Positioned For "Yes"

This morning I am thinking about a lesson I learned from my Chihuahua over the weekend.  I was preparing to go out to run some errands, and I noticed that he was following closely on my heels as I went about getting dressed.  When I looked at him, he fixed his “Please, Mommy, please” eyes on me, while wagging his tail.  I had already taken him out to do his “business,” so I knew this behavior could only mean one thing.  He wanted to go out for a walk.  The thing is, it wasn’t time for his walk, and I had other things I needed to do.  So I told him, “Not this time.”  Usually when I tell him that, he just trots off to curl up for a nap until later.  But this time he did something he had never done before.  He went and positioned himself right in the entryway.  And there he sat, still as a stone, just staring at the front door.  The instant I saw this, my schedule changed.  Before doing another thing, I took my Chihuahua for a walk. 

While I’m not one to believe in coincidences, I absolutely do believe that my life is graced with undeniable God-moments that come to strengthen and encourage my faith, if I am wise to discern them.  Such was the case this weekend.  I’m getting better at recognizing these moments, too.  They always challenge me to envision, imagine, believe, or wonder beyond the boundaries of what I’ve always known and what I’ve always done.  They stir up my hope with questions of “What if?”  Every day I delight to make my needs and desires known to God through prayer, and I give thanks as He answers.  Occasionally, however, circumstances clearly indicate that the answer to a particular prayer is “Not yet.”  In such cases, I tend to just trot off, resolved to accept that it will have to be later…kind of like my Chihuahua usually does.  But there are new questions burning in my heart today.  What if I believe God for “right now,” while facing overwhelming evidence of “not yet?”  What if I exercise protocol-breaking, agenda-altering faith like the Syrophenician woman in Mark 7:25-30 or the importunate widow in Luke 18:1-8?  What if I boldly position myself as never before to receive what I have asked of God, trusting in His love and compassion for me?  Well, I am about to find out.  I am going to position myself for “Yes,” and I will wait in stillness and in confidence until He opens the door.  Amen.       

He Answers

This morning I am thinking about how excited my daughter was the first time my 14-month-old grandson called her “Ma-ma.”  The significance of that moment, one of pure and mutual delight between my baby and her baby, was not lost on me.  And I smiled.  I knew it was only the first of countless times she would hear that precious utterance for years to come.  Of course, the way it is spoken may evolve over the years.  “Ma-ma, eat?”  “Mommy, I don’t feel good.”  “Mom, can I go out with my friends?”  Yet, all are simply variations on a moniker her sons’ hearts will reserve for no one else but her.  How often my daughter will hear “Ma-ma” in one form or another, I can’t imagine.  What I do know is that she won’t grow weary of hearing it.  I know there’s something about a mother’s heart that always quickens with inexpressible affection to hear a child’s call.  And I know that when her sons call, my daughter will turn her attention toward them and she will answer.  It brings a smile to my face again today, as I consider how this applies to my relationship with my heavenly Father.  It was many years ago that I first spoke in faith, “God, I believe that You are.”  I cannot even venture to guess how many times I’ve called on Him since.  The way I call His Name may differ.  “Father, I need Your wisdom.”  “God, it hurts.  Please help me.”  “Lord, give me strength.”  All are simply variations on the matchless Name my heart reserves for none other but Him.  I rejoice to know that He never gets weary of hearing my call.  I am filled with hope to know that His heart still quickens with inexpressible affection when He hears my spirit cry, “Abba, Father!”  And it is even more wonderful to know that He answers.  Sometimes He answers through the loving counsel of a friend.  Sometimes He answers with an unexpected turn of events.  Sometimes He answers with an overwhelming peace.  I don’t always know when or how, but I do know this:  With just what I need, just when I need it, He turns His attention toward me and He answers…always.  Amen.                                   

