Friday, May 1, 2009

Coffee with God

So, as you can tell from my previous post, I’ve been facing a particularly difficult time in my spiritual walk lately. That’s not really changed. But I decided yesterday afternoon, (after ripping my son’s head off because he asked me how I was and the look on his face afterward could have broken a statue’s heart) that something needed to give.

So, I went to our local coffee shop drive through and decided to take my pastor’s advice and “Have a coffee with God”. Now came the question, where could I go that I could be alone with God, free from “worldly distractions”. Answer: My daughter’s grave. It’s a small grave yard by most standards, but it’s also a very beautiful, quiet place in the midst of a chaotic world. Also, the dead don’t normally interrupt or listen in ;). Now I’m not a nature nut per se. Insects drive me crazy and there isn’t any tv, but I love wildlife.

I pulled up in my noisy car, parked and grabbed my coat and coffee. I spread out my coat on the ground and dropped myself down. I began to pray. I prayed to God and poured my heart out all over the place. As the tears flowed, I lifted my head and there, staring at me not 100 yards away, was the most beautiful herd of deer I’ve ever seen (Ok, so they were normal dear, but in the moment, they were beautiful).

“As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.” Psalm 42:1

Habakkuk 3:19 The Sovereign LORD is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to go on the heights.

These are not passages I knew before today, but I felt, as I sat and cried and bared my soul to my God that he was telling me something and I needed to know it. I needed to know that he will help me to move through this. Not past it, not around it, but through it.

I think the reason I felt the deer were so important was because they were quite obviously there when I drove up as it was only 5 minutes or so before I noticed them. Now deer are flighty creatures by nature, they do become somewhat tame, but loud unfamiliar noises do scare them off.. and my car is broken and LOUD LOL. Hence, God isn’t scared off by my brokenness and “loud noises”

The second thing is, as I prayed and watched the deer I realized something about God that I had forgotten. The deer, being the flighty creatures they are, are always watching. They were always watching me, even when they moved behind some trees for a bit and I couldn’t see them, I know they were watching me. Lesson for me? God is always watching me, He’s always there. Even when I don’t see him, He sees me. Even when I think He’s gone, He is just in the trees (and the trees I imagine are the struggles we all face that take our eyes off him. Deep huh? LOL) but He’s never taken His eyes off of me.

As for the passages, they were something I searched out when I got home. But I have no doubt that I searched them because God gave me those deer.

The struggle that I'm facning is going to be a long, tough road with many doubts and tears and fears I'm sure, but, after my coffee with God I now know: “The Sovereign LORD is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to go on the heights.”

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Tired of smiling.

Smiling. Everyone expects you to smile. Especially when you are a Christian. Well I don't want to smile anymore. Life is crappy. I'm positive that God, if he's paying attention to me at all, is determined to plow me under! Some may say this is blasphemy, so be it. Life is crappy. I'm tired of platitudes. I'm tired of "Everyone struggles with "this" sin or "that" sin. I'm NOT everyone. I'm angry, hurt, ticked off, mortally embarrassed, and thoroughly disgusted with myself. Again with the platitudes: "Forgive yourself and move forward". Easy right? NOT! You don't know, you just don't know. I can't forgive myself, how on earth do I expect God to forgive me? More platitudes: "God is greater, he forgives everything" Really? I think God sees ME.. the real me.. the me YOU don't see, and I think he's just as disgusted with me as I am. But really, who could blame him? And still more platitudes, I can hear them from here: "God made you, He loves you" Ok.. so let me see if I have this right.. God made a disgusting, sin filled, dysfunctional human like me and he loves that? But what about the "God hates sin" part? Or does that only apply to others?

Do I believe in God? Yes. Do I want God's forgiveness? Yes. Will I get it? Doubtful.

You may think
I’m just fine
How could anything
Ever be out of line?

I take my time
To set the stage
To make sure everything
Is all in place

Even though I’ve got the lines rehearsed
A picture only paints a thousand words

Things aren’t always what they seem
You’re only seeing part of me
There’s more than you could ever know
Behind the scenes
I’m incomplete and I’m undone
But I suppose like everyone
There’s so much more that’s going on
Behind the scenes

Sometimes I can’t see
Through the dark
Surrounding me
And at times I’m unsure
About the ground
Beneath my feet
If it’s safe and sound

When it’s hard to find hope in the unseen
I have peace in knowing it will find me


You may think I’m just fine
How could anything ever be out of line?

