God’s Glorious Amazing Grace

What exactly is grace? Is it a fact to believe, an emotion to feel, or a truth to think? What does it look like in real life to receive grace from God? From people? What does it look like in real life to give grace to people? Can I give grace back to God?

               Is it giving God grace to realize He is a mystery to be explored and loved but not understood? So, I don’t judge God by thinking, questioning, or doubting what He’s doing. Is it grace to trust that God is doing what God does best – – Loving, Healing, Redeeming, etc. – – especially when it would seem that despite all my pleading prayers that nothing is changing, nothing is happening…

               How does God give me grace? Is it His gentleness and kindness as I stumble through life doing what I don’t want to do yet not doing what I want; and then wondering, “Ok God, what is going on?? Why is my life so messed up?” Is it grace for God to keep working in my life and heart? To keep convicting me to change to become more like Christ? Is it grace to give me the courage and strength to do hard things? To be brave and speak up for a weaker person?

               What does it look like for me to give grace to other people? Is it being curious about their actions, words, or choices rather than simply judging them and deciding they are messed up and just need to grow up? Is it being patient with them while they process what life has given them? Is it being kind and giving them an encouraging word or maybe even a word of caution?

               These questions and thoughts came tumbling out of my brain/mind as I was doing my homework for group one week on how I saw God’s grace in my life. I wrote out a good-sounding answer in my workbook but felt that I wanted to explore this further and just write…. I also did a bit of research and digging into the Bible…

                Easton’s Bible Dictionary defines grace as God’s favour, kindness, friendship. Webster’s 1828 Dictionary says grace is “the free unmerited love and favor of God, the spring and source of all the benefits men receive from Him. Also, “Favorable influence of God: divine influence or the influence of the Spirit in renewing the heart and restraining from sin.” I absolutely love those definitions of grace! Yes, Grace is a fact to believe, an emotion to feel, and a truth to stand on!! Grace is kindness, patience, and love in dealing with people, even my own heart. Grace is trusting that God is working even though it seems nothing is happening. And the only way we get this awesome, amazing grace is because of the work Jesus did on the cross because of His great love for humanity. Ephesians 2:8-9 says, “God saved you by his grace when you believed. And you can’t take credit for this; it is a gift from God. Salvation is not a reward for the good things we have done, so none of us can boast about it.” And 2 Timothy 1:9 says, “For God saved us and called us to live a holy life. He did this, not because we deserved it, but because that was his plan from before the beginning of time—to show us his grace through Christ Jesus.” Ephesians 2:4-5 says, “But God is so rich in mercy, and he loved us so much, that even though we were dead because of our sins, he gave us life when he raised Christ from the dead. (It is only by God’s grace that you have been saved!)” This is probably my favorite verse about grace: So, let us come boldly to the throne of our gracious God. There we will receive his mercy, and we will find grace to help us when we need it most. Hebrews 4:16 I can boldly come to my Papa God, and I will receive His mercy and will find the grace I need to live a holy, healthy life. Thank you, Jesus, Papa, and Holy Spirit for Your Kind Mercy, Your Amazing Grace, and Your Overwhelming Love… all I ever will be is because of Who and What YOU are…. may I be a fountain of Your Grace to first my own heart so I can be a fountain to the people I do life with. Give me wisdom, insight, and understanding to live and love well…

               Sometimes, those of us who have been believers for a long time can speak glibly about God, Who He is, and what He does for us. I want to encourage you, even challenge you, to stop and take some time to ponder – -God’s Glorious Amazing Grace and how it shows up in your life, and how do you show that blessed grace to the people in your world?

Happy 22nd Birthday, Jennie!

We have celebrated as many birthdays without you as we had with you.

Happy 11th Birthday!

There are just no words to explain the pain of celebrating my child’s birthday without her. I just have to trust, to believe in the mystery of the Goodness of Papa God that allowed His holy Sovereignty to override His Providential care that awful rainy icy night. Because if I don’t, my mind will swirl down into the crazy, the insanity of trying to understand, trying to come up with answers. So I will just curl up in Papa’s arms and trust that just as His love flows into my heart, that my love will flow back to you and in heaven you will know your mama still loves you. Still weeps that she can’t hug you. Still aches with pain and longing AND is eagerly waiting for the day we will be reunited.

October Days

“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” Anne of Green Gables

I mostly agree and love this sentiment of Octobers. The weather is often just a bit cool in the mornings making it perfect for those yummy tea lattes and wonderful pumpkin spice drinks. Then the afternoon sun is warm, and it is delightfully satisfying to hear the crunch of the leaves on a city ramble. Or to sit in the park and breathe in deeply the smell of cool breezes, leaves falling, and the blue sky with puffy white clouds. There is nothing quite like the smell of an awesome October afternoon. I want to put it in a candle for the hard days, so I can light the candle while wrapped in a cozy blanket being comforted that there is a time to honor the hard days. To remember that acknowledging the hard or painful moments is healthy.

               October is breast cancer awareness month; it is also the month that my mother passed away from breast cancer. This year it was 35 years since we said “goodbye” to her.

My attempt at watercolors.