If I Didn't Know Better

This morning I am thinking about a joke my brother, Steve, told me.  Ironic in its sadness, the joke went something like this:

A man was preparing to jump to his death from the top of a bridge.  Seeing what was about to happen, the man’s friend called out, “Don’t do it!  Please, just let me come closer and talk to you about it.”  So, the man agreed to wait and talk to his friend.  After he was done pouring his heart out, they both jumped.

The joke, such as it was, quickened my awareness of how the holidays can be such a tough time for many people.  For some, there are memories of precious loved ones and dear friends lost through death or, perhaps, somehow lost in life.  There are recollections of days of joy and laughter that seem far gone.  For others, there is a tag-team of haunting and taunting from guilt over past mistakes, unrelenting sickness, painful secrets undisclosed, and heart-felt desires that never seem to come true.  A cloud of heaviness and sorrow hovers, almost palpable.  Tragically, there are those who wearily release their grasp on any sense of hope, and death is chosen over even one more moment of hurting.  A sobering thought is that I can totally relate to both the jumper and the well-meaning friend in the joke.  (Minus the actual jumping, that is.)  I know what it’s like to feel truly overwhelmed by sorrow.  I know what it’s like to persist in prayers that are answered only with persistent silence.  I know what it’s like to be daily bombarded with facts that are completely contrary to my faith.  I know what it is like to feel that there is no hope. 

If I didn’t know better, I might say there comes a point when continuing to hold on to hope is foolish and cruel.  But I have learned a lesson through my suffering.  I have learned that this scripture I’ve heard quoted so often is really true:  “Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning” (Psalm 30:5b).  Lord knows I have become well acquainted with night weeping, the kind where I’ve had to sit up because my nose was too stopped up to breathe lying down!  But I have also become well acquainted with the joy of awakening to realize that I was stronger than the darkness tried to convince me.  I have learned that the duration and substance of one person’s “night” may be vastly different than that of another.  Yet I am convinced that there is sufficient grace for everyone who resolves to trust God until the morning.  Today I pray for those who are enduring a night season in their lives…those who are confused, broken, lonely, cast down, or in despair.  I also pray for their families, church members, friends, colleagues, or others who are assigned to encourage and support them.  I pray that hope and life will prevail in people’s hearts and minds, even through the night.  Dark and desperate circumstances often suggest that God is not faithful or that God is not at all, but I’m glad I know better.  I pray that others will know as well.                    

The Right Doors

This morning I am thinking about the time my niece had a bit of a mix-up while looking for my sister’s house.  In all fairness, some of the houses on my sister’s street look an awful lot alike.  When she and her husband first moved there, I admit that I got confused a few times.  Quite a few times.  The more I visited them, however, the easier it became.  I learned to look for distinctive features and characteristics of my sister’s house that the other houses didn’t have, such as my brother-in-law’s masterful landscaping.  I also learned to notice subtle differences about the other houses that let me know they weren’t my sister’s house, such as the design of walkways, porches, or windows.  Anyway, on that particular day, my sister called my niece and told her to come over.  She had something special she wanted to give my great-niece for her birthday.  So, my niece packed the kids in the car and headed over.  When they didn’t arrive within an expected time frame, my sister became concerned.  She looked out the window and was surprised to see my niece’s car parked in the driveway of a neighbor.  She was even more surprised to see my great-niece ringing the neighbor’s doorbell.  With a quick call to my niece’s cell phone, she was able to direct them to the right house.  Two things strike me about this.  The first thing is that, although my niece may have gotten mixed up, she was only there because she was seeking something that had been promised.  The second thing is, chances are slim to none that my niece would have received what my sister had promised at any of the neighbor’s houses, no matter how similar they looked.  This makes me reflect on my own experiences of parking in wrong driveways and knocking on wrong doors.  I’m not speaking of literal houses.  Rather, I am speaking of those persons, places and things to which I’ve mistakenly sought to gain access while acting in sincere faith, based on promises in God’s Word.  I have to say that those persons, places, and things really LOOKED right!  So, there I’d be just knocking away.  How thankful I am that, in faithfulness, God is always looking out for me!  He calls to me, in the depths of my spirit, at those times when I get lost.  I am grateful for how He lovingly directs me away from what seems right to what is right, so I can receive the special blessings He has prepared and intended just for me.  A lesson for me today is that, just as I did with my sister’s house, I can learn to discern the qualities and characteristics of God’s leading that are distinctive from everything else.  And the more time I invest in seeking Him, the better I am becoming at recognizing the right doors. 

