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Fare thee well…

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Well, we made it. My husband and I have been back in our home country a week now. Moving from the tropics to a wintry climate, exchanging flip flops and shorts for multiple layers and yet still being cold… it’s an adjustment to be sure! A crackling fire on the TV screen gives the illusion of warmth and coziness. But hey, I’ll do anything I can to fool my body into thinking I’m warm!

The past two months have been a whirlwind of goodbyes, closing out bank and internet and phone accounts, selling our car, rehoming most of our possessions so that we could travel with only four suitcases (three of the four being overweight, but thankfully the airlines were gracious!), scurrying to be all done with packing and moving so that we could have our “boat days….”

When I took time a couple of days ago to reflect on all that has transpired, I realized that our current physical tiredness is partly due to jet lag — after all, there’s a twelve-hour time difference from where we lived to where we now are! But probably more of the exhaustion comes from fatigue. Decision-fatigue. Moving-fatigue. Goodbye-fatigue.

In other words, emotionally draining stuff.

Back in August I wrote about the importance of building a R.A.F.T. (see link below) The acronym refers to key elements to leaving a place well so that one can enter the next place well.

  • R = Reconciliation: making sure relationships are right.
  • A = Affirmation: acknowledging what others have said or done to encourage us, to help make our stay here meaningful.
  • F = Farewells: saying goodbye to people, places, possessions… AND allowing others to “farewell” you.
  • T = Think destination: thinking about what happens next.

My husband, who is an introvert and behind-the-scenes type of guy, wasn’t so sure about the farewell stuff. I didn’t nag or pressure him — really! He saw that it was important to me, and so acquiesced. Two events in particular ended up being a huge encouragement to both of us… and helped us to see the value of being “farewelled.” Those events provided a sense of closure to a major chapter in our lives. They helped us to say goodbye. To prepare mentally and emotionally for this next chapter. To leave well.

This made me wonder… are there any farewells in the Bible??? What, if any, similarities do they have with what we’ve experienced? What can I learn from their example?

When Moses was nearing the end of his life, his parting words to his protege Joshua were…

Be strong and courageous.

Do not fear or be in dread of [the people of the land he was going to conquer],

for it is the Lord your God who goes with you.

He will not leave you or forsake you.

— Deuteronomy 31: 6

When King David’s time to die drew near, he said to his son Solomon…

Be strong….

keep the charge of the Lord your God, walking in His ways and keeping His statutes, His commandments. His rules, His testimonies…

— I Kings 2: 2-3

After Jesus’ death and resurrection, He appeared to His disciples before ascending into heaven and said to them…

All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me.

Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you.

And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age.

— Matthew 28: 18-20

These farewells included…

  • encouragement to be strong… to be courageous
  • encouragement to not be afraid
  • a reminder that God would be with them… they wouldn’t be alone… He would never leave them or forsake them… He would be with them forever
  • instructions on how to live life according to God’s plans and ways

Yep. Farewells are important. They’re an integral part of life. They help us as we move from one country to another; from one job situation to another; from one season of life to another. From the familiar to the unknown.

We’re not sure what this new chapter of life will look like for us… but we ARE sure that we are not going it alone. That God is with us and will be guiding us. That He’s rooting for us and encouraging us to be strong, to be courageous, to not be afraid.

We’re ever so grateful that we have His Word — the Bible — to instruct us on how to live life according to His plans and ways. And that, dear friends, is how we’ll have joy in the journey of this thing called “Life!”

It’s time to build a R.A.F.T.

Storms of life…

photo credit: Ashley Haack Fine Art

I LOVE the sea! Having grown up near the ocean and having spent countless hours swimming, sailing, water skiing, and walking on the beach, being on or near water truly is my happy place. There’s something about watching the never-ending cycle of waves crashing onto the beach — or even when the sea is merely gently caressing the shore — that calms me. Restores me. Nourishes my soul. Reminds me that my Creator God is likewise constant, consistent, dependable, steady.

But sometimes the sea can be frightening. Overpowering. An adversary to be subdued rather than an ally to be enjoyed. Watching a storm from the safety of the shore is vastly different from being in the midst of the angry waves, tossed to and fro at the mercy of nature. Add to that being pelted by rain or sleet or snow. Lightning flashing. Darkness that engulfs and disorients. Feeling like there is no escaping destruction and loss of life.

