Sep 12 2011

Hope Matters

From Marilyn Phillipps:

…we have forgotten that greater is He who is in us than he who is in the world. When we give up and give in and accept the destruction that Satan has brought into our lives, we forget that at the cross he was stripped of all power. Having disarmed principalities and powers, He made a public spectacle of them, triumphing over them in it.” (Colossians 2:15)  Jesus said, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me.” What more do we need?

Hope is the key. When you have no hope, you cannot have faith. “Faith is the substance of things hoped for…” So many times we have been told, “Don’t get his or her hopes up. You don’t know that God will heal that marriage.” I say if you don’t get people’s hopes up, there will be no stand for the healing of the marriage.

Read the rest at Forged in Fire


May 29 2011

I’ll trust the unseen…

Some times it is very hard not to give up. It feels hopeless and pointless.  That is when being still is, well, easy. Despair isn’t exactly a big motivator.

Trusting God requires lots of patience and little expectation of answers to questions. It requires you to ignore circumstances that dance before you.

I fail frequently.

Pray for me.

The good thing about these times of weakness is it reminds us that it isn’t about us and our strength and understanding. It isn’t up to us to have to be perfect and hold it all together.

We just have to persevere and pray.

…against doubt

…despite impossible situations

…for hearts of the hardest stone

Barlow Girl
“Never Alone”

I waited for you today
But you didn’t show
No no no
I needed You today
So where did You go?
You told me to call
Said You’d be there
And though I haven’t seen You
Are You still there?

[Chorus:]
I cried out with no reply
And I can’t feel You by my side
So I’ll hold tight to what I know
You’re here and I”m never alone

And though I cannot see You
And I can’t explain why
Such a deep, deep reassurance
You’ve placed in my life

We cannot separate
‘Cause You’re part of me
And though You’re invisible
I’ll trust the unseen

[Chorus]

We cannot separate
You’re part of me
And though You’re invisible
I’ll trust the unseen

[Chorus]


Mar 7 2011

Added Posts

Remodeling has taken place, some posts from my personal blog have been added. They appear according to the original published date from the other blog.


Feb 24 2011

Who determines your worth?

“As each new cell developed, each new part of your body grew and matured, He kept His eyes on you. You were a miracle with millions of cells multiplying and developing into the unique person God was designing you to be. His desire for you was to discover His perfect love for you. He wanted you to know how very precious your very existence was to Him long before there was anything demanded of you to prove your worth to anyone else.” -Marilyn Phillipps

*Emphasis mine

Feb 16 2011

Humble Pie is Very Good

“Sandra”, He said, “I am the one…I am the one that put this in your heart and I am the one that is giving you the strength and perseverance to stand for your marriage. I am the one who is encouraging you. I am the one that birthed this in your heart so don’t get petty and think that you are the good one here.” He said, “This is from Me and I am working on both of you here.”

Sondra and Andy Andrews,
Rejoice Ministies Conference Call:
May 23 2010 The Steinkamps and Friends


Feb 12 2011

What-ifs: I fear you not

“There was a change in Mother after Dad died. A change in looks and a change in manners. . . .

While Dad lived, Mother was afraid of fast driving, of airplanes, of walking alone at night. When there was lighting, she went in a dark closet and held her ears …

Now, suddenly, she wasn’t afraid any more, because there was nothing to be afraid of. Now nothing could ever upset her because the thing that mattered most had been upset. None of us ever saw her weep again.”

Belles on their Toes
by Frank Bunker Gilbreth, Jr.
and Ernestine Gilbreth Carey

I first read this quote last April on a blog I frequent. It came to mind later that month during one of the darkest most painful moments of my life. The sentiment sunk deep into my soul as I realized my greatest fears, all the things I never thought I could survive were happening. The crazy thing was while part of me died another part of me was born. A freedom from what-ifs.

What-ifs lost much of their power. Along with this mental freedom an emotional numbness crept into me last spring. A chilling sort of feeling compared to the warming physical world surrounding me. I struggled with this coldness. It was not how I wanted to live.

It was just part of the process. These changes in me are not instant or complete. They are continual, sequential and necessary. Like the math concepts I explain to my children, they have to be experienced and understood before you can go on and be successful at more complicated concepts. They also at times have to be revisited for a refresher.

This freedom from circumstances still comes in waves and on occasion the backwash will seem to pull me back toward an unwanted dark depth before the next wave rolls in sending me closer to the shore. The latest wave, or better description would be tsunami, thrust me a great distance further then I thought I would go. The ride was pure terror, the pull of the backwash that followed felt as if surely I would drown.

I survived. I gained unimaginable ground. It is not the way I would have chosen to travel, but this temporary destination, this calmness I now find is no longer numbing. There is a great warmth growing in the cold emptiness previously created in my heart. A gift was born from pain; a knowing of who I am when what-ifs become reality. As I resurface from the almost drowning, from the almost giving in to the cold dark rage, I still CHOOSE to hope, trust, love.

