Wednesday, November 30, 2016

when nothing is wasted....


I am an over-sharer who can’t share much about a lot going on in our home and honestly I struggle to process everything with the daily onslaught of life. So when people ask “how is it going?” I try to smile and give a one sentence answer that makes sense to someone who is not living in this reality of in between-ness that we have for over a year now.  I try to avoid bursting into tears at the school ice cream social because that is just awkward for everyone. I answer that it is hard and good which is true and let the unspoken words stay in my soul.  I smile at everyone and acknowledge it has been an adjustment, it is harder and better than we thought, and we all move on.  

But even as I smile to others I grumble to Him about SO many of the THINGS: the adjustment, the fighting, the jealously, the constant battle for attention and position (and this is so much more real when someone moves in and it feels to your 5 year old heart that she is taking your Mama & Papa away from you).  And the guilt that comes when I realize that is happening some days because after the struggles and all the emotions I have little left.  The constant pushing us away and then pulling us close.  The lack of support that was promised.  The confusion and expectations and emotions. 
And I am so amazingly incompetent at dealing with it all.
  
There is chaos for sure.
 And we choose it. 
And what I am learning is this is about me needing Him, needing to hear and sense His presence, not when things calm down or become more clear but right now in the mess. 

Some days I am barely managing and groping towards to-do lists scribbled down on my hand or the backs of papers from school that should have been read last week. But I do not need to just hold on, to just wait it out. I need to extend my blistered, grasping fingers towards Him and just BE. Be yucky, be ugly, be great, be humble, be prideful, be unsure, be confused, be fearful, be content, be worried, be at peace, be desperate, be bold.  Because I vacillate between these on the daily. They are all part of my journey.


Friends, this recent day at court was different. 
This day I felt His presence in a way I was becoming afraid to ask for.  

And I must speak it to remind myself that nothing is wasted.  There was a picture God gave me in the middle of the night about something being "shaken loose" and I pressed into that , I prayed, I begged for some movement.  I hoped and showed up (some days THAT is all we have to do).  There were moments I still doubted anything I felt was real. I realized my own sinfulness as he sat next to me and I felt my judgement and unforgiveness rise up.  But I pressed in when God checked me.  I took a leap and I started a conversation and took a different posture. I saw what He can do in us and through us. I was able to see that He did in fact shake a lot loose...in her case but mostly in me. Not much has changed really but I sense a new way forward.  

I say “nothing is wasted” often- to others engaged in good, hard work, to my kids, and mostly to myself. I think I repeat it it so often because I so want to believe it. Will I believe this when the end of the story does not turn out the way I had envisioned all along?  Because if you are telling the story from the end looking back it is easier to make it tidy, to tuck the rough and raw edges in and make them seem less jagged. But what about when there is no clear outcome, when things are left undone and messy? Will I believe it then? Will I proclaim it in circumstances that defy it? Will I really choose to trust in Jesus who hung on a cross and was defeated by all worldly, seen, and obvious standards? Our world declares that death is final and all pain is unwanted. If I try hard enough and stay busy enough I can avoid these uncomfortable areas. But being vulnerable means risk and the ability to live in this tension of being courageous enough to hope while also completely trusting that God is in control. God is speaking to me even while we wait on His final word in this all. I am having to give over my fears, not day by day but sometimes moment by moment when I see the name on the caller id, when I need to chose to be for people that are wounded and have wounded, when I have to answer the unanswerable questions about her future, when I have to help our kids learn to live at peace when they sense the war for their hearts.  We are finding His Love and Hope speaks into these places.  The blending of our stories- hers and ours and trusting that BOTH will never be the same and that truly nothing is wasted. 

God’s truth often comes to me when I am brave enough to speak His words to others but mostly to myself.  Some days I can believe I am just too tired to extend grace yet again just to have it pushed aside.  But the kind of GRACE that changes us is always costly.  It costs Jesus His life to extend it to me on a daily basis. Yet I often want to clench my fist around it and like a toddler, to claim it, and refuse to share.  He is gently unfolding my fingers and reminding me I can extend what I did not earn in the first place to others because it can change all of us, in both the giving and receiving because  if we practice that enough it becomes unclear who is giving and who is receiving.    

I remember the story of the 3 dudes with the weird names who were thrown into a fiery furnace from when I was a kid.  Back in the day I mostly thought it was cool that God did "magic" and allowed them to walk away safely from that fire.  I thought they were bold and because of their bravery God saved them.  But as I read it now I see something else in this story....  
"Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego replied, “O Nebuchadnezzar, we do not need to defend ourselves before you. 17 If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, the God whom we serve is able to save us. He will rescue us from your power, Your Majesty. 18 But even if he doesn’t, we want to make it clear to you, Your Majesty, that we will never serve your gods or worship the gold statue you have set up.” Daniel 3

The boldness and fearlessness and willingness to count the cost in saying "and EVEN IF He doesn't" requires knowing God and trusting that He really is good. This was spoken BEFORE they knew the outcome. I can speak it too. Even if they die, even if the cost is higher than I could imagine, even if .......... happens He is a loving and faithful Father.  Hope is still worth this all. Not because we know the outcome but because we know the Father who cares for us.  I am choosing hope friends and I am believing that nothing is wasted. And I am asking Him to help me walk in that.
Peace to you, 
  RoxanneSignature

5 comments:

Dana Strohmaeir said...

It is good to hear an update. I have been thinking about your family over the past year. I want to help you guys but am not sure how. It sounds like you are fully in the messy reality. And are growing. Please know that you are not alone. That there are many of us who would love to support and help you! Just let us know how we can!

jkww said...

Dear Rox, I have repeated "love is never wasted" to myself over and over and over again in my life. Sometimes it just didn't feel true. Sometimes it was like oxygen. This is going to sound weird (creepy?) but sometimes when I can't fall back to sleep after P wakes me up for the zillionth time at night, I think of you and your family and I hope and pray that everyone is sleeping, everyone is calm and at peace and letting the healing of quiet and rest wash over them. YOUR boldness and courage to say YES to something that 99.9% of the world would say HELL NO to encourages me to inch closer to the edge of my comfort and ask God "What do you have for me? for us?". LOVE YOU.

Michelle Colledge said...

I love you. Thank you for always being real, no matter where you are. That is a blessing. Praying for your family. Praying you can find joy in the right now in spite of what may come. So so hard. ❤️

Unterwegs said...

dear Roxanne, thank you for sharing your heart! It is true: nothing is wasted! May God fill your heart with his peace and an unshakable trust in HIM. Bi Doris

Doro said...

Dear Rox,
thanks for taking the time to write down some of your thoughts, fears and struggles. Thanks so much for sharing!
I pray, you will fell HIS peace and that nothing can take this away from you!!! Nothing and nobody!
Nothing is wasted - hold on to the promise given in the bible about this kind of love, you are sharing in your daily life:
Mat 18:5 And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.
be blessed!