I have been learning a lot these past few years about trauma, loss, and pain; and how it affects us mentally and physically. I used to think of trauma as being an event that happened to me. I have learned that trauma is what happens inside of us after a traumatic event happened. I have also learned that the care given at the time of the traumatic event or moments after the event has a big impact on how much or how deep the trauma goes. Another thing I learned is that trauma can actually rewire our brain, causing much difficulty in connecting with other people, especially if the traumatic event was perceived to have been caused by people. The thing is the trauma teaches our brains – I am not safe.

God created our brains to cause our bodies to react at a moment’s notice to keep us safe. When there is a physical threat to us, we react by fleeing, fighting, or freezing to get away from the danger. Our brain is doing what it was created to do. Our brain will also try to get us to react the same way if it is more of an emotional or mentally traumatic event. Our brain is trying very hard to keep us safe and no matter what the traumatic event we need help to talk about what happened. Also, if we are not cared for and given the opportunity to process the traumatic event, we can begin to believe all kinds of lies and wrong beliefs and react in unhealthy ways. Unprocessed trauma often ends up in an addiction of some kind. Addiction can wear many faces; it is not only drugs, alcohol, or sex. It can be food or games on our phones, pretty much anything to keep our hearts safe and locked up inside of us so we don’t get hurt again.

Amazingly, our brain can be rewired or renewed by what Dr. Caroline Leaf calls Brain Integrity. In my limited knowledge and understanding, it means allowing my words and actions to line up with my beliefs and feelings. Too often I say and do something different from what truly I’m feeling and believing and that creates a dissonance, a disconnection within me. The process of having Brain Integrity looks like taking time to gather the emotions that the amygdala is sending to the mind. While also reflecting on the motivation coming from the thalamus and hypothalamus and the existing memories that are coming from the memory networks. As all this is coming together in the brain, writing the thoughts, feelings, memories, and questions I am gathering and reflecting on is helpful. It is also helpful for me to ask myself, “What am I feeling and why?” “What is my heart believing in this moment?” “What is my reality?” “What truth from God’s Word could I live out with where I am?” As I am aligning my words, actions, beliefs, and feelings it creates a connected-ness instead of the dissonance inside of me, in my brain, mind, and heart. Scripture tells us that “the truth will set you free.” And to “let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think.” Also “You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in you, all whose thoughts are fixed on you!” As I talk with God and a couple of safe people about the after-effects of the trauma I’ve experienced over the years, I am becoming more aware of how centered and connected I feel inside instead of chaos and crazy feelings. It is a freeing, calming, and peaceful feeling. I’m so thankful for these new dance steps that my Papa God is teaching me and walking me through them. My heart is often overwhelmed as I experience His tender loving care while working through the trauma I have experienced.

10 Years…

…have come and gone since we laid to rest our beautiful daughter in the cold dark ground. I have probably cried every one of the 3,650 days since then- in my heart if not outwardly.

I still can’t make sense of why it had to happen. I still feel “in the dark” yet I know Papa is there holding me, hearing every question my heart does not have words for. I am so grateful for my encounter with God in the hospital because frankly, I have no idea how I would have the courage or strength to keep walking through this journey of grief and loss.

I struggle with how the sovereignty of God fits with His providence. Was His providence (His divine care and guidance) overpowered by His sovereignty (His divine power or authority) that cold dark night?? How do I make sense of an all loving AND all powerful God allowing my one child dying and my other child permanently disabled that awful night ten years ago? I think I have become okay with the fact that some things do not and will not make sense or be understood in this world.  I keep hearing my son tell me something he learned at SMBI – “All that God is, All of God is.” – meaning that His Sovereignty is also His Providence and His Providence is also His Sovereignty, His love is just, His justice is love…It is that awesome, wonderful mystery that I will never begin to unravel and understand. I have become okay with my mysterious God because if I understood God, He would not be God. Thank you, Papa God, for being so good, kind, and loving, for dancing in this storm with me. Thank you for the glimpses of sunshine and rainbows too.

Jennie Lynn

In Loving Memory…

What can I say? There really are no words to ease the ache of missing you, of longing to be with you again, to hear your girlish giggle- but maybe you’re a young lady now and I missed watching you grow up? The pain of separation is still just as painful as the first day and I’m still choosing to trust that Papa will somehow make up the time we missed spending with you. I’m choosing to dance with Papa while the tears stream down my face. I will always miss you because I will always love you.

Your presence we miss, Your memory we treasure,
Loving you always, Forgetting you never,

Mom and Dad, JoAnn, Justin & Stephanie and Felicity, Jana, Jodi & Janessa

Wrestling with God

I touched on this briefly in my last post. I want to explore it more—Why is wrestling with God a good idea? What does it mean or look like to wrestle with God? How might wrestling with God show me better who God is? What might wrestling with God teach me about me? I believe for my health, spiritually and emotionally, as I journey through the wilderness, the desert, or the valley; part of being healthy and growing is wrestling with God.

