To listen-we have to be silent. These past weeks have so challenged my heart. Not a day has gone by that I haven't broken down and cried...not only because the weight of this situation is so heavy...and continues to get heavier...but because of a crisis of unbelief. Having faith and trusting are two different things, and I am realizing more and more that faith is the easier one. I can believe God can, it is believing God will that escapes me, because I just don't know that He will. I read and listen to His word, the truth that is there, the life principles that fill the pages, and KNOW He is true and His Word is true, but people...still have a free will, and they are still born into sin, and they still do what they want more times than not.
Nothing hurts like a disobedient child...doesn't even have to be the big offenses that are a crushing blow. Sometimes I sit back and kind of take in the situation, listen to what is being said, the world's perspective and its infiltration into our very thinking, and consider: Not so bad. My kids aren't doing drugs, running around all hours of the night, engaged in premarital sex, or whatever else the heart can imagine. They all graduated highschool with good gpa's and had or have college opportunities. Daniel is finishing up his bachelors, on scholarships, Katherine starts school this fall, on scholarship. My boys are married and self supporting. They are hard workers, you know, generally good people. All is well...but isn't that a world's take on successful parenting? Their outside successes matter little compared to what is going on in their hearts. What they can accomplish on their own has little merit if God is not in it. My goal wasn't to raise kids-it was to raise Christian adults-people who would give their hearts and lives over to the Lord. I read an article recently about a parent who believed that her kids would grow up and have her same values, only to find that isn't necessarily true...and...me too.
My devotional book,
Lord, I Need Grace to Make it Today, begins with a lesson on sin. She says, "Walking your own way, doing your own thing, being your own god is the root of all sin...If you choose to be your own god, you make the choices, you run the show, you call the shots, you are the boss, you are lord or master! And you choose to live in ways which please yourself (Arthur 13). Yep...the root problem...choosing to live my life in the way that pleases me...and it isn't just my problem..it is THE problem. It is where all my life conflicts begin-a heart of selfishness-mine or someone elses. As long as everyone is getting what they want-it is all good. It is when someone doesn't get what they want that the problem arises.
Being a parent is the hardest thing I have ever done. It is the most painful. It is the most discouraging. It is the greatest faith trial. It is also the greatest analogy of God my Father's love for me. I understand deeper His sacrifice, His commitment, His great desire for my good, and His great pain at my disobedience all because I have children. My heart hurts deeper at my own disobedience to Him, at my own lack of trust in Him, and for my own stubborn self will. An understanding I come to daily because my children have reacted to our love in the same ways. They think they have a right to make choices, they have the right to live their life their way, our boundaries are too confining, too controlling...after all, we can't live our life through them...but isn't that exactly what God wants to do in my life-live through me?! Aren't His boundaries, His control, His will for my life, His working in my life all to fulfill His purpose? Isn't He trying to protect me from myself? Doesn't He want the absolute best for me because His love is so boundless?
Wow, God...even at this very moment..as I sit and ponder who He is in the midst of this chaos, the phone rings. We have so little help, so little concern, no one from our church family has been here. They stop us at church, ask, yet...one more time, "Is your house back together yet?" Uh...NO!!! This past weekend, three months later, our pastor asked Steve to give testimony about the flood...so he does...people were coming up to me after with comments like, "I didn't know your house flooded." Reallllllllllllly....it isn't a secret!...and then there is Shawna, and there is Toni. They have been my angels. Toni, with all her chaos, her battles with Edith, no time to take care of her own family, no rest for herself, her constant pain, and she calls. She calls to tell me that Edith is a little better and she wants to do something for me. She is going to make me dinner. So..I cry again...
This week one of our Barksdale B-52's went down over Guam. Our guys lost their lives. There have been memorials for them; it has been about a week now, and everyone will go back to their lives, except those families, those moms, those kids...that is how it is with a death...that is how this flood experience has felt....a death..we got calls the first few days...but no one came...and then everyone goes on with their lives, but we don't...ours has come to a stop, no not a stop, our life has turned into a perpetual day into night into day into night and again and again.
It really isn't about the house...it is about what I expected Christianity to be....my disillusionment at life in general...my inability to get my footing...and my confidence. I am trying to listen...trying to be what God wants...trying to serve...trying not to let this situation so control my life that it becomes my god. I am trying to do what is right.
Active listening-what is it? It is separating background noise and focusing on the speaker. There is an awful lot of noise in my life, and I have always had trouble figuring out who is speaking? Is God directing me, is it me trying to be the master of my own life, is it other people trying to impose their will on me? I am going to be silent; instead of talking, listen.
Lord, help me separate from the noise in my life, and distinguish your will for me, your voice, your call, a part from every other voice that threatens to control my life.