Who are you and what breaks your heart? I first heard this question a few years ago as a challenge from our youth pastor. Along with the other adult sponsors of our youth, I searched deep within myself to answer the question. The answer to the question is an important one and is different for every person. Within the answer to this question lies the desires of your heart, and where you can begin to find your purpose. It took me several days to fully craft my response. Over the next several years, I returned to the question as well as my answer, sometimes tweaking the verbiage, but never the message.
I am a musician, an engineer, a mentor; my desire is to leave things better than I found them; I am a sister, daughter, wife, mother, aunt, friend.
Suicide breaks my heart; cancer breaks my heart; human trafficking breaks my heart; seeing people make bad life decisions breaks my heart.
I am thankful for the One True and Living God who saved me from myself and, through His Son Jesus Christ, has saved me from my sins.
I am confidently persistent, boldly creative and passionately determined that I may inspire others to live a life that ultimately matters.
I am a believer in Jesus Christ and a firm believer that God has a plan for every one of our lives. In my young life, I struggled to find that purpose. Once I found it, I developed a passion to help others find their purpose in life as well.
This blog is a collection of life experiences, probably some past and some present, designed to connect with you on your life journey, to help you ultimately live a life that matters. My sincerest prayer is that through my words, you are drawn into a deeper relationship with the One who can fulfill your purpose in life.
Friends, I am really wrestling with God lately. Over the past three years, I have seen God show up in enormous ways. Those glimpses of Gods power have truly lit me on fire and given me a passion to want others to experience what I have…
But man, the details of life can really get me down.
I apologize in advance for todays diatribe… but want to get it out there and ask my journey community if they could pray for me.
In 2019, We opened our music studio in Greensburg… my business partner Dan and me.
We are at the three year point and I’m exceedingly frustrated. I’m frustrated with parents who don’t respect our studio policies, students with little to know commitment, and managing the minutia in the daily details. I’m frustrated by families who don’t pay their tuition and expect lessons for free because they are going through hard times. In June, we saw a large drop off of students for a “summer break”. I’ve been teaching long enough to know they ain’t coming back
(As an aside, while I genuinely want to be sympathetic to people, and have actually paid some of their invoices out of my personal pocket – because it’s deeper than the studio pocket right now—- I find myself resentful for a couple of reasons.. one is that I too, have gone through A LOT of turmoil over the past three years of Dan’s illness. In addition, I think back to the sacrifice my own mother made to provide music education to me.. in 1985, she paid $25 per lesson for me to study privately with a professor from Duquesne University… that equates to almost $70 per lesson in todays currency…. And never once did my professor go unpaid)
Shortly after opening in 2019, Dan got very sick with his cancer and/or alcohol withdrawal (the docs couldn’t agree). It was literally within months of opening and I found myself questioning if I had heard Gods voice at all, or if it was just my own voice all along. I asked God to send me a sign one day… and literally within minutes, the phone rang and someone inquired about lessons. I needed that affirmation that day…
We’ve been growing steadily since, although Covid threw a wrench in, we seemed to recover nicely. We’ve continued to grow and God provided a windfall that enabled us to upgrade some things in the studio to prepare for other growth.
Dan passed in August. It was truly a blessing to see him grow in the Lord from broken man to redeemed, and ushered into Heaven, a journey for which I will be grateful to have been part.
I am confident that it was, indeed, Gods call top open the studio… the “coffee shop” that began in my mind back in 2009… and God has seemingly affirmed through the years.
I find myself, however, once again questioning if I just misheard God, or if, perhaps, the studio was simply a tool God used for me to help Dan get his life straightened around.
My hears desire is to have the studio be an awesome place where kids and families can go, not only to master music, but to work on mastering life. My vision is to do music missions someday, either home or abroad. I know somehow I need to be present to connect with students and families, but still work my day job and teach in my home (my home studio is what’s earning the money to pay my half of the studio). I don’t even pay myself for lessons that I teach at the studio because I donate my salary to the overhead expenses.