There’s a story in the New Testament of the Bible about a sea voyage that took place in the first century. It was a journey that started in Caesarea (on the eastern-most shore of the Mediterranean Sea) and eventually ended in Rome (complete opposite direction).

map of Paul’s Journey to Rome from Olive Tree Bible App

The journey was a challenging one from the start. It started late in the season for sea travel. The initial small vessel wasn’t adequate for the open-sea voyage. Stormy winds blew them off course before they had gotten halfway. The wind was “tempestuous,” which is how we refer to a northeaster in today’s parlance. Such storms appear suddenly, often with violent, whirling winds. They had to stop and take shelter several times.

An additional problem was that the vessel was transporting a man named Paul. He was a God-fearing man who was on his way to Rome to stand trial before Caesar. Paul had warned the captain and crew that the journey would more than likely result in the loss of the ship, cargo, and lives. His warning went unheeded.

They went without food for fourteen days. They had to jettison the cargo. Then they had to get rid of the ship’s tackle. Some of the crew panicked and wanted to escape using the ship’s dingy. BUT Paul warned that doing so would put everyone in jeopardy.

Soon afterwards the vessel ran aground and the stern broke apart in the surf. None of the 276 men on board were lost… but the journey wasn’t over yet! They were only as far as the island of Malta.

… the rest of the story is for another time…

Paul had an unshakeable belief that IF those on the ship did what he suggested all would go well.

… the God to whom I belong and worship…said,
“Do not be afraid, Paul;
you must stand before Caesar.
And… you and all who sail with you [will be safe.]”

So take heart, men,
for I have faith in God
that it will be exactly as I have been told.
But we must run aground on some island.

Acts 27: 23-26

Note that he didn’t say that it would be smooth sailing. But rather in the midst of the storm, all would be well.

Sometimes life feels like being in a storm. We start our journey well… and then “stuff” happens that blows us off course. We lose our bearings. We feel as though we’re being pummeled from all sides with the relentless intensity of circumstances out of our control. Hopelessness and fear engulf us. In our panic, we jettison those things that normally would help keep us upright.

I am not afraid of storms
for I am learning how to sail my ship.

Louisa May Alcott, from her book “Little Women”

From my perspective, it seems that sometimes being “blown off course” is actually more of a detour, a way God uses to get me where He wants me — in HIS timing, not mine. Wanting to jump ship, to try to figure things out and manipulate the results usually is counter-productive. In all honesty, I can feel overwhelmed. Abandoned. Fearful. Hopeless. But the more I get to know God, the more I realize that He is a loving Father who is with me in the midst of the storms, never abandoning me. Never wishing me harm. Wanting me to trust that HE is in control. He has His hand on the rudder and will guide me safely to port.

I’m learning to not be afraid of life’s storms. I’m learning how to sail my ship. I’m learning that wherever my ship goes — by whatever circuitous route, in whatever time frame — I’m not alone.

And may that become true for you as well, dear reader, so that together we may have joy in the journey of this thing called “Life!”

to read more about this sea voyage, see Acts 27:1 – 28:14

Note to my 20-something self…

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We’ve begun the season of “lasts”… tonight being our last Zoom call with colleagues — some of whom we have known for decades. We’ve been asked to share our answer to the following question:

If you could leave a Post-it note of encouragement or advice taped to the suitcase of someone just arriving overseas, what would it say?

Hmm… GREAT question! One that took me back to when my husband and I were in our late 20’s preparing for our overseas adventure. We were excited! Scared! A bit naive — to put it mildly! And yet somehow confident that this HUGE step of faith was exactly the one God had in store for us. We had been married not quite three years, and so the adjustments awaiting us were more than we could’ve ever imagined.

So… what would I share with my 20-something self???

Give yourself — and others — GRACE and SPACE.

GRACE… because you WILL make mistakes. You WILL fail. You WILL be disappointed — in yourself and others. You WILL say and do things that you’d never imagine yourself saying or doing! (remember my stolen milk bottle story?! see below) God will undoubtedly reveal parts of your character that need pruning… pruning so that other, possibly hidden, parts may come to the surface and be nurtured. Pruning of “stuff” that clouds and distorts His image being accurately revealed in your life.

SPACE… to regroup. To think. To process. To re-charge. To unplug from everything that is vying for your attention. To regain perspective. Emotional stuff drains and blindsides us. KNOW that this happens… and so give yourself grace and space to embrace what’s going on and respond accordingly.

Trust in the Lord with ALL your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In ALL your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3: 5-6

“Do not lean on your own understanding”… don’t try to figure everything out!

“In ALL your ways acknowledge Him/seek His will and His ways”… After all, God is God! HE is in control — not you! Make getting to know Him better your number one priority.

Yeah, I know. This will never fit on a Post-it! But it’s what I would say to someone beginning their overseas adventure. And it’s how they — and we — can have joy in the journey of this thing called “Life!”

