Sunday, January 25, 2015

Two Sparrows and a Budgie

        I knew it was going to be a rough week when I came home and my 2nd born said, “Mom, something is wrong with Carl.”  Immediately, my heart sunk.  Despite every effort I have made to create a stable, loving home for my children, somehow our mental health has become tied to a feathered piece of creation weighing roughly 42 grams.*  I don’t know exactly how it happened but frankly, I blame my mother in law.  Our relationship was fabulously complicated and when she went to be with the Lord, I suspect she filed a request with Jesus on behalf of her granddaughter.  Though the theology behind my reasoning is deeply flawed, the fact remains that shortly after her passing, my daughter ended up with a budgie similar to the ones her grandmother used to keep.  God moves in mysterious ways.
        
        Examining Carl, I had to agree with my daughter.  Something wasn't right, and the budgie was in some form of distress.  At this point dear friend, can I encourage you to thoroughly investigate your clever ideas before you execute them?  Truly, truly I say unto you, DO YOUR RESEARCH!  If I had done more reading before we adopted Carl, I might have understood the shadowy world of the budgerigar’s reproductive organs.  As it happens, I did not possess this enigmatic knowledge and spent a week paying to interact with experts on the subject.
        
        To be honest, it was a stressful week.  My daughter cares deeply for her little bird, and I was unable to make the situation better.  I did a lot of praying.  Over and over again, I found myself unsure if my prayers were going to be answered they way I desired.  I kept asking for God deliver me out of the situation.  Instead, with faithfulness, God kept walking me step by step through the process.  Have you ever experienced that Dear Friend?   We pray frantically, as if prayer were a magic wand that can be waved and presto – we will be delivered.   Have you bumped into the reality that God doesn't always work like that?
        
        There is a lovely scripture that references God’s care for birds.  I am sure you have read it before,  
        
        Are not two sparrows sold for a penny?  And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father.   But even the hairs of your head are all numbered.  Fear not, therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows. Matt 10:29-31

This delightful picture needs to be looked at in light of the chapter from which it is taken.  Jesus is sending out his disciples to preach the gospel and to perform miracles in his name.  He is also warning them of the persecution that awaits them.  (The subtitle above verse 16 reads, “Persecution Will Come.”)  If you ever have the temptation to put the above verse on a coffee mug, make sure the opposing side of the mug includes a stylized drawing of someone being stoned.  Otherwise, you are at risk of taking the promises of God to feather your own comfy nest. 

        The entire segment of scripture reads as follows,
        
        “So have no fear of them, for nothing is covered that will not be revealed, or hidden that will not be known.  What I tell you in the dark, say in the light, and what you hear whispered, proclaim on the housetops.  And do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather fear him who can destroy both soul and body in hell.  Are not two sparrows sold for a penny?[h] And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father.  But even the hairs of your head are all numbered.  Fear not, therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.  So everyone who acknowledges me before men, I also will acknowledge before my Father who is in heaven, but whoever denies me before men, I also will deny before my Father who is in heaven.  Matt 10:26-33
        
        Darling friend, can I remind you today, that God is not oblivious to your struggles.  Those who seek to make your life more difficult and those who are unkind do not escape His notice.  He does not turn a deaf ear to the cries of his children.  If I was willing to walk with my daughter through budgie reproductive drama, how much more is God willing to attend you in your time of distress?   Your prayers may not be answered the way you hope.  You may need to incur loss, grief and suffering.  But this pain is not being experienced in vain.  It is forging for you great character, strength and endurance.  God is watching over you, ready to help you endure the pain you desire to escape.  Do not stop praying or crying out for His deliverance, but understand that deliverance is often difficult to recognize.   You are not forgotten, he will hold you fast and bring you through.

I am praying for you this week,

xoxKaren

*That’s 1.4 ounces American friend.

After visiting the nicest vet in the entire world, it was discovered that Carl was in fact ready to lay an egg.  She has no mate, but she can still accomplish this feat and is feeling very clever. (For that matter so are millions of chickens.)  She has now laid two eggs and seems to be contemplating laying a third.  


Sunday, January 11, 2015

New Year Eternal Love

Happy New Year!

I pray this note finds you healthy and safe.  It is my desire that 2015 will be a year of answered prayer for you and your family.  May God bless you with a deeper knowledge of His amazing love over the next 12 months. 