There are several Biblical examples of people who wrestled with God. The most well-known is Jacob in Genesis 32:22-32. I am not so sure that it’s important to figure out exactly who Jacob wrestled with, God or the Angel of the Lord, and maybe They are the same Person. I believe the important part is that Jacob wrestled and that he held on until he received a blessing and a new name. What blessing or new name might I receive if I keep wrestling with God through the hard, the painful?

Abraham in Genesis 18:16-33 kept asking God to keep saving Sodom if there were fewer and fewer righteous people. God had started with saving fifty people and Abraham kept asking God to save fewer people till he got the number down to ten. Abraham was essentially arguing or begging God to change His mind. God shows himself to be compassionate and gracious and slow to anger. I, like Abraham, can keep pleading, begging with God for things I or someone I love desires or longs for. Who do I need to intercede with God for?

Matthew 15:21-28 tells us about a Gentile woman who kept bothering Jesus and His disciples. She kept asking for help, for healing for her daughter. Jesus blesses her for her faith. So maybe wrestling with God is a sign of faith? Or at least continuing to ask for what I want realizing that what I have is not exactly what I wanted.

Luke 22:42-44 tells us how Jesus wrestled with God. “Please take this cup of suffering away.” An angel appeared and strengthened Jesus, but He prayed again and more fervently… that sounds like wrestling to me, and in the end, Jesus submitted to the plan that would save all those who will believe Him. To Whom or what do I need to surrender in my life?

I believe in my wrestling with God, I learn to know God deeper, in a more intimate way. When I watched my brothers wrestle as children, they got in each other’s personal space, right in their faces. They got very close to each other when they were wrestling- arm in arm, rolling around on the floor or ground, arms and legs going all over the place. Even their voices got involved- yelling, grunting. Similarly, when I wrestle with God, I turn to Him and tell Him (okay, honestly, I cry and yell sometimes) all about how wrong and unjust the loss, the hurt, the hard, and the pain has been. I want Him to stop it, to fix it, to JUST DO something with it. What if part of the gift is that in the wrestling, I am very close to God? It takes courage to be that honest and real with Someone, especially the Maker of me. I think it’s the authenticity and vulnerability of bringing my fears, anxieties, loss, and pain that touches the heart of my Papa God and He reveals Himself to those whose hearts are opened in the wrestle. And as a follower of Jesus, I want to do as He did, surrender to my Wise, Good Father who ultimately causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to His purpose for them.

Surviving or Thriving

Not to be cynical or arrogant sounding and not to evoke pity either, but I have survived a lot of horrible stuff- sexual abuse, a husband’s infidelity, bankruptcy and foreclosure, church divisions, a horrific accident that took the life of one of my children and permanently disabled another and left me with life-long pain and after-effects, both my parents have died. Yet as I have pondered and processed over the years all the bad stuff that happened to me, I learned a lot about God- who He is and what He isn’t, and I realized I wanted to do more than survive or merely exist after the bad stuff happened and the reality is- bad stuff will keep happening. After all, I’m living in a broken messed-up world, one I was not created for. But surely there is more to life than mere existence after all Jesus said, “I came so that they would have life, and have it abundantly.” Abundant life- that sounds more like thriving than surviving.
What does thriving look like and could it look different to God than to me? I wonder if thriving is more about seeking The Healer rather than the healing. Honestly, if I compare my ‘before accident me’ to the ‘after accident me’; there are parts of me that are merely existing and yet there are also parts of me that are thriving. I would love to have a few more of my parts healed so I wouldn’t have to be in pain every day and I think I truly believe that God would be capable of miraculously healing those parts of me yet; but what if in His mind and heart, He says I’m thriving because I depend so strongly on Him to get through each day.
What if thriving is willing to be vulnerable, to tell my story? It’s when our hearts connect that they can grow and thrive. I can’t shut down my heart and still have the passion to live, to thrive. I can’t have intimacy without vulnerability, yet being vulnerable is so scary. What if I’m rejected because of what I reveal? Because of what I honestly admit to struggling with? I wonder if thriving is acknowledging the shame I feel but bringing truth to that shame and choosing to live out the truth, God’s Truth rather than to live out the shame. I wonder if thriving looks like a willingness to wrestle with God about my situation, asking those hard questions, yet not letting the situation control me, instead choosing to trust that God is working, that God is restoring, that God is redeeming, that God is healing.
When the Amalekites attacked Ziklag, destroyed it, and took David’s and his men’s wives; then when the men saw the ruins and realized what happened to their families 1 Samuel 30:4 says, “they wept until they could weep no more.” Then verse 6 says, “But David found strength in the Lord his God.” I wonder if there isn’t a connection there between weeping and being strengthened. David and his men were filled with anger, pain, and grief over the tragedy they found when they got to their town. I believe David’s ability to wail and weep opened his heart to be able to receive strength from God when his men were about to turn on him. I know from my experience that when I have wept till I could weep no longer that God miraculously filled me with His comfort and peace. When I choose to rest in God’s amazingly gentle strong arms, that is when the abundant life happens; it comes from experiencing God, having an intimate relationship with Him, and being willing to choose to dance different, even difficult dance steps, trusting, believing that Papa God is leading me in the dance and making beauty out of ashes.