We travel different courses, carried by currents and thrown by waves called forth from the fiery sea of refinement. All leading to the same shore of Love covered in innumerable grains of mercy, forgiveness, and grace.

Fear not the what-ifs.


Jan 17 2011

The Father, the Prodigal, and the Second Son

Often in marriage restoration ministries the term prodigal is applied to the spouse that wants out of, has left, or refuses to continue to work on the marriage. I have been thinking about the analogy lately and the role of the father and his two sons. I think many times the waiting spouse views themselves as the father. Letting “their prodigal” go until they finally “wake up” someplace they never thought they would be and more clearly see the goodness of home. It is a mistake to see it that way!

The waiting spouse is not the father. The father is God. God gives us everything. God let’s us choose what to do with it. When we wonder away God waits for us patiently to see how much He loves us. When we are repentant and ready to come home, He is waiting there with open arms and a robe to cover us in our vulnerable broken state while He restores us to His family.  If, as a spouse waiting and praying for the restoration of your marriage, you feel like the father you are not in the right place. You are not the most important person your spouse is off in the “far country” missing. You are not what your spouse needs or is longing for. You can not “restore” your spouse to their place within the family. You are not the person your spouse needs to first acknowledge their “baggage”, “weaknesses”, and/or “sins” to. It is erroneous even arrogant to think this way. That role belongs to God.

There is a third character, the brother in this story (and a fourth I will blog about someday too). Many people in the “left behind” spouse position can relate to the brother and the “he doesn’t deserve” attitude. It is the mentality of this brother that leads to “I could never forgive, trust, whatever again…”, or “I deserve someone better”, or “It’s too late” type thinking.  The return or the first coming of your spouse to God the Father should always be celebrated no matter the state of your relationship to your spouse. But it was fit that we should make merry and be glad, for this thy brother was dead and is come to life again; he was lost, and is found. Luke 15:32 The brother was so focused on the perceived inequity of the situation and his own goodness (victimhood, martyrdom, loyalty, perfection,etc.), he lost sight on what really matters:  The relationship of every soul to their Creator and greatest Lover.

In addition to impeding forgiveness, the “I am the good one” attitude kills personal growth and responsibility. Are you saying, “But you don’t know what they did!”?  Even if (this is a big if) your marital challenges are 99.9% your spouse’s issue, you are still 100% responsible for your .1%. If you only spend time focusing on your spouse’s issues and how they wronged you then you may some day find that God helped your spouse deal with there 99.9% and your .1% is suddenly 100% of your relationship’s challenges.

How can you help your brother return to the Father from the far country?  Since you are not responsible for your brother’s/spouse’s hypothetical 99.9% you also have no power to fix it. This is a very hard lesson for us fix it types to accept. We believe if only they just “read this”, or “talked to so and so”, or “heard that” our spouse would suddenly “see the light”.  We are sure if we just word things the right way or do just the right thing, or manipulate the situation for a specific outcome our spouses will finally “see it”.  If you are trying to “fix it” your way you will lose perspective on your handling of your own “portion” of His “substance” and be frustrated with the desire to remain in the far country. We are powerless and from our human perspective limited on just how much of the bigger picture we ourselves can not see.  However, as the other half of a “one flesh” union, thru prayer, fasting,  and perhaps with God’s grace even example by taking on our own issues, we can “stand the gap” Ezechiel 22:30 for our marriages maybe even be a hopeful light for our spouses.

We can not force, speed up, manipulate, or argue them home. After all, the prodigal’s father did not send his brother after him. He knew his second son was needed at home to tend to his portion of the Father’s “substance” Luke 15:12.  We must learn to care for our portion so that when our spouse returns and his portion restored our Father can teach us to work together for the betterment of His no longer divided substance. [For you analogy perfectionists: The Father is God (otherwise known as the Creator of all from nothing) so He can and will create, in order to restore, the “wasted” Luke 15:13 substance of the prodigal for His Glory!]

Two more thoughts: The point of marriage is to enable us to better know, love and serve God. Even if our spouses never “see the light” or choose to heal their percent, God will still use our faithfulness to our vows to enflame our hearts with His love and bring us peace, but only if we deal with our hypothetical .1%*.

There are three in marriages: husband, wife and God. If your spouse leaves, there are still two there to care for the garden where love (His substance) grows in the fertile soil of His Sacrament. He is the original Gardner. He doesn’t need you to keep pointing out your spouse’s weeds. Only He knows the best way for your spouse to remove them. He does need you to keep your weeds from killing the seeds He is planting in both your spouse’s heart and yours. Weed out your portion!

*Why “.1” you ask? For all those who’s pain or indignation has hardened their hearts and blinded their eyes, perhaps they may listen and be open to a larger percent if we let them believe it is such a small number for now.