Me?!? …. A thief?!?

… neither listened… nor…???

The phrase jumped off the page as I was reading.

“They neither listened nor obeyed.”

It was in reference to the Israelites back in the 8th century BC. The nation had split in two several hundred years earlier. Both the northern and the southern kingdoms were governed by a series of kings, most of whom were jerks. Over and over again God gave them wake up calls to try to get their attention. To try to get them to listen to Him and to keep their part of the bargain (a covenant) they had made with God. They openly defied the clear instructions He had given them, which would’ve ensured that they lived peacefully and productively in the new land they were inhabiting. They were stubborn, defiant, willful. They dishonored and disregarded everything that God had made holy.

Finally, enough was enough!

And so God sent Shalmaneser, the King of Assyria, to carry the northern kingdom into exile. Why?

“... because they did not obey the voice of the Lord their God… they neither listened nor obeyed.”

2 Kings 18:12

It’s bad enough not to obey God… to do what He has told you to do. But to not even listen… that inhibits any awareness of learning what’s on His heart, of even wanting to do so. It cuts off any chance of clearing up misunderstandings. Of being open to considering the possibility that I may be wrong. That my perspective/assessment of a situation is skewed. Of acknowledging wrongs and being forgiven.

I do it, though. Unfortunately. I have “selective listening” — choosing what I want to hear and blocking out the rest. And this doesn’t only refer to God, but also to other people — like my husband! He admits that he is also guilty of “selective hearing” and shares how, early in our marriage, he would sometimes feign listening to me while sneaking peeks at a chess magazine in his lap. Needless to say, that didn’t go over very well! And working on our communication skills has been an on-going theme in our marriage.

Sometimes I don’t hear well because my ears are literally blocked. Sounds become muffled due to a build-up of earwax. Getting rid of stubbornly embedded wax requires the intervention of a skillful physician. And it can be painful.

God is that skillful physician in my life. Rooting out whatever is blocking my ability to hear Him. Applying pressure when necessary. Rinsing, so to speak, with warm water, flushing out whatever tenaciously clings to me.

It’s a poor commentary on the Israelites when they are labeled as “neither listening nor obeying.” And it’s a poor commentary on me as well.

Lord, open my ears that I may hear Your voice — all of what You say and not what I pick and choose. And enable me to obey — wholeheartedly. Unreservedly. Without questions asked. I dishonor You when I pick and choose my way through life. Forgive me. So many voices are vying for my attention these days. Help me to intentionally block them out so that I hear Your voice above all others.

And that, my friends, will help me — and hopefully you — to have joy in the journey of this thing called “Life”!

What’s robbing YOUR joy???

Dread. Sadness. Despair. Feeling overwhelmed. Feeling stuck. Paralyzed.

Not a pretty picture. But a window into my soul these past days.

In a sense, it’s inevitable. To be expected. As we prepare to move back to our home country later this year, there is “stuff” we have to face. Have to work through. Add to that everything that is happening in our world these days… the overall picture isn’t very encouraging. Actually, it’s rather depressing and bleak.

And yet I’ve fallen into a dangerous trap. A trap that is robbing me of joy. Robbing me of savoring each day as the gift it’s intended to be. Robbing me of my focus. My perspective.

What I’ve subtly slipped into is focusing on

  • all my to-do lists.
  • the unknowns awaiting us.
  • deadlines.
  • expectations — mine and those of others (which often are unfounded).
  • listening to voices — real and imagined — that make me question myself. Make me question God.
  • digging up past mistakes.
  • rehearsing failures, which means not remembering victories, good things that happened.
  • what social media and the news has to say, which is a sure-fire way to get depressed!

I was sharing this malaise with my husband the other day, and he said something profound:

“God more fully understands our feelings than we do…. We need to be self-sympathetic instead of self-accusing… Despair over past mistakes is what Screwtape has on his clipboard for you, Mary.” [referencing C.S. Lewis’ book “The Screwtape Letters” that portrays Satan’s schemes to derail God’s people]

God more fully understands our feelings than we do

When the cares of my heart are many/when my anxious thoughts multiply within me/when doubts fill my mind/when I am upset and beside myself, Your [God’s] consolations/Your comforts cheer my soul/delight me/give me needed hope and cheer/calm me down and cheer me up.

Psalm 94:19 compiled from various versions

Hmm… this made me wonder… what do God’s consolations look like? How can they cheer my soul?

