Wednesday, October 7, 2009

oh, stinky day

"Our God is a God who saves;
from the Sovereign LORD comes escape from death."
Psalm 68:20

Today had the potential of being a great day. The kids and I had plans to attend our first field trip with the homeschooling group we just joined. We've been planning on meeting up with everyone at the apple farm for over a month now. (I even bought croissants to make a nice picnic lunch.)

And then morning came and we were greeted by sickness. Liam's throat hurt so bad, he spent most of the day using his own version of sign language. He even took a two hour nap. My boy never stops long enough to even close his eyes, let alone nap. He definitely wasn't feeling well.

So much for our fun day.

Tonight was supposed to be Geoff's (much needed) sanity night. Bless his heart, he offered to stay home with Liam so that Chelsea could still take her dance class. He even offered to bring us home dinner. (Oh, how I love my man!) Since I was fighting off a bad earache myself, I thanked him and let him off the hook. I really wanted him to enjoy his free night.

As Geoff tried to make his way out of his car and into the house at the end of his long work day, he ended up closing his thumb in the car door. It takes a lot for my husband to acknowledge pain. When he came into the house holding his thumb in the air and pacing up and down the hall taking deep breathes, I think we were all in shock. He was in excrutiating pain and there wasn't much any of us could do for him.

So much his night of relaxation.

Tonight while I was getting caught up on laundry, I watched part of Third Day's Revelation Tour DVD. (It arrived in the mail today from Netflix and was definitely a highlight of my day.)

The song "Cry Out to Jesus" came on and I was reminded that we all have rough days (weeks, years.) Sure mine wasn't the best, but truly my family has seen much worse days. Whether they are just down days or truly stinky days, I'm thankful that God always allowed me to maintain my sense of hope in Him.

To everyone who's lost someone they love
Long before it was their time
You feel like the days you had were not enough
when you said goodbye
And to all of the people with burdens and pains
Keeping you back from your life
You believe that there's nothing and there is no one
Who can make it right
There is hope for the helpless
Rest for the weary
Love for the broken heart
There is grace and forgiveness
Mercy and healing
He'll meet you wherever you are
Cry out to Jesus, Cry out to Jesus

I've had two different friends, living in two different states, share with me this week about families they know who have lost teenage daughters tragically. Two beautiful young ladies chose to take their own lives within a matter of days of each other. My heart is burdened for their families and my brain doesn't know how to make sense of such horrific news.

So yes, my day didn't go the way I planned, but I'm still alive, and so is my precious family. In light of what these families have gone through, it's ridiculous for me to even begin to whine about my day, right? (I agree whole-heartedly!!!)

Life can be so overwhelming and difficult. The important thing for all of us to remember is that we are not alone in it. We have a God who loves us so much that He sent His one and only Son, Jesus, to dwell among us. To live in human flesh and experience far more human suffering than any of us can even begin to imagine.

He was betrayed, arrested, beaten, abused, rejected, tortured, scorned and crucified. Not because He did anything wrong, but because we did. Not because we deserved it, but simply because He loved us. It's overwhelming and so humbling to acknowledge the great depth of Christ's incredible, sacrificial love for me, a sinner, created out of dust.

And yet, so often, I forget His gift, His victory, His love. I forget that all I need to do is call out to Him.

And then I hear stories of people who have also forgot —to the point that they could no longer bear living on this earth.

Oh, how I wish they had been able to share their grief and pain with just one person. Oh, how I wish they had been able to cry out to Jesus and find a way to push through their difficult days and choose life instead.

My day was stinky and I wish it was different. But thank God that tomorrow will be a new day. Thank God that His grace is sufficient. Thank God that I am able to place my hope and trust in Him. Thank God that I am not alone in this world.

Friend, if you've had a bad day, week or year—if you're struggling, please know you are not alone. Call out to Jesus. He is there. He does love you.

If you've cried out to Him and you still feel hopeless—please, please talk to someone.

If you know someone who is struggling to have faith and hope, please talk to them. Pray for them.

For the marriage that's struggling just to hang on
They lost all of their faith and love
They've done all they can to make it right again
Still it's not enough
For the ones who can't break the addictions and chains
You try to give up but you come back again
Just remember that you're not alone in your shame
And your suffering
When your lonely (when you're lonely)
And it feels like the whole world is falling on you
You just reach out, you just cry out to Jesus
Cry to Jesus
To the widow who suffers from being alone
Wiping the tears from her eyes
For the children around the world without a home
Say a prayer tonight

Life is hard. Life is never perfect. Life can be lonely, but we are not alone.

Precious Friend, we have been given the gift of LIVING A BLESSED LIFE while we are still living on this Earth.

But the really great news is that we have also been offered the gift of living for all of eternity with the One who loved us so much that He shed His blood for us and gave His very life in exchange for our own. The choice is ours—life or death.

Wherever you are and whatever is going on in your life, I beg you to choose life and cry out to Jesus.



Chantelle said...

good stuff, Amy. I'm sorry about your stinky day too. :( Today will smell better I pray!

Anne L.B. said...

We are not alone. He hears us, and is waitingfor us to simply cry out! Lord, please, remind us how we need You just as much on days that aren't stinky!

You, Amy, are loved as well. Thank you for your fragrant love.

Football & Fried Rice said...

Oh my goodness - this speaks to me! I watched Stephanie Nielson

yesterday on Oprah & at one point they showed a clip of her walking past an old family photo of her in her house (before the plane accident) and woman asked her if that was hard - seeing that. She responded with, I still have all those people in my life (her husband & four kids) SHE WAS GRATEFUL!!! How can this be????? Only by the Power of God can she looks at her life and see His Hand!

Anyways, it really reminded me that I am not just "blessed" - I am blessed beyond what I deserve! And He IS waiting for me to cry out to Him!

Becky Ryder said...

My stinky days remind me to be very thankful for my good days!

Just wondering, was there something in the air about our husbands and their hands? Scott got his hand stuck in the ladder as it was closing:(

P.S...I love that song!

Andy and Wendy Ingram said...

This is such a touching blog. I have not had much time to read any blogs lately. You know what it is like with three kids - it just gets busy, but a really good busy. With two that are middle age, I have just been focusing on being PRESENT in there lives and really trying to make being a wife and mom priority over everything else.

Almost two weeks ago, my friend lost her teen son (he was a Junior in highschool) in his sleep. He was this amazing young man, with so much going for him! Anyway, God is using it in the lives of many, many people in our area, but it has made me realize I should not take our lives for granted. Like you, I am trying to be so thankful for the blessings of everyday. It has really helped me gain perspective.

Blessings to you and I hope you all get back to good heath very soon!


Sande said...

We loooovvve third day down here too. ...

.. and yes. The joy in our lives hinges on our perspective, drawing back to the big rocks of life; and the Rock Himself.