I am in awe of how God works in our hearts. I am learning that our hearts are a trust account into which we make deposits. The deposits we make are our beliefs; that is, what our heart truly relies on. We can believe truths or lies.
One thing I know– my heart will yield to whomever/whatever it trusts. So, may I share about two deposits of truth God has put in my heart that has increased my trust in Him?
Deposit #1: God’s HEARTBEAT is to reshape everything in my life for his glory.
This is clearly seen in Is. 43, “Bring my sons from afar and my daughters from the ends of the earth, everyone who is called by my name, whom I created for my glory.”
Because I am His daughter, God wants to reshape everything in my life for His glory! It is so easy to drift from our true purpose in life. So, what is my most important need of life every day?
MY NEED is to be realigned to God’s HEARTBEAT.
How does that happen? Well, let me share a bit of my story. Because God uses everything… I need to tell you about a fall afternoon in 2014. I was in my car. I was driving on north Interstate 205 headed to my son’s soccer game. I have never liked to drive very much, and that day I didn’t know exactly where I was going. I attempted to pay attention to the British lady on my cell phone giving directions, but I was distracted. It rains a lot here, but on this day, it was raining really hard. The raindrops were dancing madly across the windshield. The windshield wipers were moving in tandem trying to keep up with the dancing rain. The rush hour traffic propagated around me with cars whizzing by in the periphery. There was so much motion. I was having a really hard time focusing.
I began to squeeze the steering wheel more tightly and I started praying. I kinda shook my head to reboot my vision. Shaking my head, tilting my head or blinking hard seemed to reboot my vision, but my eyes were still refusing to work together. I was beginning to panic. I kept trying to discern what was going on. I can’t see! I began to realize that actually I was seeing three landscapes! In my left eye, I saw one landscape on top of another, the same landscape. The right eye saw a single landscape, but that image was set diagonal from the other two images. I was begging God for help at this point Please, God, I really need you to watch over me. I can’t see!
That was a hard day, and after multiple tests and visits with specialists, the doctors still don’t know what caused it all. They have suggested that my vision impairment stemmed from a horseback riding accident I had experienced in 2000. I had suffered a broken jaw, a fractured skull, and, most importantly, a cerebral cavernous carotid fistula. The cranial nerves which control my eye muscles are affected somehow. And for fifteen years, my brain had compensated! But, now, my brain was refusing to “see.” What the specialists do agree on is that there are no medical options available to address it.
For six months, I was homebound. I could no longer drive. Gradually, as my vision improved, I could travel a very short radius from my home. I began to understand and adapt to my limitations. I usually only had 2-3 hours to do errands, grocery shopping, or go to an appointment, etc. before my eyesight would begin to scramble again. One Sunday, a year later, I had quite the meltdown. I sobbed long and hard, experiencing a tornadic upheaval of emotions, and I was beginning to ask some hard questions. What was my purpose anyway? Why should I even bother to go through the motions of the day? Laundry didn’t exactly seem like an inspiring purpose of life. What was the meaningfulness of my life? How did my life matter? Being at home, isolated, and alone day after day was wearing me down. The unpredictability was also hard. One day, my eyes would allow me a short burst of freedom. Another day, I would be unable to leave my home because my eyes refused to cooperate.
In the middle of my angry confusion, the gentle Holy Spirit spoke to my heart. He reminded me that although I pray often, I had not prayed my honest emotions about my eyesight. My Father was asking me to become helpless—like a child needing help from a parent. I have always been uncomfortable praying in such a vulnerable way. I could pray for my family, a friend in need, etc. But, I held back my personal complaints before God; because it felt disrespectful to me. I believe God is over all; so, I reasoned that I needed to submit to His providence. I told myself that I just needed to buck up. (Which, by the way, is not helpless dependence at all!)
But, I also didn’t want to be that open with God, because I really did feel upset about it all. So, if I hid my emotion before God, I wouldn’t feel inadequate before Him. I wouldn’t feel so vulnerable. But the Psalmist says that God delights in truth in the heart. God, my Father, knew I was holding back, keeping a pretense between us. My Father wanted me to tell him what He already knew.
He was teaching me that I am safe in being completely known by Him. I am still loved, still acceptable because Jesus had given his life so that I could stand acceptable before a God who knows everything anyway. My Father God was teaching me about ‘real’ relationship with Him. I was a real person in a real world with real struggles, and I needed a real God who not only knew me, but loved me. My heart could be real with God, and it was held safe in His love.
I started studying prayer and how to pray like a child. I learned from the Psalms how to lament—how to pray my tears. God was teaching me about His nearness. I learned to come as a child with tears of helplessness to a Father who treasures me. He says, “I will be a father to you, and you shall be sons and daughters to me.” (2 Corinthians 6:18).