Over the past week, I’ve been working on a five year plan of personal finances, specifically to plan out being able to retire from my day job. (On paper, it looks like it will be in August of 2027).
I’ve been asking the Lord to show me something… some sign, some word, some gem that will keep me going. As I laid out budget before the Lord and prayed for His guidance, I heard very very soft words, “Give more”
I tithe 10% of my salary. And I give of my time and talents on top of that, and sometimes even more financially. i never felt I had the right to tithe my husbands income because … well because. But I thought, “ok, God, I can give more money if that’s what you want”….
I am familiar with the loaves and fishes.. and keenly aware that God owns the cattle on 1000 hills.. I don’t mind giving more financially… I just want to be a good steward of all he’s given. At the studio, I know I pay my instructors more than what good business people would recommend, which leaves very little for overhead (which is why I donate my time to cover the overhead). I am grateful for my day job because it affords the opportunity to be able to not get paid from the studio, but also requires the , that I keep my day job. Lol. What an ironic conundrum.
Since yesterday, our studio enrollment dropped by four more lesson blocks per month. Pretty soon there won’t be anything left to give….
Could I ask that you pray that God will show me what He wants of me.. and give me the courage to obey ? I specifically need some affirmation that the music studio is something He wants. If it is, I am REALLY needing that sign…. And if it isn’t, I pray He will show me the best way to decommission it… I appreciate so much!
Yesterday morning I woke up angry at God and started this post….
“Friends, I’m struggling a bit this morning. I’m selfishly angry with God and need to ask for prayer.
I woke up this morning with the thought, “why do I serve You if you won’t even answer my prayer?” Somewhat grudgingly, I went to “work” as our worship leader… to lead a team who is leading a congregation in worship.
I have seen God do miracles before my very eyes, and bring restoration to people. I know He is able.
I have given my life to the Lord… I am grateful to be able to serve Him with music every week. I give my tithes and offerings willingly and with a joyful heart.
I know full well that being a Christian doesn’t mean we don’t have strife. But part of me is resentful this morning. Why do I pour myself into trying to be more like Jesus and still have this division in my home? Tension so think I can cut it with a knife, hurt so deep only God can heal.
Scripture of yesterday is psalm 147:3… “He heals the broken hearted and binds up their wounds”
Today, I woke up today feeling extremely anxious, about my job, and about the studio, and about students who haven’t paid their tuition, and about being able to pay my bills, and I lay in bed repeating the scripture, “be anxious for nothing but in prayer and petition, make your requests known to the Lord”
Then I got up to do my morning devotions
The verse of the day is:
Lord, I humble myself before You… I submit every anxious thought to you now and ask that You continue to shape me, equip me, enable and encourage me to be what You’ve called me to be and do what You’ve called me to do. I know You own a cattle on 1000 hills and will provide every need. Strip from me that which is NOT from You and help me let go of it, guide and direct each step, and provide for me mentors who can help me grow to be the person You want me to be.
We asked this question in our small group of junior high students at youth group last fall.. I expected all sorts of answers from “I hope I pass my test” to “I hope for an amazing boyfriend”, or even “I hope for a Steelers win on Sunday”
To my dismay, what we got in return was crickets…. Even from our “Sunday school kids”.
(“Sunday school kids are the ones who grew up in Sunday School… who “know” the right answer to give even if they don’t believe it or don’t feel it. Though I’m thankful for these kids and their background in the Bible, sometimes I find their the hardest to actually break through because they put on a facade, and sometimes don’t deal well with the messiness of life. I always encourage our kids to just share THEIR feelings honestly and to NOT always give us the Sunday School answer)
On this day, though, my heart broke as NOT ONE of our 20+ kids could articulate a SINGLE thing they hoped for…. Not one.
And lest you think perhaps we leaders just put them on the spot awkwardly, might I just say that this same group normally has had no problem sharing their thoughts and personal struggles.
I literally had to ask them if they understood hope… and we spent some time discussing what it means to hope. My heart was broken.
