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

GOD’S Way…not mine (Part 1)

Raychel moving to TX

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. 

We were very comfortable in our all African American Baptist church.  Good preaching, great singing and plenty of AMENS during the sermon.  My husband, Ray, was on staff, full time as youth pastor and minister of music, I played the piano.  We were married at this same church two years prior. We loved the people, serving there and our comfortable life.

In short time, Ray began feeling uncomfortable with being comfortable.  He felt the Lord calling us to seminary in Dallas, TX.  I didn’t have the same feeling.  I was pregnant with our third child in three years and we had just bought our new little comfortable home about a year prior.

In about four months, we had moved and were settling into seminary life. 

We found another great church very comfortable setting for us…but at the request of a friend we visited his church and my husband met with his pastor for lunch later that week.  By the end of that lunch, we were praying about a ministry opportunity at this other church and knew God was asking us to make this ministry move.

This would be a very uncomfortable situation because we would be the only African American members of an all white church.  On our first visit, we were sitting behind this cute young couple.  After the first few songs, she turned and looked at us and then said to her husband, “they sing so loud!”  (She didn’t know I was just warming up.)

Ray soon became the associate pastor and minister of music at this church.  The members soon became our family (sisters and brothers from another mother – same Heavenly Father).  We soon began to understand that though the world may say that “white men can’t jump”, they could sing great gospel music and sway at the same time.

God’s call came again and we left that church with one couple to plant a church 500 miles away.  Sixteen years has passed since our first visit at the church that took us way out of our comfort zones.  Now our daughter has moved to begin her master’s studies in Dallas. 

I stand amazed watching God put His plan into action, providing for our daughter a family to live with in Dallas.  She is living with a quiet member of the alto section of that all white gospel choir that learned to clap, sway and sing. 

Twenty years ago God began working out the details of His plan for my daughter’s life now. Though this plan felt uncomfortable to me, at the time, God is revealing to me His word, “And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good,for those who are called according to his purpose. (Romans 8:28)

 

 

The Reason

After losing my mom just a little over a month ago, having my dad come stay with us two weeks, lots of company for Thanksgiving (most of them staying in our home) and preparing for our first college graduation, things have been a little hectic for this mommy.  Hectic would be okay if the everyday chores could be put on hold.  No, grocery shopping, cleaning, laundry, planning and preparation of meals, homework, taking non-drivers to work, and ALL the other things that we, as moms, do day-in and day-out, have to be done.

With black Friday and cyber Monday comes very tragic news and we are off again, to the funeral of our 21 year old nephew dying of a blood clot.

 The unexpected, the needs of each member of my family, the lists of teacher’s gifts, and so on, continues to grow.   I want the roller coaster to stop so I can get off. 

For each of us moms, there are so many additional things we must do at this time of year, yet none of the regular duties can be placed on hold.  There is one way we can come out on top of this season with our sanity intact. We must remember the reason for all that we do. 

I want God to be glorified and made known in every area of my life.  In the midst of all that may come at me, I desire to represent Christ to those around me.  Jesus, truly is, the reason for the season and everyday to come.  So, I pray for us…

                Lord, slow us down today, enough to remember that all that we say, all that we do, all that we are, all that we need is in You.  You are the reason we have breath, life and live.  May all our efforts point others to our hope in You.  In Jesus’ name, AMEN.