If you found yourself dancing on tables with loved ones as the year turned, you might not find this next letter relevant.  Maybe you can tuck it away until you need it.  It was written to a friend with a broken heart.  She said I could share it with you as we all learn how to minister to those who are in a broken season. 
Regardless of your season this year, I hope you will continue to see God’s fingerprints over every day he places before you.

Be gentle and bestow the little kindnesses immediately.  Sow a shower of loving actions this year, the harvest will be just lovely.

xoxKaren

Dearest Madeline,

Hello!  I had to write you and let you know I did it!  Take that sister! I was awake to see the New Year in, and you are right, that hasn't happened for about 15 years.  To be honest, I view that as significant somehow.  Perhaps a new season is upon us. 

I thought of you later that morning, when I managed to roll out of sleep and sit up in bed.  I told you last week I think of you often upon rising.  Because I remember all the mornings I woke up and consciousness came in like a wave of dread.  I was so sad to wake up, to find myself back in the land of the living instead of asleep where I could hide.  I wanted to let you know that it will change in time, honestly it will.  You will not always hate waking up.

I found a scripture I wanted to share with you. It comes from the book of Nehemiah.  Ezra, Nehemiah and the Levites are reading the law to the people.  They are understanding their transgressions and becoming greatly distressed.  The reading of the law falls on a holy day and surprisingly,   
…he [Nehemiah] said to them, “Go your way. Eat the fat and drink sweet wine and send portions to anyone who has nothing ready, for this day is holy to our Lord. And do not be grieved, for the joy of the Lord is your strength.” Neh 8:10

I wanted to call your attention to the phrase “send portions to anyone who has nothing ready.”  To remind you, that when you are most in need and do not have the ability to provide, that God has provision for you.  We serve a God who understands that hearts break, strength weakens, and desire ceases.  I want to testify and if we were together, I would stand on your kitchen table and preach at you. (By the way, when are you going to be done with that beautiful old piece of furniture and give it to me?)

When I was at my lowest, I would get out of bed, lie on the floor and beg God to help me start the day.  That was after I asked him if the floor could swallow me.  Most of those days I just wanted to die.  I lived in a fog, trying to do the next functional action that would keep the children going.  Trying to put on a brave face, to salvage a life for them out of my psychological rubble. Celebration days were the worst.  Somehow, I was to pull together a party out of flour, oil and about $4.00.   

Sweet friend, I have to tell you, though the pain was indescribable and the suffering was intense, I made it through 4 years of celebrations because the Lord saw fit to “send portions to those who have nothing.”  I remember waking up crying because toast was on the menu for dinner for the 5th day in a row.  A sweet friend met me on a field trip to bring me a chicken telling me that “Costco chickens were on sale today!”  It took me three months to realize that Costco chickens never went on sale, she was just trying to make the transaction less awkward.

For a season, my girlfriends hosted my children’s birthday parties, building the celebration where I had neither resources nor space.  Their love of my children and their ability to function saw us through when I was crippled by the breaking process.  Person after person shared annual celebrations with us, so that my family survived.  My family is intact because of His marvelous grace and thousands of kind acts. 

The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18

This will be the case for you dear heart.  Though you are numb, in pieces and have no strength left, God will see you through.  He will bring you little blessings, he will keep your faith alive when you have nothing left to give.  You will be shamed, humbled and misunderstood.  Those who love you will unintentionally cause you pain, but God will give you the grace to keep going.  
He will not leave you or stop fighting on your behalf.

But now thus says the Lord,
he who created you, O Jacob,
    he who formed you, O Israel:
“Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
    I have called you by name, you are mine.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
    and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you;
when you walk through fire you shall not be burned,
    and the flame shall not consume you.Isaiah 43:1-2

I appreciate that you are living a life you did not choose.  I am so sorry your heart is broken.  You are my friend and I love you.  You are God’s child, and he will not leave you in this place.  He will keep loving you, keep holding you, and keep providing for you when you feel overwhelmed and undone.  I pray for healing and for hope to spring up from the ashes.  I pray that this year will be a turning point and that you will know His deep love for you.

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. Psalm 147:3

I love you.  Come and visit me.

xoxKaren