“The LORD has declared this day that you are his people, his treasured possession.” (Deut. 26:18)
I learned my Father would care for me, “The LORD is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.” (Ps. 34:18).
But, that wasn’t all. The Teacher, the Holy Spirit, spoke the Word into my heart again, this time using Scripture from Romans 12, “I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship.” At the time that all of this was happening, the youngest of my four children was a high school senior soon to graduate, and I was ‘graduating’ from my “stay-at-home” mom status. I was on the cusp of beginning a new & exciting chapter of life; I had dreams of what-could-be. But, somewhere along the way, the “living sacrifice” had crawled off the altar. So, I confessed my fear and my own weak love for God. I confessed my own strong desire for control, and I submitted my body—my life—as a living sacrifice.
God is reshaping everything in my life for His glory.
Deposit #1: God’s HEARTBEAT is to reshape everything in my life for his glory. I am his daughter. I am known, and also loved. Is. 43
Deposit #2: Because I BELONG TO HIM, GOD’S HEART IS FOR ME and HE IS MY KEEPER.
Well, by the end of 2015, things were improving. Deposits of truth about God’s worth, his faithfulness, his nearness, his steadfast love, his commitment, his desire to be my ally, were being placed in my heart, and I am so very thankful for this time. In God’s wisdom and love, he was preparing me for what would come next.
This last summer, our family moved to to a beautiful home in a nearby town. Everything about that move seemed to have God’s fingerprints all over it. But, the move itself took a steep toll on my poor little eyes. This time my eyes crashed very, very hard. There were days that all I could do was sit. My eyes were not working together at all. I had ocular pain, temporal pain, and incredible nausea. It was awful. It would be several months again before they would stabilize.
At the same time, I also was extremely fatigued. I could barely, I mean barely, go up and down the stairs. I had experienced a chronic cough for two years which was becoming more severe. I had been going to doctors who could not find the root cause. Last September, after months of waiting, I got in to see a pulmonologist. I was fully expecting another dead end. I received very unexpected news. My lung x-ray was abnormal. The doctor was fairly certain I had some form of interstitial lung disease. He just didn’t know which one. This was a devastating report. Typically, people only live for 3-5 years after this diagnosis. Then just as I was leaving the Oregon Health Clinic late that afternoon, I received a phone call. It was a police officer telling us that our 18-year-old son, James had just been in a car accident. Both of the vehicles involved were totaled. Everyone was okay.
So that evening, John and I sat in a darkened family room numb with all of the news we had received that day. It was a lot to take in.
I now know that I have mild to moderate scarring in the interstitium of the lungs. Presently, I have 59% lung capacity. I have hypersensitivity pneumonitis, and the antigen that my body is reacting to is literally everywhere. So, though I would prefer this to be a detour, the detour has become the road I am now traveling. Having HP is not necessarily a terminal diagnosis, but it could be if it keeps progressing. There is a lot of unknown; this condition is fairly rare. But, whatever I don’t know, God does know. Nothing has changed. I have never known what tomorrow will bring. Only God knows our tomorrows.
And, through all of this, I am learning that because I BELONG TO HIM, GOD’S HEART IS FOR ME and HE IS MY KEEPER. God tells me, “Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you will not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you.” (Is. 43:1-2). Every time…no matter what the trial, God keeps telling me, “I have redeemed you. I am your Father. You are mine. I am here. Don’t be afraid.” You see, I do get afraid. When life hurts, you can feel very alone. I can fear that God will abandon me and give me what I deserve. God is getting rid of the lies and telling me truth! I belong to Him; He belongs to me.
In that same passage in Is. 43, God tell us, “…you are precious in my eyes, and honored, and I love you.” It is hard for me to believe God said that and that I am that loved. Precious? Me?? But, He does say that.
God has given himself to us. He will go through affliction with us. God has proved he would rather die than lose one of us—the cross is the evidence. God so loved us that He gave us His Son Jesus to suffer for us.
Jesus has taken what I deserve, so that I don’t have to endure the worst suffering of all—life without God. Jesus is my redeemer and he has taken me on as his own personal responsibility. He understands my hurt, because He Himself has suffered.
Because I belong to Him, God’s heart is for me, He loves me, and He is my keeper. This truth is becoming sweeter to me all the time. I know myself. I know I can’t do this. I need Jesus. I so thankful that He is my keeper, and He will bring me safely home.
My disappointments, discouragements and plain ‘ole tough times do have purpose. It helps me to see that there is nothing here in this life to put my hope in that will last. Everything in this life is passing away. God’s love sent His Son Jesus to redeem our lives. Salvation is more than forgiveness of our sins, salvation is about making everything about us new. In “And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts.”