Reading Psalm 94 in its entirety gives some hints:

  • verses 9-11 remind us that God knows what’s going on! (“He who planted the ear, does He not hear? He who formed the eye, does He not see?”)
  • verses 17-18 remind us that God has shown His support of us already! (“If the Lord had not been my help, my soul would soon have lived in the land of silence. When I thought, ‘My foot slips,’ Your steadfast love, O Lord, held me up”)
  • verse 22 reminds us that God has already become our stronghold, the rock of our refuge.
  • verse 23 reminds us that someday He WILL surely judge all the injustices and wrongs in our world, in our lives.

As I ponder and focus on God’s character, the cares of my heart are reframed. In other words, what can seem overwhelming or a big deal shrinks when seen from God’s perspective. He alone sees ALL of my life. ALL of my days. My unknown (to me) future. My fears. My desires.

Yes, there are things that rob my joy — at least attempt to do so. And yet I’m endeavoring to be intentional in looking for the “consolations of God” to see how He may be working on my behalf to cheer my soul. To delight me. To give me much needed hope. To calm me.

I’ve written in my agenda — with large letters — “I choose JOY!” A visible reminder that every day, as I start each day — and numerous times throughout — I need to do whatever it takes to focus on things that won’t drag me down and rob my joy. I need to carefully choose what I listen to, what I watch, what I read. I need to limit (eliminate?) my exposure to social media and news. I need to be sensitive to others, to reach out to others — because that helps me to get my focus off me, myself, and I!

We’ll still be doing a lot of processing, a lot of grieving as we leave this place that has been home for over a decade. And disengaging here and preparing to reengage elsewhere will be fraught with a myriad of emotions… BUT…

God more fully understands our feelings than we do

… and focusing on what He says is true will be how we navigate this next season, enabling us to not get sidetracked by feelings of dread, sadness, despair; acknowledging that there will be times of feeling overwhelmed, but choosing to not dwell there; doing things that are emotionally-recharging when that stuck, paralyzed feeling kicks in. However imperfectly we do this — with some days being successful, somedays not — it will be how we’ll have joy in the journey of this thing called “Life!”

The Oatmeal Crew…

It was the summer before I graduated from university. I was working as a chambermaid in a hotel at the beach. Every morning I would make a small bowl of oatmeal before heading off to work. Plain. Nothing added besides some milk… maybe a smidgen of brown sugar??

I shared the basement kitchen of an old hotel/now boarding house with a bunch of other college students. We didn’t have much money, and so were frugal regarding what groceries we bought.

About the same time each morning I was making my breakfast a bunch of guys were making a BIG pot of — you guessed it, oatmeal! One day they asked if I would like to share from their pot, which only made sense, right?! And so I became a part of the “Oatmeal Crew.”

That group became a very important part of my daily life. It helped me begin to understand the importance of community… of having a group of like-minded people to share life with… a group who was pursuing the same goal.

Fast forward to today… My husband and I have been talking through our upcoming move to our home country later this year. One of the key factors we’re considering regarding where we will relocate is community.

As Christ-followers, it will be important for us to find a body of like-minded people with whom to begin cultivating that sense of community. A church is a good place to start.

In addition, wherever we’ve lived over the years we’ve always been intentional getting to know our neighbors. People older and younger than we. People who believe differently… or don’t believe at all. People from all different walks of life, cultural backgrounds. Our lives have been enriched because of the many people we’ve rubbed shoulders with over the years. And so I’m anticipating that we’ll do this wherever we end up living!

We’ll also be looking for ways to plug in… to be involved in the lives of others. Ways to start building community.

We’re in a different season of life this time around. Our capabilities and limitations are somewhat different from when we first moved overseas 46+ years ago. And yet I’m encouraged by a lesson from the life of Christ.

Jesus and his followers were faced with a bit of a dilemma. A large crowd — at least 5000 — had followed them to the mountains. Everyone was hungry, but a few problems emerged.

First problem: there wasn’t a grocery store out there in the middle of nowhere where they could buy food!

Second problem: even if there were a store, how could they possibly purchase enough food to feed that many people?!

A young boy had five loaves of bread and two fish. Hardly seems like that could make a dent in feeding so many people! But miraculously, after Jesus gave thanks for this meager gift, not only was there enough food but also there were twelve FULL baskets of leftovers!

So… what’s the lesson for me?

Did it matter how many loaves of bread Jesus had? or how many fish? Nope. He took what the boy had and accomplished what needed to be done. All it took was a willingness on the boy’s part to offer to Jesus what he had.

