Monday, December 09, 2013

Peace

You might have gathered from the bloggy silence last week that it was not the best of weeks for me. There wasn't anything that was necessarily worse last week than in previous weeks, it just felt that way. I had felt as though I had lost hope; that nothing was every going to change or get better. I had no peace.

You know, we Christians are great about encouraging people to say yes to God, to be willing to do the apparently crazy things He asks of us. The act of obedience is lauded and truthfully, while scary, feels good. Because you feel as though you are making a difference, you are living out what you say you believe, you are being radical. What we are not so good at doing is talking about what comes next. This voluntary change of lifestyle is not a one-time thing... it's permanent. The choices we make are the ones we have to live with, and we are not so good at reminding people that it won't always feel as cool as it did initially.

What we don't talk about is when it feels wrong to have said yes. This is what I was dealing with all last week. I was overwhelmed with the desire to turn back the clock and make my life easy again. Sure, it would have been less meaningful, but at that moment, I was OK with shallow. I yearned for it, actually. I was tired. Tired of working so hard. Tired of being different. Tired of constrained finances. Tired. Tired. Tired.

Looking back, though, what I was most tired of was feeling fearful of what the future held. I had lost all sense of peace about decisions we had already made. It was not a coincidence that our pastor preached on this verse yesterday in church:

"You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts in you." (Isaiah 26:3, yes, Isaiah again)

While I had been feeling better before church yesterday, this clarified a lot of things for me. I had no peace because for a brief moment, I had lost trust that God knew what He was doing. I was at sea without an anchor and really felt as though all was lost. Because, truly, parenting the children we do is too hard without hope in the future and trust that God will make it all turn out right in end.

In a way, though, this week of feeling as though there was no one in charge, that everything was arbitrary and pretty scary, was a gift. It was a pretty miserable place to be and my view of reality was pretty skewed. I was not at the top of my form and was not an entirely pleasant person to be with. So why was it a gift? Because it gave me new insight and new compassion for my child who lives in this state somewhat perpetually. Last week, it didn't really matter what other people said to me, it was very difficult to break out of my mindset that things were bad. It teaches me that even though I have told my son the truth about life over and over, if he is in a similar state, my words cannot touch him. I must continue to show him my love with my actions and pray unceasingly for God's peace to touch the wounded parts of his soul.

It is our job as parents to slowly, slowly teach our son to trust. We are God's representatives to our son most days and trust comes before peace. It may not always be easy, but God does not waste anything. When I remember where I put my trust, I can do the hard work that God has called me to. Meaningful work.
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On a completely different note, if you want more pictures and story about M.'s giant puppet, go take a look at her Tumblr page, Shiny Objects.

3 comments:

Carla said...

I, too, was touched by the sermon I heard yesterday. He has been preaching a series on suffering and it has hit home - HARD! We are facing our 3rd miscarriage in the last 14 months and I needed the reminder to trust that God makes right decisions - He never makes wrong ones. That, and a lot of other things in the sermon helped so much with my perspective in the midst of this storm.

God bless!

Shecki Grtlyblesd said...

Walking out the aftermath of adoption can be SO HARD.

Janet and Kevin said...

God knows who needs to hear the words you posted because I just read them, and they spoke volumes to me. I have been really struggling these past few weeks, months with grief at my mom's disease and passing, struggling to sell her home, wondering how we are to pay for our very soon upcoming adoption (knowing that God is in control and He does have a plan even though we cannot see it), wondering if we really heard God right along, wondering how to help my children in their needs when I don't even feel like I can put one foot in front of the other recently, etc., etc. . . and knowing that I haven't been at all nice to be with these past few days, weeks, etc.

Wow! I just got out of bed to change something on our small business on my computer and decided to click onto your post. Thank you for sharing because I was lying awake wondering if anyone else felt the way I do right now. I love my family. I know we heard God right. But right now it feels all wrong. Knowing God is never wrong. Knowing I need to trust Him more.

Thanking God that you had the courage to post what I (and probably a lot of other people) are feeling at times. Stepping out of the boat and trusting Him can be such a scary experience. But like you stated, that is only the beginning. Living that changed life and all that comes with it can be just as challenging. Hanging on to our Lord.

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