Disclaimer: I am by no means advocating or excusing cruelty toward animals. In no way do I intend to come across as feeling like animals should be carelessly euthanized. If you find fault in anything I say please contact me for clarification before you send me hate-mail or report me to the authorities. With that said . . .
Archive for June 2011
The Truly Innocent
Cry it Out
I should be asleep right now. For the moment all of my kids are snoring, and yet here I am. For the past 3 nights I have been back and forth from my bed to my daughter's nearly every hour through the night. She's sick and cutting teeth, and sleep is the furthest thing from her mind. I'm exhausted, and yet here I am. As I sat in the rocking chair last night debating whether to just let her cry or to give in and sleep sitting up with her in my arms, all I could determine to do was cry. I had been praying for hours for God to comfort her, to make her feel better, to sprinkle sleeping dust over her for a few hours so that we could sleep. I prayed through tears & exhaustion, yet still she cried.
At some point through the night, my tears took on a different meaning. Over and over in my head I was playing that Amy Grant song, "Better than a Hallelujah". The beginning of the song says, "God loves a lullaby, in a mother's tears in the dead of night, better than a hallelujah sometimes." As I sat there, miserable and completely worn out, I realized that there is room for worship even at our lowest points. My tears changed from despair to praise, as I thought about a future day when she will be sick or hurt, and I will want to wrap my arms around her and comfort her, but it won't be my arms or my comfort that she'll seek. I thought about all of the women who lay awake unable to sleep, not because they had a baby crying in the other room, but because they longed for a baby to cry in the other room but are unable to get pregnant.
You know, we tend to think of worship as our response to God's blessings. It's something we do to say thank you for what He's doing in our lives right now. There's so much more to worship though. As I sat there pouring out my struggles to God, I was no longer asking him to fix it. My praise wasn't for what He was doing or was going to do, it was simply for Him. I'm going to go to bed now, and I'm praying for sleep, but I'll still praise Him if I don't get it. He's no less awesome, and wonderful, and loving, and sufficient when He doesn't answer my prayers the way I want Him to. Worship through joy, worship through tears, worship through triumph, and worship through sorrow. Good night.
Raising Men
Church Camp
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I wasn't supposed to go to church camp. A few weeks ago the female sponsor that was supposed to go had something come up for the latter part of the week. The youth pastor's wife jokingly asked me if I might want to go. I did, but I gave it very little thought knowing that there was no way I could be away from my family for that long. Still, it was evident that she was worried about filling the slot so I began to pray that someone would rise up and go.
Then God moved.
They would be leaving on a Monday and coming home on Friday. What they needed was someone to come up Wednesday evening and be with them for the remainder of the week. Originally when I had checked my husband's schedule it showed he had to work Thursday and Friday. After a few days of praying I began to think seriously about the possibility of me going with them. I looked at his schedule again; I had read it wrong, he was actually off Wednesday and Thursday.


