Showing posts with label Jeremiah 17. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jeremiah 17. Show all posts

March 28, 2018


How Deep Is Your Faith?

But blessed is the one who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence is in him. They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit. – Jeremiah 17:7-8

For every nonbeliever who gets cancer, God allows a believer to get cancer too so that the world can see the difference. I read that recently and it really made me pause and think for a moment. Does our faith truly make us different or does calamity sink us in its stormy seas?

There’s one thing certain about this life: There are peaks and valleys, good times and bad. That’s the ebb and flow of it. We aren’t created to live always on the mountain top. Indeed, it is in the valley where we learn the most about God and about ourselves.

A dear friend is battling cancer right now. She’s completed chemo and surgery and has just started radiation. She did everything right. She always got checkups when she was supposed to. She was vigilant. Cancer didn’t care.

Her faith is strong, probably stronger now than ever before. She’s been a believer for longer than she can remember. But she’d lost that fire inside. Do you know what I mean? She wasn’t hungry anymore for God’s word. It was just too easy to sleep late, to fill her moments with life and laughter. Until one day it all came crashing down in a diagnosis no one was expecting.

God holds us up in times like that. He’s the first One we cry out to when we realize the storm could be the end. And He’s always there. He never has something better to do, never leaves us to face the crisis alone, never demands that we right our lives before He’ll help us. There’s a lesson there for all of us.

This sweet woman has mostly been a pillar of strength. In those moments when life has seemed so fragile and the fight so long, God has sent friends to strengthen her for the journey. Fear is a horrendous companion. Scars remind us of the battle that has changed us forever. The pain seems never-ending. His love remains.

God never said we wouldn’t have trials. In fact, Jesus told us to expect them. So why are we so surprised when the storm hits?

I have reached the age when Bible verse memorization is labored and hard. Yet, I know it is necessary. Because when the pain threatens to overwhelm a shattered heart, it’s the words of God that sooth. The time to grow our roots, to water our souls with prayer and study, is while we are on the mountain top. It’s when our souls are flourishing and our days are filled with light that our roots grow deep into the soil.

Darkness has a way of coming when we least expect it. It’s imperative to have deep roots before it hits. How we weather the season of dismay is directly tied to how we have prepared for the storm. Don’t wait until the storm hits to plant roots deep enough to stand firm.

Friday, October 29, 2010

God Knows

"But blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD, whose confidence in him." -- Jeremiah 17:7

Life can go from just rolling along to out of control in the time it takes to snap your fingers. It doesn't even have to be the result of something catastrophic, like a car accident or a heart attack. Sometimes it's just the gradual acknowledgment that things are changing and will never be like they were before.

I know someone out there is now reminding me that change can be a good thing. Yes, it can. It also can be a sad thing. Watching your parents grow more frail and lose vital parts of themselves is tough. I realize it's the natural progression of life. I also know I'm fortunate to have them with me (or me with them, since it's their house). I know they're actually in fairly good health for their ages. I also know that, too, is changing.

I'm fortunate that I've been able to share stories and information with friends. So many people around me are facing the same challenges. How do you increasingly become the caregiver to fiercely independent people who really do need help? How do you coax stubborn adults into seeing doctors or making lifestyle changes? It sometimes seems that they believe by ignoring what is happening, they can pretend it isn't.

I can relate to that. I don't feel my age. In my mind I am still around 30, with my entire life waiting to be lived. My reality -- when I face it -- is a road I never imagined and a body that is way slower than I ever thought possible. I, too, pretend it isn't so. But it is. So I understand denying reality. At least I do until that denial starts to make a situation worse.

One friend has a mother whose mind is slowly drifting away. Her mother doesn't realize what's happening and blames those around her. Another friend is helping her parent cope with the loss of both eyesight and mobility. Handing over car keys is agonizing, even when everyone knows it's for the best. Another man worries that his mother's health issues cause severe depression. He tries to lift her up emotionally when she becomes so upset with the limitations that come with age.

I could go on and on. I have no idea where this path will go. Just when I think I'm prepared for anything, something hits from out of nowhere. A new issue, a new challenge, a different direction for the worry I can't seem to prevent. I am so thankful, so grateful, that God is with me on this journey. Even though I don't know where I'm headed, He does. He knows how to navigate the challenges and the joys of this path. I trust Him to see me through.