What are we doing to our next generation? have we taken away ALL of their reason for hope? To the point where they no longer even TRY to have Hope leave and dreams?
My friends, if that doesn’t break your hearts, I would ask you to check your heartbeat…
March, 2022: “We were going to come up to see you speak and we had rehearsal for my wake. Tom had it all planned… they even got me a new tie! I was all dressed up and they had me lay down in the casket to see if it fit. And we had to rehearse for the play.”
“Rehearsal for your wake??” Goodness, I thought, what kind of dream were you having? He kept insisting that was what happened after he was discharged from the hospital, before I found him barely conscious and certainly not coherent.
Blood text and toxicology showed nothing in his system, not even the pain pills he was prescribed for the cancer which now eats away at his spine. he was fine when his son left him Saturday afternoon. When I didn’t hear from him Sunday morning, I got concerned. As soon as I got back into town I went to check on him.
It was all so eerily similar to what had happened two and a half years ago, except this time we had proof that it was not related to alcohol or the immunotherapy drug he was taking for cancer. Sometime between 2 pm Saturday and Sunday morning, he lost his mind.
I’ve shared with you about my business partner and friend before… and the journey he’s been through has been nothing short of amazing! Clearly God loves him and is keeping him for some special reason. As I look back at all that happened in 2019 / 2020 with his health, and compare what happened them to what happened now, I can’t help but see the similarities. The docs really didn’t have an explanation then… they tested for all kinds of things, and, though they did find some issues, they did not seem to find anything that could have caused his confusion. They don’t have an explanation now either.
As before, I went to the hospital early each morning to try to catch the doc before I went to work. His doctor comes early in the morning. One morning when I went in, Dan looked at me and said, “ I am bouncing back and forth between two dreams”. And he told me all about the dream where he was rehearsing for his wake…. Multiple times Over multiple days, each detail the same…
I was the speaker at our youth retreat the weekend he fell ill. That was true. But there were never any plans for him to come and see me speak. In fact, he has spent the week before in the hospital because his only kidney had quit working. There was never any talk about him coming to see me speak, yet he insisted that was the plan when his son brought him home from the hospital.
Our minds are such a fascinating mystery. Ive heard it said that we only use 10% of our brain. I know we are spiritual beings…
1 Corinthians 13:12 says “now we see things I perfectly like reflections in a mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity. All that I know now is partial and incomplete, but then I will know everything completely, just as God now knows me completely.”
Dan’s journey was a long and windy one… much like many of ours. I take comfort in the fact that he knew Jesus as his savior… and he knew where he’d spend eternity. Further, he can now see with perfect clarity visions that may have been unclear while on earth.
His “wake” was last weekend, August 13 and 14. Per his wishes, it included a day of music and celebration of his life at our studio, along with a memorial service at his church…. The church that welcomed him with open arms and came alongside him to shepherd him through the windy roads of his recovery and his journey of faith. Our worship team preluded the service with some of his favorite worship songs and his entire service spoke Jesus loud and clear to everyone who came.
I forever grateful to God who gave Dan the opportunity to get his life in order before He called him home.
The last several months have been what he called “the longest goodbye ever”. For a man who had made his peace with God, people he’d wronged, and gotten his affairs in order, he was prepared to go Home since last fall.
I’m the last several months of his life, he had a caregiver that we met from our church… a woman who retired from nursing last fall when the VA she worked for mandated the vaccine. She and her husband got to know Dan. On Easter weekend, 2022, she and her husband were baptized and asked Dan is he would stand with them. He was honored to.
For the last few weeks of his life, after he entered hospice care at home, Kathy was essentially round the clock care for him, and did a fabulous job! She and I kept close contact and watched for the signs of dying from the little blue handbook that the hospice nurses had provided.
My prayer was that I would be able to be with him when he left this earth and that I would know that he knew I was there. I was told that I’d have no control over either of those things, but I let my requests known. his prayer was that he would not die alone.
