Trust and Obey for there's no better way...

To be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey.

We used to sing that song a lot at my former church. And I love it. I love the feelings that the song resurrects in me. As a relatively new Christian... the zealous passion... the inability to fight the tears during worship... ahhhh. Sweet memories.

I wrote a post on Tuesday and wasn't sure if I should post it. Wasn't sure I was ready to make the words real. Perhaps for fear that I might have to make good on them... But the truth is, publishing the post doesn't make it real. The thoughts, feelings, and intentions are there long before the words are even typed out.

The ultrasound went great. The baby is healthy and growing. All the problems have apparently healed so well, that the ultrasound technician couldn't even find evidence of where it had been. God is the greatest physician. And Healer.

And now that the ultrasound is over... I realized that I still have to trust God the same as I did when the outcome was so uncertain. Because, all outcomes are still uncertain. Not only for my unborn child, but also for my 2 strapping sons, my husband, myself, my family...

It is really about not taking one moment for granted. And still begging God to have mercy on us and please help prepare us for His will. Whatever that may be.

Because, while I wanted to pray for the Lord to heal the broken parts of my body, and continue to knit together my unborn child in my womb... I knew I couldn't. I prayed for the Lord to prepare me. And heal the broken parts of my spirit. So, that I would be able to bring glory to His name, no matter what His will would be. There were lots of inner struggles. And total chaos. Flat out, I was sad. Then mad. Then blame shifting. Then mad again. Then numb. Then aggravated... You get the idea.

This is the first post:



I guess I don't really know how to start this post...

Over the past year or so, I have cried, prayed, and hoped with some pretty amazing women.

Destiny, Angie, MckMama, and many others have given me a new insight into the blessing that parenthood truly is. To empathize with a friend over the loss of her child. To mourn the loss of a stranger's child. To hope and pray for the heart of a stranger's unborn son. To mourn the struggle with infertility through someone else's shoes. To not have to experience all of the pain first hand...

Tomorrow, I go for an ultrasound, that will give us some information as to the well-being of our 10 week old child in my tummy. It was a real struggle at first. To deal with the uncertainty. To surrender all feelings of control. To just stop thinking and worrying about it long enough to just fall asleep. It was hard to get to the point of just saying, "It's up to you God, and no matter what Your will is... You still ROCK." It was even harder to actually mean it. And I know that the Holy Spirit is the one that stepped in and showed me how to calm down. I can say, that today I feel at ease. I know that God is still the same. Up there holding the deck. And no matter how the cards fall for this family, He knows what is best for us.

I think that God has used these women to prepare me for this. To show me how to love Him when life is hard. To experience joy in troubled times. To know the happiness that is being carried by the Lord. To know the liberation that comes with surrendering to the Lord, and not worrying. Being careful for nothing.

Through this all (a whole week, whoop dee do... could be worse) I want to be sure that I am learning what it is that the Lord is trying to teach me. I know there is a reason for this to be happening. I know that there are no coincidences in life. I want God and I to be tight enough that I don't miss it. I certainly wouldn't want all of this to be in vain, because I missed the point.

I don't even think I will publish this post. I don't want to publish it, especially if this isn't bringing glory to God.

I think I learned, first hand, that there is joy in sorrow. There is much to rejoice about. When you are hurt, turn to God to carry you. Let Him call the shots. And love Him the same no matter what. There is joy there. A real joy. An honest happiness. Nothing shallow like the alternatives that the world has to offer.

And God has blessed me beyond reason already. Salvation... hello?! I don't have to experience the judgement that I deserve. My amazing husband. Wow, he is awesome. And continues to knock my socks off everyday. It is so easy to submit to a man that I respect so much. My 2 sons. They are a source of comfort that isn't like anything. They can make me laugh when all I want to do is cry. And my family and friends are fabulous. Bringing me magazines, flowers, cookies, and checking on me... God has not only provided me with a heavenly Father for support, but has blessed me with a support network of people that really astound me.

I know that my Lord loves me. And I know that He only wants to bring me joy. And I now know that joy isn't joy with out the pain of sorrow and trouble.


So, I guess the reason why I wanted to go ahead and post this is... just in case someone out there is struggling. Try to know the liberty that comes in trusting the Lord.


P.S.
I did a google search for photos of the development stage of a 10 week old fetus... and this is what my little bean looks like...