Blessed to Receive

This morning I am thinking about the lesson my 14-month-old grandson taught me, with a show of compassion and a cookie.  When I gave him the cookie, he didn’t start to munch on it right away as he usually would.  Instead, he held the cookie in his hand and followed me into the living room.  When I sat down on the sofa, he stood in front of me and lifted his arms.  That’s his way of saying, “Pick me up.”  I scooped him up, of course, and sat him on my lap.  Then I settled back, holding him close.  I had a lot on my mind, much that needed to be sorted out.  I sought a temporary stay from having to deal with it by flipping on the television, but I couldn’t focus.  My heart was too heavy.  After a few minutes, I realized that my grandson was staring at me.  And he still had not taken a bite of the cookie.  “Are you going to eat your cookie?” I asked him.  His response was this:  With his little hand, he broke off a piece of the cookie and stuck it in my mouth!  It was so completely unexpected.  At first I just sat there, staring back at him.  He had a most peculiar expression on his face, a mix of concentration and concern, as if to say, “Well, go ahead and eat it.”  So, I did.  I made a big deal of it, too, saying, “Mmmmmm” as I chewed.  His sweet face relaxed into a beautiful grin.  Then he broke off another piece of cookie and fed it to me.  He fed me, piece by piece, until the cookie was all gone.  Not even one bite did he take for himself.  Later, during my quiet time, a precious and profound thought was impressed upon me:  “You have been saying and praying that you are ready to receive love, but you need to learn how.  The man God has prepared for you is a giver.  You need to learn how to receive.”  I guess that sounds simple enough, but for me it was really not that simple at all.  After some soul searching, I realized that when I give, I feel purposeful, strong, and empowered.  When it comes to receiving, on the other hand, I feel a sense of vulnerability, maybe even weakness.  It makes me question the giver’s motives and prompts me to immediately start trying to figure out how I can reciprocate.  What’s kind of sad is that I justified this way of thinking with the scripture, “It is more blessed to give than to receive.”  I must note that it clearly does not say, “It is only blessed to give.”  Honestly, it’s not that I was so devout anyway.  I was really just trying to protect my heart.  I had been blind to this, and I might have remained so were it not for the loving act of my grandson that night.  I am thankful for the lesson he introduced.  Moreover, I am thankful for the sweet practice assignments I have been given: 1) to demonstrate understanding that it is also blessed to receive and 2) to open my heart to being loved.                                

I Believe Him

This morning I am thinking about the day I learned I was pregnant with my daughter, Ari.  I had not been feeling well at all for a few days, so I’d gone to see my doctor.  Initially, I was diagnosed as having food poisoning…perhaps something I had eaten at a recent Fourth of July picnic.  As a precaution, however, he had me to provide samples for further testing.  I was given a prescription and sent home to get some sleep.  Within twenty-four hours, I received a phone call with startling news that definitely woke me up.  “The doctor wants you to stop taking that medication immediately,” the nurse said.  “You’re pregnant.”  If I thought I’d felt sick before, it was nothing compared to the punch in the gut I felt upon hearing those words.  I was living with my brother, Andy, at the time.  But he wasn’t at home when I got the call.  So, there I was… alone, stunned, shaking.  And I started to cry.  I thought back to the day a couple of months earlier, when my ex-boyfriend had come to town for my college graduation.  We were still friends, he’d said, and he wouldn’t have missed my graduation.  After making the rounds to a few post-graduation festivities, he drove me back to my brother’s house.  We sat in the car talking for a bit.  Then he said, “It’s still early.  You want to do something?”  “Sure,” I agreed. “Just let me change.”  I went into the house and re-emerged donned in some comfy jeans and a T-shirt, then off we went.  We ended up at the beach, and I suppose it goes without saying what the “something” was we ended up doing. 