… a willingness to offer to Jesus what he had…

At this season of life I may not have the energy I had in my 20s… but whatever I give to the Lord to use, He can use! What’s important is for me to be willing. To be willing to offer to Jesus whatever I have. To not try to out-think God (perish the thought!) regarding what I can and cannot do. (Yes, I have a tendency to do that. But I’m working on learning to more consistently apply the wisdom of the following…)

Trust in the Lord with ALL your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In ALL your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make straight your paths.

Proverbs 3: 5-6

Wherever we end up living, wherever we start building community, my desire is to use whatever gifts and abilities I have, whatever energy or lack-thereof I have, whatever resources (financial, spiritual, mental) I have to help advance God’s Kingdom here on earth. I’m trusting that God will take my loaves and fishes and multiply them according to His plans and purposes.

Sounds exciting, right?! And scary. But the lesson from the Oatmeal Crew continues to impact my life, especially since I ended up marrying one of the guys! Together, he and I are looking forward to whatever our future holds. Together, we’re anticipating that we’ll continue to have joy in the journey of this thing called “Life!”

PS You can read the story of the loaves and fishes in the New Testament book of John, chapter 6.

PS #2 To read more about the summer I was a chambermaid, see this earlier blog:

The danger of assumptions…

Heart on paper…

One of the reasons I first started writing was to figure out what was going on inside my head… inside my heart. It somehow seemed to help when I “verbalized” whatever I was going through in black and white… with pen and paper.

One writing in particular still stands out in my memory. I remember when it was written. Where I was. What I was struggling with…

I was a freshman at university. It was a cold, dreary winter day. I had driven our family’s big, yellow station wagon over to “the Fort,” a local beach that to this day is my all-time favorite beach because of its pristine, uncluttered shoreline. I was trying to figure out who I was… what life is all about… how God fits into the picture, IF He does.

I vividly remember the way the sky looked. Threatening… yet at the same time, hopeful. Sun rays were peaking through the gloom. As if God were reaching down from heaven, reaching out His hands to me, wanting to pull me out of my despair and confusion.

Unfortunately, what I wrote that wintry day got lost over the years. But I still look back on that day as when I began to value putting my heart on paper.

Fast forward to today…

As I’ve been reading through the Old Testament of the Bible, I’m increasingly overwhelmed by seeing the heart of the authors on paper. I’m at that point in the story where the children of Israel are about to enter the Promised Land. They’ve been wandering in the wilderness for forty years (due to the disobedience of some of their leaders). They’ve been given directives as to how to best represent God to the people and nations they are preparing to conquer. They’ve been on a roller coaster of doing the right thing, blowing it, saying they’ll do better the next time… kinda sounds a lot like me!

Moses, their leader, is now 120 years old. He personally has been barred from entering the Promised Land because of losing his temper and not doing what God told him to do (see Numbers 20:12, Deuteronomy 3:23-28, and Psalm 106:32-33). In the book of Deuteronomy, Moses’ heart on paper jumps off nearly every page as he prepares the people for what lies ahead, reminding them of all that God has instructed. Reminding them of where they have come from and what is expected of them.

  • Do not fear of be dismayed… (1:21)
  • Do not be in dread or afraid of [the enemy]. The Lord your God who goes before you will Himself fight for you, just as He did for you in Egypt before your eyes, and in the wilderness, where you have seen how the Lord your God carried you, as a man carries his son… (1:29-31)
  • … listen to the statutes and the rules that I am teaching you, and do them, that you may live, and go in and take possession of the land… (4:1)
  • Only take care, and keep your soul diligently, lest you forget the things that your eyes have seen, and lest they depart from your heart… (4:9)
  • … watch yourselves very carefully. (4:15)
  • … beware lest you act corruptly… (4:16)
  • … beware lest you raise your eyes to heaven, and when you see the sun and the moon and the stars, all the host of heaven, you be drawn away and bow down to them and serve them… (4:19)
  • Take care, lest you forget the covenant of the Lord your God… (4:23)
  • … be careful… to do as the Lord your God has commanded you. (5:32)
  • … be careful to do [all God’s statutes and commands], that it may go well with you… (6:3)
  • … remember what the Lord your God did to Pharaoh and to all Egypt, the great trials that your eyes saw, the signs, the wonders, the mighty hand, and the outstretched arm, by which the Lord your God brought you out. So will the Lord your God do to all the peoples of whom you are afraid. (7:18-19)
  • … be careful to do [the whole commandment that I command you today] that you may live and multiply… (8:1)
  • … remember the whole way that the Lord your God has led you these forty years in the wilderness, that He might humble you, testing you to know what was in your heart, whether you would keep His commandments or not. (8:2)
  • Take care lest you forget the Lord your God by not keeping His commandments and His rules and His statutes… (8:11)
  • Beware lest you say in your heart, ‘My power and the might of my hand have gotten me this wealth.’ (8:17)
  • Remember and do not forget… (9:7)
  • … consider the discipline of the Lord your God, His greatness, His mighty hand and His outstretched arm… (11:2)
  • Take care lest your heart be deceived, and you turn aside and serve other gods and worship them… (11:16)
  • Take care that you do not offer your burnt offerings at any place that you see, but at the place that the Lord will choose… (12:13)
  • Be careful to obey all these words that I command you, that it may go well with you and with your children after you forever… (12:28)
  • … take care that you be not ensnared to follow [the enemy nations] after they have been destroyed before you, and that you do not inquire about their gods… (12:30)
  • … remember that you were a slave in the land of Egypt, and the Lord your God redeemed you… (15:15)
  • … remember that you were a slave in Egypt; and you shall be careful to observe these statutes. (16:12)
  • … let not your heart be faint. Do not fear or panic or be in dread of [the enemy], for the Lord your God is He who goes with you to fight for you against your enemies, to give us victory. (20:3-4)
  • … be careful to do [these statutes and laws] with all your heart and with all your soul. (26:16)
  • Be strong and courageous. Do not fear or be in dread of [the enemy], for it is the Lord your God who goes with you. He will not leave you or forsake you. (31:6)

