If you’d like to read more thoughts on chapters fourteen and fifteen of What Happens When Women Walk in Faith, head on over to Lelia’s blog and peruse the posts of the other ladies who have been walking this journey along with me!
Chapter fourteen: Pressing Through the Pain
The story that Lysa shared about her neighbors, Ken and Mary, really struck a chord with me. I am one of those people who needs reminded constantly to stop and smell the gardenias. After the death of his wife, Ken’s response to Lysa’s much overlooked bush really convicted me. How many times have I walked right by evidences of God’s grace and beauty without a second glance?
In my job I often witness great stories of loss and triumph. I am frequently reminded through the stories of my patients of God’s greatness and mercy. Yet, it seems like those lessons are too quickly forgotten.
I read a quote just this morning in my daily devotional by Zig Ziglar, “People often say that motivation doesn’t last. Well, neither does bathing–that’s why we recommend it daily.”
Every time I take a shower, I hope to remember the blessings God has given me…and praise Him, praise Him, praise Him!
Gratitude really works! Go visit my friend Ann (you will be so blessed) and check out the Gratitude Community she has encouraged and mentored. It has changed my life to look through a lens of thankfulness. Read more here.
Chapter fifteen: God Isn’t Surprised by Death
I found this chapter a fitting read for this, the week my eldest son starts middle school. I have suffered many deaths through this process, not the least of which is letting my grip relax ever so slightly on his daily walk through life. How difficult to know that he is experiencing things, seeing things, meeting new people…and I may never know the details. Not in the way my heart wants to know, anyway. My heart wants to be that proverbial fly on the wall; to see all of his interactions and protect, coach, instruct through them all.
That’s not how God planned it. I love how Lysa points out that nature doesn’t resist God. In order for the beauty that we all see in God’s creation to take place…many deaths occur. Think of the spring blooms and the bleakness of winter. Think of the caterpillar, and the butterfly spreading her wings.
Letting go is a type of dying that we all must go through, I suppose. If it’s not a child, maybe it’s a dream or an expectation. God uses these times of brokenness to grow us, shaping us into His image with loving and tender hands.
Lysa’s interpretation of the Sermon on the Mount nearly brought me to tears.
Who hasn’t experienced brokenness?
Aren’t we glad that God doesn’t throw us away when we become broken?
For those of you who do not have the book, I want you to read these words:
Blessed are the poor in spirit…the broken people.
Blessed are those who mourn…broken to the point of great weeping.
Blessed are the meek…weeping to the point of being humbled past worldly things.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness…humbled and desiring to be filled with God alone.
Blessed are the merciful…filled with God and able to overflow mercy to others.
Blessed are the pure in heart…freely extending mercy and living with a “yes” heart for God.
Blessed are the peacemakers…saying yes to God and bringing His peace everywhere they go.
Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness…so certain in His peace that even when they face hardships, they trust and confidently walk with God no matter what.–Jesus and Lysa