On the morning of Aug 2, Kathy called me to say he was congested and asked if I thought he might be allergic to his pain meds. I told her I didn’t think so and said I’d stop at his house before work, as I was working not to far from his home. On my way, I felt as if I needed to take the day off, so I messaged my boss to let her know. I arrived at Dan’s just before 9 am. He was lying very still but was responding to conversation with nods of his head.
At around 9:15, Kathy, holding his left hand, said, “Dan, those gates are going to open wide… and when they do, I want you to go on through!” He looked up at us and smiled and nodded his head while he said a very clear “uh-huh!” I was holding his right hand.
He breathed about 10 more breaths and then stopped, quite peacefully. I know that he knew I was there. He was not alone.
Kathy later told me that she really wanted to ask me to take the day off but was afraid to. She did not want to be the only one with him when he died.
God was so very gracious to have provided everything that each of us requested. As strange as it may sound, it was really quite a beautiful moment…. And knowing without a doubt where he would spend eternity made all the difference in the world! It is difficult to describe the peace and tranquillity that comes with absolute knowing where you will spend eternity.
I remember when Dan and I first got reconnected and I learned he had cancer, I thought, “really, God? That’s what you have for me? Not bad enough that I lost my dad to cancer, but Dan, too?” And yet somehow I knew that God would use this to bring further healing to my heart for losing my daddy all those years ago.
God is so good. All the time.
Be blessed today, my friends. If you don’t know for sure where you will spend eternity, let’s talk!God wants us all to know Him and spend eternity with Him!
Hey friends. I haven’t posted in a long time for many reasons… but I’ve got some things on my mind and want to get them off my chest.
First, I hate how ugly our world has become. In this post-pandemic world in which we live, the love of many waxes cold, just as scripture said it would. that’s not exactly what this post is about though.
In previous posts, those who follow me may have read about the music/art studio we opened 3 years ago. It’s a long story but the short of it is that I felt called to open it, and my business partner and I have dedicated our business to the Lord. I don’t yet collect a paycheck from the studio, but have worked very hard in the last three years while working my day job too to try to grow the business. One day I’d like to quit my day job and run the studio full time.One of my role models is Mark Batterson, successful part or/author who is known for encouraging Gods children to follow their dreams and “work like it depends on you and pray like it depends on God”. I am trying to do that in all we do.
At the encouragement of our accountant (also a Christian), I have been joining various groups on Facebook for the purpose of posting our classes and workshops to as many people as possible. I personally despise the way social media has turned people against one another and have found that even people with similar viewpoints will lash out at one another because of the animosity in language. However, I find that a significant number of our students came to us because they learned about us on Facebook.
Several weeks ago, I saw a post on our local community page by a woman who was starting her own cleaning business. I forget the exact name if it but it was something like HisGlory Cleaning, and on her add, she had the words “servant”. Clearly hers was a Christian owned company and she wanted everyone to know. I applaud her. I scanned through the comments and saw a lot of well wishes, and people tagging other people who might be interested… and then I saw a comment by a girl who graduated with my daughter (she was known to be a bit of a prima Donna). She said, “but why say servant, tho?” For all the world I wanted to reply to her comment but I knew it would not do any good. So I kept my real thoughts to myself and posted that I am not in need but wished her much luck and success.
Ours is a Christian business, and anyone who visits our website can see that, but we teach anyone. We have instructors and students of all ages and religious backgrounds. I don’t push my views on anyone, but am unashamed of the God I serve. I have signs and artwork in our lobby that clearly show who we serve.
I’ve had some reasonable success finding groups to post our events and workshops on. An upcoming workshop we have for the summer is called Bandwagonz.
We have two classes available, one a rock band and one a worship band. I’ve posted:
Good morning, friends! Our Bandwagonz program kicks off in June 1! Time is running out to register!
We’re looking for students who play instruments (guitar, bass, keyboard/piano or drums) to join our summer Bandwagonz program!