Francesca Battistelli - from the album My Paper Heart

Friday, February 13, 2009

What I want to do and why I'm not doing it.

I feel the Lord has been speaking to my heart a great deal over the past couple of years. But I've not listened. I've not even started to listen.

You see, 10 years ago this upcoming Feb. 20th, 2009, my daughter Morgan passed away suddenly. No amount of faith (which I was low on to begin with) can prepare you for that kind of pain. So what has the Lord been asking me to do that I've been avoiding?

He's been telling me that this tragedy can be a blessing to others. I believe ( and maybe I'm out of my mind) but I believe that the Lord wants me to share my story. The story of her passing and how my lack of faith then lead me to the great faith I have now. I believe he wants me to share it in a very public forum which means I would obviously have to sit and write about it ( I don't believe one can just get up and wing this sort of thing successfully). But I've not done so. I've not written one word. Am I being defiant of the Lord? Most definitely. But I just can not seem to find the time or the words or the strength to do so.

I really want to do this. I do. But.. I haven't. And it brings me great sadness that for some reason I can not do what the Lord is asking of me. Still, I manage to come up with excuse after excuse as to why I can't do this or why I'll "do it later".

Excuse #1: Nobody really wants to hear my story.

Excuse #2: What makes me think I'm important enough to spread His message?

Excuse #3: I just don't have time to sit down for extended periods to write.

Excuse #4: (and probably the biggest excuse) I don't want to face that pain again in such an intimate way.

But what would I do if God always had an excuse for me?

Possible excuse #1: I'm sorry I just don't have the time for you right now.

Possible excuse #2: I'm sorry but if you can't do "A" then I can't do "B"

Possible excuse #3: You are not important enough.

Thankfully, I will never have to hear those excuses from my God.
Thankfully, even though I've been disobedient ( in many, many ways) God will never be too busy or incapable.
And thankfully, God will NEVER think I'm not important.


As For Me And My House We Will Serve the Lord

Joshua 24:15

And if..

"... God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son..."

John 3:16

Then surely, I can find the time, face the pain and do what is asked of me.

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me."

Philippians 4:13

Monday, January 5, 2009


Faith. Faith. Faith.

Many of us know what "Faith" is, but how many of us have Faith? I thought I did, until yesterday morning when I realized, I had very little faith.

These verses aren’t ones I set out to read, it was part of yesterday’s sermon, but oh my goodness it was just what I needed.

We had a guest pastor yesterday and the sermon was about Faith. Until yesterday, I thought I had faith.. but like the V8 commercials where people smack others on the forehead because they didn’t eat their vegetables, God smacked me forcefully and squarely on the forehead!

Genesis 22:3 (New International Version) 3 Early the next morning Abraham got up and saddled his donkey. He took with him two of his servants and his son Isaac. When he had cut enough wood for the burnt offering, he set out for the place God had told him about.

Genesis 22:9 (New International Version) 9 When they reached the place God had told him about, Abraham built an altar there and arranged the wood on it. He bound his son Isaac and laid him on the altar, on top of the wood.

Abraham, who KNEW he was going to do the most difficult and unthinkable thing any parent could do, actually GOT UP EARLY (I probably would have hit the snooze button) and took his son, “whom he loved” to the mountain to sacrifice him! Parents out there, think about this.. . Abraham was going to KILL his son because God made him promises. At that very instant I knew I didn’t have faith. Faith for me was a “head” thing. Now, it’s a heart thing!

So many times, mostly when things were going wrong, I would stress out, pray frantically saying “Please God Please God Please God” and the like.. but I wasn’t faithful.. I was fearful. If I WAS faithful, I would most assuredly pray, but the tone, the feel, the whole process would be different.

Today, I feel different. Safe. Secure. Actually Peaceful. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt peace before but I do now. The fear is gone.

Will it be a daily struggle.. absolutely, I have no doubt, but I also have no doubt now, that those two verses will forever be a reminder to me that Faith is attainable and something I will strive for minute by minute, day by day. Forever