

and tremble all over,

when I hear the roaring voice

of God in the thunder,….

 

creating miracles too marvelous

for us to understand….

 God cannot be seen—

but his power is great,

and he is always fair.

And so we humans fear God,

because he shows no respect

for those who are proud

and think they know so much.

 Job 37:  1-2, 5, 23-24   (CEV)

Civics and God



(Today, I am taking a break from Rutted Dirt Roads.
That series will return with my next post.)

Old Glory

Then Jesus told them,

“Give the Emperor what belongs to him



A Prayerful Heart

and give God what belongs to God.”

The men were amazed at Jesus.

St. Mark 12: 17 (CEV)

I cast my ballot yesterday and gave to my country what belongs to my country.

Both prior to voting and following it, I pray and give to God what belongs to God.

The fate of my country lies not in my ballot, but in my prayer. That, however, does not free me from the responsibility of casting my ballot; many have died that I might enjoy that freedom. For those who died, I have proudly performed my civic duty.

Though I am disappointed in the results of the election process, I know our future is held within the hands of a gracious God who expects obedience and will chastise those who are disobedient.

May we, as a people, repent and return to our God.

Then if my people who are called by my name

will humble themselves and pray and seek my face

and turn from their wicked ways,

I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sins

and restore their land.



II Chronicles 7:14   (NLT)

Make this your common practice:

Confess your sins to each other
and pray for each other

so that you can live together whole and healed.

The prayer of a person living right with God

is something powerful to be reckoned with.

James 5: 16 (The Message)