Bandwagonz is an 8 week workshop which forms a band and teaches students all aspects of being in a band together. You need not be a current 12th Octave student to pre-register.
We’re specifically recruiting guitar, bass, drum, keyboard and vocals! Have some friends who play but don’t have a full band? Pre-register at the link below! We’ll form the band!
Rock Bangwagonz will meet on Wednesday evenings through June and July.
Praise and worship Bandwagonz will meet on Sunday evenings in June and July. Both programs culminate in a concert at our studio and other locations to be announced!
For more information visit our website or contact us: 412-414-3051 or email@example.com
I’ve posted on several local town groups, business groups and musician groups . Today I found a new group that seemed geared to theater, but since there are often musicians involved in theater, and theater is part of creative arts, I thought “why not?” So I asked to join the group and then posted the same as I had in other groups.
Almost immediately, someone commented and said I should have said it was a church group up front. Well… it’s not a church group. It’s a music studio. Another person commented and copied verbiage from our website where we indicate we operate on biblical principles. They criticized that we should tell everyone we are teaching hymns…. We are not teaching hymns… we teach a variety of music!
Keenly aware that a gentle answer turns away wrath, the anger inside me welled up large enough that I knew I couldn’t reply right away but prayed that God would give me words to say in defense of myself and our Savior. In short both of the members of this group had a real problem that we used the term “Christian” on our website (not on the original post mins you, although one workshop is for a “worship” band.
The one member went on to say that whether I realize it or not, the use of the word “Christian” was offensive to him and to many. The other person said that I should be upfront about being a Christian business so that someone wouldn’t unknowingly come somewhere they weren’t welcomed because they don’t subscribe to Christian values. Um… do you mean like how I unknowingly stumbled on their group and felt unwelcomed because I do subscribe to Christian values?
Christian values screams “you’re not welcome here”???? Really? Well for my first time posting on this group I surely didn’t feel welcomed THERE! So these two individuals were assuming that because we’re a Christian organization we must be intolerant of them… but THEY were being intolerant of me… and didn’t even see the irony in it.
I was mad enough to spit nails actually but chose to wish them well and then left the group. The one member tried to backpedal a bit, acting like what he was doing was a favor to me to attract more people.. but the truth of the matter is that these liberal thinking people were actually doing the very thing that they were afraid I would do to them.
Why is this okay?
“You better let them know you’re Christian so some unsuspecting family doesn’t come in and feel unwelcome because they don’t live by Christian values.” Really? Believe me… it’s obvious from our website who we serve. If that’s not you’re interested, scroll on by… but to think we’d make someone feel unwelcome?
To be fair, I’m sure there are people who call themselves Christian who are intolerant… and I get it… they’ve probably been burned by something in the past… but THEY themselves were the intolerant ones!
I am committed to the Lord… and I am committed to the business He has brought me to, until He calls me otherwise. By that same hand that has provided this far, He will continue to provide.
2 Timothy 3 summarizes: I belong to the Lord and I have all I need.
3 Be sure of this. In the last days hard times will come.
2 People will love themselves. They will love money. They will talk about themselves and be proud. They will say wrong things about people. They will not obey their parents. They will not be thankful. They will not keep anything holy.
3 They will have no love. They will not agree with anybody. They will tell lies about people. They will have no self-control. They will beat people. They will not love anything that is good.
4 They cannot be trusted. They will act quickly, without thinking. They are proud of themselves. They love to have fun more than they love God.
5 They act as if they worshipped God, yet they do not let God’s power work in their lives. Keep away from people like that.
6 They are the kind who go quietly into people’s houses. There they get foolish women to believe them. These women know that they have done many wrong things. And they want to do many kinds of wrong things.
7 They are always trying to learn, but never able to find out what is really true.
8 Jannes and Jambres were two men who were very much against Moses. In the same way, these men I am talking about are against what is true. They are men who have wrong thoughts in their minds. They do not believe.
9 But these men will not get very far. Everyone will see that they are wrong, just as people saw that Jannes and Jambres were wrong.
