GOD’S way…not mine (Part 2)

I am finding that God is always at work, caring for each detail of my life.  Putting into place things I could not have fathomed.  I am learning that God knows all and is putting things in place according to His plan, even years in advance. 

Nineteen years ago, I gave birth to my third son.  He is my fourth child in three and one half years and the pregnancy was very difficult.  After his birth I was on IV antibiotics for over three months trying to kill an infection that would grow a different strain with each new medicine.

This son has an exuberant zeal for life; no ledge was too high to jump from, no puddle too deep to miss jumping in.  My husband, Ray, said he had one speed, “FAST!”

I love that God makes all our children different.  All have different personalities, different desires, different dreams and different journeys.  Like me, my son is very passionate about right and wrong.  In high school, he shared Christ publically and privately to his friends calling them to live for Him and depend on Him when they needed an anchor.

He is good looking, a great musician and an incredible athlete.  I always thought he would break his neck as he did back flip after back flip anywhere there was an open space and death defying tricks on our trampoline.  He has a great personality and knows no strangers.  He is loyal to his family and friends and very respectful.

About three months ago, he moved out for a second time.  It is so hard for me to see him being deceived by the enemy of God. I watched it begin as he entered high school; going from a straight ‘A’ student to thinking school was too difficult for him.  He shared with me some of his failures and believes that they are worst than any of the rest of our family. I wonder if he believes that God has a sin scale.   (If that were the case, I would have tipped the scales, myself, long ago.)

I have spent many sleepless nights praying for him, crying for him, and trusting that God’s will be done in his life.  It is hard, extremely difficult, not to go ahead and take matters in my own hands like Sarah did (Genesis 16:3) trying to make things happen so that you get your desired results. 

It’s hard to wait on God.  But I believe his promise in Psalm 37:25, “I have been young, and now am old, yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken or his children begging for bread.” 

So I began a new journey knowing that God is always at work, caring for each detail of my life.  Putting into place things I could not have fathomed.  I am learning that God knows all and is putting things in place according to His plan, even years in advance.  Because…

(God IS bigger than the boogie man; He’s bigger than Godzilla or the monsters on TV.  God IS bigger than the boogie man and he’s watching out for you and me.) Jr. Asparasgus/Veggie Tales

Never Give Up!

March 9, 2011, is a day I will never forget. I am one of millions of Facebook users, and my birthday is listed on my profile. I received hundreds of birthday wishes from my friends.

My husband took the day off just to be with me all day. I felt like a school girl on my first date because I can’t remember the last time Ray and I spent an entire day together with no agenda. So we shopped, ate at a fancy restaurant, went to a movie, and then brought a cake home to celebrate with the kids.

That morning, I was greeted by my children, each singing the “happy birthday” song adding harmonies and “cha-cha-cha’s.” One son, busy with his college life, hadn’t called, texted, or emailed. So, I called him.

“Hello, Ross.”

“Hey, Mommy.”

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing much. I am sleeping in. We won the intramural basketball tournament.”

“Oh, how many points did you score?”

“About 20.”

“Great job! What’s today?”

SILENCE!!!!

“Oh, Mommy, is today your birthday?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, Mommy, happy birthday. I have an alarm set on my phone to remind me later. I didn’t forget.” (This is about one o’clock in the afternoon).

“Ok, Ross. Thanks for remembering. I will wait on your call when your alarm goes off. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

After a little more chatting, I got off the phone and smiled at his daddy sitting right next to me (Ross came by this trait honestly, and I was spending the day with the man who had passed it down to him). My husband, Ray, admitted that he, too, in college would be very neglectful in calling his mother.

After cake and presents from my children, I went to my Facebook account to see what other birthday well-wishes I had received. There, to my surprise, was the following birthday wish:

Happy birthday, Mommy! Love you and truly appreciate everything you have done for me. Especially after going to college and no longer eating food that melts in your mouth. Food that changes and is seasoned to perfection. O! how I love my mother! Not only for your food though, I love you for all those years you did my Laundry and hand-folded it. I love you for all the times you would drive me to Chick-fil-A, and every time would tell me “Have a nice day and be kind to the people.” O! how I miss that! I love that you care if I call you or not when I away from home, it makes me feel loved. I love you for all the “Mommy hugs” you gave me.

I love you for all those years you put up with me with home schooling. I love you for still being so kind and forgiving after all the lies I have told you. I love you for helping me with the kitchen when I procrastinated and it was late at night (because you knew Daddy wasn’t going to help me). I love you for being such an awesome mother that is always herself. Whenever I had a basketball game I LOVED when you would go! I would try not to show it, but I was such a proud son even if I was on the bench. Because you cheered louder and harder than any other person. Gosh! I love my Mother. You have done more than is expected for two mothers! I want to marry someone like you. I may be a little bit biased when saying this, but I mean it with all my heart. “Robyn McKelvy is the best mother in the whole world!!! I love you and have a happy happy 47 ;) Birthday!!

I had to stop halfway through reading this message because I was crying so hard. I now understand Galatians 6:9, which says, ”And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up” (ESV). I have reaped!

Ross also gave me a great present. All day long, I was celebrating my 49th birthday. He gave me two years back. I’ll take them.