Anyway, the first person I called was my mom.  I was sobbing as I relayed the news to her, and she came over right away.  She did her best to console me while the two of us waited for my brother to come home.  When he finally got there, I couldn’t bear to look at him.  I knew I deserved whatever wrath he might unleash, because it was my own deliberate choices that put me in the situation.  I was twenty-two years old, I had no job, I had no husband, and I had no idea what I would be like as a mother.  But if Andy felt anything other than love and compassion for me in that moment, he certainly didn’t show it.  He held me tightly as I cried.  He cried, too.   And he told me it was going to be alright.  I didn’t know how it would be alright.  Nevertheless, I believed him. 

Ari is now a beautiful, twenty-six year old woman.  I watched and listened yesterday as she and her husband interacted with each other and their two young sons.  My heart was filled with joy and gratitude to witness the tenderness, affection, laughter, and love.  I can see that it absolutely did turn out alright!  This encourages my heart today, for there are other times when I find myself broken and feeling lost, in the midst of circumstances which are a result of deliberate choices I’ve made.  At such times I struggle to pray, fearing that yet another failure must certainly exceed the limits of God’s grace.  I brace myself for some kind of divine smack upside the head, but instead I find His arms of love and compassion encompassing me.  He holds me tightly as I cry, and He tells me it’s going to be alright.  I don’t always see how it will be alright.  Nevertheless, I believe Him.  I know that in the very best of times and through the very worst of times, God has proven His faithfulness more often than I can even recall.  I believe His Word that all things (even the things that don’t look good or feel good) are working together for my good.  Yes, I believe Him.                         

             

As Far As I Know

This morning I am thinking about the wonderful time I had reading to some precious preschoolers last Monday.  While engaging in small talk with one class, a little girl shared with me that she was four years old.  Another child said, “I’m four, too!”  Then, almost in chorus, several others chimed in, “I’m four, too,” with some holding up four fingers to show me.  They eyed me curiously when I said, “Well, I’m not four.”  One brave soul asked, “How old are you?”  Just for fun, I answered her question with a question:  “How old do you think I am?”  I was charmed and amused when a few of them guessed that I was about five or six.  But, then, one brave little boy shouted out confidently, “You’re seventeen!”  I have to say, I got up from my chair and gave that child a high five.  Although he was off by a few decades, I got the idea that his sense of number may have been a bit more developed than the others.  He knew I had to be much older than five or six, and as far as he knew seventeen was a pretty big number!  I find it’s not so unusual for very young children to base such estimates on their egocentric frame of reference.  All they have to rely on, after all, is the benchmark of their limited experience.  What occurs to me is that I tend to do the same thing when it comes to my walk of faith.  Somewhat like the question I posed to that class of four-year-olds, there are questions presented to me by my great and awesome God when I pray:  “How mighty do you think I AM?  How much do you think I love you?  How far do you think I will go to prove that I AM faithful?”  Quite honestly, my answers are often based on my own limited frame of reference…that is, the things I’ve experienced in my life thus far.  With certain prayers and petitions I’ve made to God, I felt like I was stretching my faith, vision and imagination to the max.  As far as I know, those were some pretty bold requests!  But, I’m smiling right now as I imagine God giving me a high five and saying, “Nice try, but you are WAY off!”  I am filled with a sense of excitement and wonder as I perceive that the things He has purposed for me to be, to know, to have, and to do far exceed anything I have experienced yet.  So, my heartfelt prayer today is that my eyes will be opened.  As far as I know, I have been incredibly blessed, and I am truly thankful.  Still, I don’t have to be bound by the benchmark of my current experience.  By faith, I desire to see and embrace what lies beyond the pain, the disappointments, the doubts and, yes, even beyond the pleasures, the successes, and the joys I have known so far.  Beyond what I know or have ever imagined, even greater things await me.  I am ready to receive.