Do you hear it?? Do you hear Moses’ heart?? Over and over again… like a parent getting ready to launch their child into the world. Do not fear. Do not be dismayed. Do not be in dread. Do not be afraid. Listen. Take care. Watch yourselves. Beware. Be careful. Remember. Consider. Do not forget. Be strong and courageous. God goes with you. He will not leave you or forsake you.

Moses’ heart on paper mirrors the heart of God.

God, our Father, over and over again wants us to know how much He loves us. How much He wants us to listen to Him and follow His instruction manual for life, the Bible. Just as those rays peaking out from behind gray clouds years ago were “reaching” for my heart so that I would turn to Him, so today God is reaching out to you, dear friend, to draw you to Himself, to encourage your heart, to guide you. In the words of Moses, “take care” that you avail yourself of all that God has to offer, and together we’ll have joy in the journey of this thing called “Life!”

Betrayal…

The description pierced my heart. The emotions conveyed so raw, so poignant. The narrator describing his restlessness. Being in anguish. Overtaken by fear and trembling and horror.

But what was even more shocking was the source of all this turmoil. It wasn’t an enemy taunting him, arrogantly insulting him — something he could’ve handled. It wasn’t some other adversary — then he could’ve hidden.

It was his friend.

The narrator lived centuries ago. His name is David, once a shepherd boy and later a king. He goes on to describe this “friend” in Psalm 55 of the Bible.

  • He was his equal, his companion, his close friend.
  • They used to do things together, support and encourage each other.
  • He betrayed his friends.
  • He broke his promises.
  • His words were smooth as butter… yet they were drawn swords.

The anguish David expresses literally jumps off the page. It emphasizes how nothing so pierces and destroys our hearts like the stabs of someone we’re close to. Someone we once trusted.

This week is what is referred to in the Christian calendar as Holy Week. It’s the period of time spanning Jesus’ triumphant entry into Jerusalem riding on a donkey (Palm Sunday), the Last Supper (when He celebrated the Passover meal with His disciples and then was betrayed by one of them), the Crucifixion (what is referred to as Good Friday), and Easter (the day He was resurrected from the dead).

A gut-wrenching part of Holy Week occurs when Judas, one of the twelve disciples, sold Jesus out for thirty pieces of silver. Sold Him to those who wanted Him dead.

Judas had been with Jesus for three years. He was part of the group of twelve who followed Christ all over the countryside, learning from Him, observing miracles, seeing lives transformed. Wouldn’t you think that after all that time together Judas would have a deep, intimate relationship with Jesus? A relationship built on trust? A relationship that would mean more than a handful of coins?

Trust is the foundation of any relationship. But when that trust is broken, when one is betrayed the results are devastating.

Sadly, our world is filled with the aftermath of betrayal...

  • Marriages that end in divorce.
  • Friendships that dissolve.
  • Working relationships that disintegrate when one person does all the work but someone else gets the credit/recognition/a bonus.
  • Even our bodies betray us as we age: forgetfulness, sore/stiff joints, sagging muscles replace our once vibrant selves.
  • Some would feel the church has also betrayed them, citing hypocrisy and lack of authenticity as reasons to give up on anything related to God.

What a bleak picture!

How then do we cope? What can we learn from David’s words? From Judas’ example?

