I pray everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving! I was abundantly blessed as I spent time with my family, especially my daughter Shanna from Arizona.
I missed blogging the past few weeks because there has been so much going on. Although Mom is back home, she now has CHF, and is requiring a great deal of care. So now here I am again in a season I never expected. Within days, I went from changing diapers in Maryland to depends in Texas—from cleaning up toys to cleaning out closets—from waking up throughout the night with crying babies—to waking up throughout the night to administer care and meds to aging parents.
I know I am where I am supposed to be; I just don’t know how long I will be here. I also know that I am daily learning to “die” more and “Do unto others” as God is continuing to grow my character—which is far more lacking than I realized.
A couple of months ago, when I was taking a walk in Maryland, the Lord told me to get off the path and head in a different direction. He then spoke to my heart that He was going to take me off the “beaten path”—so far off, I wouldn’t understand. As I walked on, I came up to a sign saying “bumps in road ahead.” The Lord told me that I was going to be hitting some bumps. Before I completed my walk I was also led to pray in front of both yield and stop signs. As I lingered at each sign the Lord deposited promises and warnings into my Spirit, and when I returned to the house I knew I would be in Corpus Christi for the Holidays helping my parents. I just had no idea what the season would look like—-I couldn’t have had an idea!
So now as I face the reality of nothing being as I expected, I have to keep in mind that everything is as God knew it would be. As I hold Momma in my arms, I am still holding the promise of going to the nations in my heart. As I help Momma walk, I am learning to walk in a foreign land—the land of caring for aging parents, and my special needs sister. As I am reorganizing the house, God is reorganizing my priorities. In the process I am asking Him to show me when to walk, to yield and to stop, and for the shocks (grace) to go over the bumps.
Once again, as my heart—and often my patience is being tested, I am being reminded that God is more concerned with our character than our calling. And that His loving faithfulness will sometimes take us off the beaten path—even into the wilderness for a season in order to accomplish a deeper work in our hearts, and cultivate the fruits of the Spirit in our lives. So while my flesh is crying out, “I can’t do this! And sometimes even “Get me out of here!” My spirit is crying out, “Jesus, make me more like you!”—-which means, as Pastor said on Sunday, “standing, stooping, stripping, and serving.”
Lord, help me to stand for you and humble myself. Continue to strip me from what hinders me and empty me of myself. Gird me with Your strength and Help me to serve with a willing heart. Teach me to love by filling me with more of you!
“The evening meal was in progress, and the devil had already prompted Judas, the son of Simon Iscariot, to betray Jesus. 3 Jesus knew that the Father had put all things under his power, and that he had come from God and was returning to God; 4 so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist. 5 After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him” John 13:2-5 (NIV).