What I know to be true

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Given current world events, last week’s post presented quite a dilemma (which is why this post took longer than I would have liked). Right now, across the ocean, mommies are sobbing over the horrible deaths of their babies. Wives are witnessing the barbaric deaths of their husbands and they continue to face unbelievable terror and abuse. Families are living with incoming missiles as a part of their daily life. Even trying to watch the nightly news shows violent crimes in my own country and city that are happening way too close to my address.

In the meantime, life seems to go on with the mundane in contrast to these unimaginable situations. How can I write about longing for beautiful fall foliage, white fluffy clouds, or what’s for dinner when my heart is in such turmoil? Okay, so maybe I would not have written about those specific topics. However, could I really write about “normal” thoughts and offer any encouragement?

In the process of preparing this post, God gently rebuked me. I needed to take my mind off of the circumstances and focus on what I know to be true. I don’t have to come up with the right words or answers to life’s problems. I just have to remember where to turn.

My soul melts from heaviness; Strengthen me according to Your word.  Psalm 119:28

Despite the dark and sinister crimes described on the nightly news, God has not departed.

Where can I go from Your Spirit? Or where can I flee from Your presence? If I ascend into heaven, You are there; … Psalm 139:7-8

No matter how horrific the actions of others, God is still in control.

He rules by His power forever; His eyes observe the nations; Do not let the rebellious exalt themselves. Selah  Psalm 66:7

In the day when I cried out, You answered me, And made me bold with strength in my soul.  Psalm 138:3

Regardless of the fear that the world has turned upside down and life is hopeless, God’s word offers hope.

I wait for the LORD, my soul waits, And in His word I do hope.  Psalm 130:5

Be of good courage, And He shall strengthen your heart, All you who hope in the LORD.  Psalm 31:24

Even though some want to rewrite history and thumb their noses at any and all truths, God’s word remains true.

For the LORD is good; His mercy is everlasting, And His truth endures to all generations.  Psalm 100:5

In spite of those who try to distort archaeological and scientific facts, God’s word tells us the truth.

The heavens are Yours, the earth also is Yours; The world and all its fullness, You have founded them.  Psalm 89:11

Taking comfort in God’s word and remembering what I know to be true…

…I will remember the works of the LORD; Surely I will remember Your wonders of old. I will also meditate on all Your work, And talk of Your deeds…  Psalm 77:11-12

He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him I will trust.”  Psalm 91:1-2

 

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Special Reminder

This piece was written when our children were very young and posted in an e-zine no longer published. Those early stay-at-home mom years were sweet and tender. But, quite honestly, they were also full of hard work and sometimes, utter exhaustion. God always sent whatever was needed at just the right time. Be it a friend offering to help fold laundry, a family member surprising us with a cooked meal, or a kind word of encouragement from a dear sister in Christ. I pray I never forget those precious years nor the angels of mercy sent my way.

SPECIAL REMINDER

It has been one of those days that young mothers have so often. The laundry is piled high and I fear one of the babies may crawl into a pile and disappear. The unwashed dishes are stacked haphazardly. I just know that the little one, trying to help, will soon send dishes crashing to the floor.

I walk from room to room, seeing many household tasks before me. From morning to night, my feet tread the same path. At the end of the day, I often feel as if no progress has been made.

As I open the refrigerator to fill drink cups yet again, my eyes stray to a familiar newspaper clipping amidst the colorful magnets plastered all over the door. The poem’s author is unknown and I’ve read it many times before. But for some reason, today the poignant words strike a chord.

I read of a mother’s tender reflections on hands once too busy to play, now hauntingly still. My eyes fill with tears and I release a heavy sigh. It was exactly what my weary soul needed to hear on this difficult day.

Often my own hands are busy when my children ask me to play. My days are spent cleaning our home and caring for my babies. But in the busyness of daily chores, a very important part often gets left out. I rarely set aside time to just play with my little ones.

It was no accident that poem caught my eye today. God, in His gracious mercy, had answered my earlier request for encouragement.

I realize that as my children get older, they will not want to play games, find hidden treasures, or chase butterflies. Time flies and they will be grown with families of their own someday.

Much too soon, my own arms will ache with loneliness. I will no longer be able to kiss the hurts away, play with their dollies and cars, and read the same stories over and over.

God gently reminded me to cherish this gift; this special day with my children.

2 Corinthians 1:4 … [God] who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. NKJV