  • People let us down. They disappoint. They say and do things that affect us to the very core of our being.
  • Bad things happen. Heartache happens.
  • Life isn’t always fair.

The Psalm goes on to offer some advice, even though I must admit it sounds too simplistic:

“Cast your burden on the Lord, and He will sustain you…”

The reason this works is because — ultimately — vengeance isn’t ours to mete out, but rather is in God’s hands. That’s not much comfort when in the midst of betrayal, but the more I get to know God, the more I realize that He truly is Someone I can trust. He knows all that I go through… my hurts, my confusion, my struggles, and yes, my betrayals. He knows and understands because His only Son also went through the unspeakable pain of being betrayed.

Restlessness. Anguish. Fear. Trembling. Horror. Betrayal. Broken promises. Back-stabbing words.

Whatever you may be going through, no matter how deep the hurt, how raw the scars… may you find a glimmer of hope in knowing that you’re not alone. You’re seen. You’re heard. You’re loved by a Father who wants to heal your heartache, your brokenness. And somehow… may that encourage you to not give up.

And together, as we face whatever challenges life throws at us, may we have joy in the journey of this thing called “Life!”

EARTHQUAKE!!!

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I thought I was imagining it … I was sitting at my desk in our fifth floor apartment when I started sensing that my chair was moving. My husband, only a few feet away, didn’t notice anything. But then the rocking chair started swaying, as did the trees outside. The movement intensified, as did my fears. Later, we learned the earthquake only lasted a couple of minutes. Minutes that seemed to last forever.

I frantically tried to call our two kids to tell them how much I love them — in case we were goners. Yes, I was that scared! The call didn’t go through for who knows what reason — internet signals messed up? God’s intervention so that I didn’t freak out our kids?!

We then took the stairway down to the parking area where tenants from our twin eight-story buildings had gathered. One woman was crying. Others were huddled together. All of us in shock. Our good friends from Japan — “pros” living with earthquakes — encouraged and calmed us. Gave us helpful hints on what to do if this ever happens again.

When it was deemed safe to go back in the building, we took the stairs back to our apartment. At least we had remembered when exiting and returning to our home that it would be best to avoid the elevators!

We then discovered that the quake had literally shaken some things up in our apartment. Our dresser drawers had opened. The sliding glass door on our balcony now had a gap of several inches instead of being tightly closed. Our desks had slid apart. A few books had fallen over.

Overall, however, our city fared well — especially compared to those who lived near the 7.7 magnitude epicenter (we’re 525 miles/845 km away). Oh, how we grieve with those who have lost loved ones in this tragedy. Unimaginable sorrow.

The following day I wrote in my journal:

The reality of our own mortality —
when thrust upon us in such a vivid way —
is sobering.

Intellectually, I know that my death will usher me
into the presence of the Lord —
and what could be more wonderful than that?!?

I also know that life here on earth
is only a small blip on the timeline of eternity.

But yesterday —
standing in our living room
not knowing if the three floors above us
would soon snuff out my life —

I didn’t want to see Jesus then!
I didn’t feel ready!

from my journal Saturday, March 29th

God graciously spared us. But this sobering incident has made me ask myself some questions:

  • Am I ready to meet God??? Why was I so hesitant???
  • Am I keeping short accounts regarding any sin in my life — confessing anything that is short-circuiting my relationship with God? Forgiving others? Forgiving myself?
  • Are there any relational issues I’m not dealing with/avoiding? Misunderstandings that need to be cleared up? Words that need to be spoken?
  • What about family and friends who aren’t yet believers?

I’ve also been pondering some things God says:

God is our refuge and strength,
a very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear
though the earth gives way,
though the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam,
though the mountains tremble at its swelling.
Psalm 46: 1-2

“Though the mountains be shaken
and the hills be removed,
yet My unfailing love for you
will NOT be shaken
nor My covenant of peace be removed,”
says the Lord,
who has compassion on you.
Isaiah 54: 10

Have no fear of sudden disaster…
for the Lord will be at your side…
Proverbs 3:25-26

“Sudden disasters” aren’t only acts of nature, like our recent earthquake. It can be a telephone call that brings devastating news. Or walking down the street in broad daylight and being mugged. Or returning from vacation and seeing that your home, all your earthly belongings have gone up in smoke — literally. Or having your job terminated from one day to the next. Or … the list goes on and on.

All of these “sudden disasters” shake us to the core of our being. Our stability is rattled — like having the rug pulled out from under our feet. Our confidence is flagging. Our hope often turns to despair. What we believe and what we’re experiencing collide — and make us question God.