10 Timothy, you know my teaching and the way I lived. You know what I want to do and what I believe. You know my patience, my love, and my strength to bear trouble.
11 You know about my troubles. You know what happened to me in Antioch, in Iconium, and in Lystra. You know how badly the people treated me. But the Lord brought me safely through it all.
12 Yes, all who want to live a good life in Christ Jesus will be troubled by other people.
13 Bad men and those who fool other people will grow worse and worse. They will fool other people, and other people will fool them.
14 But you, Timothy, must keep on doing the things you have learned. You know they are right. You know who taught them to you.
15 From the time you were a child you knew the holy writings. They showed you how to be saved by believing in Christ Jesus.
16 All that is written in the holy writings comes from the Spirit of God. The holy writings are good for these things: to teach people, to show them when they are wrong, to make them see what is right, to teach them to do what is right.
17 In this way a person who belongs to God has all he needs. He is ready for every kind of good work.
Be blessed today, my friends, as I have been blessed.
Monday, January 17, 2022… Martin Luther King Jr Day… and the day the Northeast got hit with a hefty snowstorm. Memorable for our family for more than one reason.
I’ve shared previously about the way in which God revealed Himself to our family through our dog, Lucky… way back in 2009 when Lucky came to live at our home.
Lucky will be 15 this summer, and for the past year has had degenerative issues with his back legs. It has been heartbreaking over the recent past, facing the inevitable certainty of having to make a decision to be merciful to our precious answer to prayer, no matter how hard. Last week, I made that decision and called the vet for an appointment. I underestimated how emotional it would be until I found myself sobbing to the vet tech who answered the phone. She made the appointment but told me that I could cancel if something changes.
One by one I told the members of our family and we prepared. On Saturday, my mom took Lucky for a long walk and let him play in the leaves.
The weathermen predicted a storm starting Sunday afternoon and ending sometime Monday. As called for, it started snowing around 3 pm on Sunday, right on through. Our schools were already off due to the holiday, as was my company (which is why I had originally made the appointment for this day). The skies dropped about 10 inches of snow…
Rich plowed our 1/4 mile driveway and the girls and I unburied the cars and shoveled the places the plow couldn’t. I took Lucky for a “last long walk in the snow”. He LOVED it. I called the vet, but there wasn’t anyone there, so I left a message canceling Luckys appointment on account of the snow. I asked them to call me back if they made it into the office… otherwise I’d call the next day to make another appointment.. but this time I decided to consult with the vet first to have hime help me decide if possible. I called my son, who is now in Nebraska, and while we talked, I walked Lucky all around the yard. It was as if he had a new lease on life! We must have done the loop around our yard twenty times! While we talked, my son prayed. He prayed that God would tell us, through Luckys actions and through the vet when it’s time to say goodbye.
That night, he slept beside me, getting up twice through the night to go outside. But the next morning, I was happy that I had decided, at least for now, to hold on a bit longer. He’s had a great week, able to jump up on the couch and back down again.
I know it won’t be forever, but for now, Lucky is still with us. ❤️
Hi friends! It’s been a minute since I’ve posted. I’ve underestimated how difficult it would be to keep everything going in my life, and my sweating has suffered at the hands of my busyness. I have many posts drafted. Perhaps this holiday season I’ll find some time to finish them!
Today I’d like to share a poem written by a friend of mine who is a pastor at Community Alliance Church in Butler, Pennsylvania. His words, not mine. i hope they touch you like they touched me.
It was a great morning at CAC! There were many requests for a copy of Pastor Joe’s poem that he read at the end of the service, so we wanted to post it here for you. Be encouraged and, as we were reminded today, don’t be afraid.
Don’t Be Afraid Joe Floris
Don’t be afraid Because your sins are forgiven Shame can no longer Bind you from living My blood was shed My body was dead Your punishment is paid So don’t be afraid.
Don’t be afraid Because I know how it feels Torn between what I want And what God wills I’ve been where you are The proof is My scars See the blood and sweat as I prayed And don’t be afraid.