Even though we have since been assured that our building was constructed according to a strict, earthquake-withstanding code, I recognize that I need to put my hope, my confidence in something, Someone greater. Something, Someone that will withstand the storms of life.

Anyone who listens to My teaching
and follows it is
wise,
like a person who builds a house on solid rock.
Though the rain comes in torrents
and the flood waters rise
and the winds beat against that house,
it won’t collapse
because it is built on bedrock.

But anyone who hears My teaching
and doesn’t obey it is
foolish,
like a person who builds a house on sand.
When the rains and floods come
and the winds beat against that house,
it will collapse
with a mighty crash.

Jesus speaking, Matthew 7:24-26

Yes, I was scared. Yes, we survived. And yes, as a Christ-follower I’m endeavoring to learn from this experience so that I’m better prepared to face whatever “sudden disasters” may come my way down the road.

My desire is to build upon and cling to the Rock, the One I call my Lord and Savior. May I encourage you to do the same… and together, no matter what surprises come our way in this life, we’ll have joy in the journey of this thing called “Life!”

“Befriend” faithfulness???

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Have you ever read something so many times that you fail to actually SEE what is written?! That happened to me this morning as I was reading in the book of Psalms in the Old Testament of the Bible.

When I was a sophomore at university, new to the Christian faith, my friend Cheryl encouraged me to read five Psalms and one Proverb each day. That meant I would read both books once a month, a practice that I maintained for decades. It was the foundation of my “Quiet Time,” a daily time set aside for Bible reading and study, prayer, and sometimes journaling. (Yes, the writing bug bit me a LONG time ago!)

So this morning, as I read Psalm 37, something jumped out that I had never seen before.

Trust in the Lord, and do good;
dwell in the land and
BEFRIEND faithfulness.
or
… CULTIVATE faithfulness.

Psalm 37: 3 (ESV, NASB)

BEFRIEND faithfulness. CULTIVATE faithfulness.

I usually associate BEFRIENDING with people. And so I asked myself how I would go about doing that:

  • Take the initiative in getting to know others, which often means going where they are — finding where they hang out, what their interests are.
  • Come alongside them to share their burdens, their victories and defeats, their joys and sorrows.
  • Listen well to “hear” their hearts.
  • Be willing to invest time, effort in others.

I also asked myself what CULTIVATING looks like. I grew up in the countryside. My dad always planted a large vegetable garden so that we would have fresh corn, tomatoes, green beans, and peas all summer long. But to harvest the crops took a LOT of work:

  • The soil first needed to be cleaned up: cornstalks and other vines removed.
  • Then the soil was “tilled,” broken up after having lain dormant since the previous growing season. This step was crucial to improve aeration of the soil as well as enhancing water infiltration.
  • Only then was it possible to begin planting seeds for the new crops.
  • Then they needed to be watered, weeded.
  • Sunshine helped with their growth, but we had to be ever vigilant of “critters” that may have viewed our potential harvest as THEIR feeding ground!
  • After waiting — letting nature take its course — we reaped the bounty of our efforts!

BEFRIEND faithfulness. CULTIVATE faithfulness.

So… how do befriending and cultivating apply to faithfulness???

Faithfulness is a quality grounded in the character of God. His very nature is to be faithful: dependable, loyal, constant, true, unswerving, trustworthy.

If I, then, am encouraged to befriend, to cultivate faithfulness I need to:

  • Take the initiative, be intentional in focusing my attention on God and others who are faithful.
  • Come alongside and embrace that which is true, faithful. That which reflects and represents what God is like.
  • The above happen by hanging out with other like-minded followers of Christ; by choosing what I allow my mind to “feed” on, be it the books I read, the TV shows I watch, the social media I interact with, the conversations I engage in.
  • Realize that there is a “cost” involved… and often the “cost” is time.
  • If I’m going to harvest a good crop of faithfulness I also need to be ruthless in preparing the soil of my heart, my mind. I need to break up any stubborn clods of soil that are hindering God and His Word from penetrating my heart.
  • I also need to get rid of weeds — regularly! Get rid of those things that entangle my thoughts, sap my energy, stunt my growth. And just as weeding the garden isn’t a one-time deal, neither is “weeding” the gunk in my life that needs to be dealt with.
  • Faithfulness grows as it’s watered, fed, nurtured. It happens progressively — not all at once. It takes time. The water and food that grow my faith are God and His Word. No-brainer, right?!? And yet sometimes, I want the finished crop without embracing the process.

Befriend faithfulness. Cultivate faithfulness. May we encourage one another in this life-long process, and together have joy in the journey of this thing called “Life!”