Don’t be afraid Because I will never leave you Even if you can’t see Me You’re always in My view We’ll walk this path together I won’t bail, not ever Even on the cross, I stayed So don’t be afraid.
Don’t be afraid Because I’ll take up your burden In your eyes, I can see it You’re hurting I’m the One Who cares Cast on me your fears I can carry the weight So don’t be afraid.
Don’t be afraid Because there was an empty tomb 500 people testified My resurrection was true Before, my disciples would fearfully hide After, they would fearlessly die. I conquered the grave So don’t be afraid
Don’t be afraid Because I’m still writing your story There’s suspense, there’s tragedy But it climaxes in My glory So as the drama unfolds There’s more to be told The final scene has not played So don’t be afraid.
Don’t be afraid Because I love you too much To withhold what you need And only give what you want In moments of stress Trust I know what’s best Fear’s lies may be portrayed But don’t be afraid.
Don’t be afraid Because I will fight your battles I’m your shield that protects Your armor that rattles The victory has been won I’m a fiery-eyed, tattooed thighed, warrior Son Between my teeth swings a mighty blade So don’t be afraid.
Don’t be afraid Because I’m coming back In world gone crazy My schedule’s still on track I’ll fix the mess I’ll restore justice It’s a promise I’ve made So don’t be afraid.
Don’t be afraid I declare to a world that is broke In exchange for your fear I’ll give you my hope It’s the message of My birth Salvation has come to the earth Forever – for you – it was conveyed Don’t be afraid.
Several years ago, just after a friend and I opened our music/art studio, he became very ill. As I was driving one day, praying about the situation, the Holy Spirit asked me a question.
Are you going to trust me when it gets really bad?
I don’t like the sound of that.. I didn’t then and I still don’t. But what I learned through that experience is to truly rely on God. For someone who likes to make things happen, I often find it difficult to not step in to intervene when things seem to go awry. With Dan’s health issues, I quickly realized I was out of my league. I knew nothing of medicine. Even the doctors couldn’t agree.
When he first went to the hospital, I worked hard to be his advocate because he was unable to articulate what was happening. I shared everything I knew about his situation to every doctor who asked. My dear Christian friend, Sue, worked in the hospital where he was, and I cleared with the doctors that she was allowed to help me understand what was happening. She helped me to understand the doctor-speak to know what was happening…. We did not see improvement for several weeks. It was painfully frustrating for me that there was literally nothing I could do to help his medical situation…. Except pray.
One day, when I was desperately praying, and desperately frustrated, Sue came a long side me, as a good friend would, and said, “you really need to let go…. This has to be in God’s hands and His alone. You can do nothing”
Nothing. I could do nothing to change the situation except fully surrender it to my Lord and Savior. And I needed to trust Him. When it gets really bad.
Sometimes I think God allows things to happen to us that are completely out of our control so that we HAVE to trust Him!
Are we going to trust Him when it gets really bad?
As bad as that chapter was, I don’t think we’ve really seen “bad” yet. Since 2020, I believe we’ve seen some brief glimpses of how bad things could get…. But even what we’ve seen pale in comparison to what is described in the Book of Revelation.
Are we going to trust Him when it gets really bad?
It’s important for us to start trusting Him now, in the little things AND the big things we experience…. So that we are truly ready to fully surrender to Him when it gets really bad.
Father in Heaven…. Help us to trust you, not only in the good times but also (and especially) when it is really bad. Give us Your eyes, and a childlike faith to know You have everything under Your control. Amen
This sign hangs on my wall by the door I walk through every day to leave my house. It serves to remind me that my story is so much bigger than me. My story is about a loving Savior who is writing His story in all of our lives, whether we know Him personally yet or not.
I am so very thankful today for all of the pastors, teachers, and Godly friends that God has used to shape my life.
God never wastes a hurt. And He uses people in ways we can’t fathom to reach people. Who are lost.
The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance. 2 Peter 3:9