The Clothing of Hardships and Wearing Grace: Practice of New Habits

While traveling from Ohio to North Carolina during childhood, I remember visiting some caverns around the Pennsylvania area and peering over a ledge into a running stream underneath a tourist gift shop entry. As my mother pulled me back from the flimsy rail, the guide spoke of the bottomless pond and told horrific legends of Native Americans swept away in this dark hole.

Don’t the circumstances of life sometimes feel like a bottomless, dark hole?

Why and How? Noticeably…two favorite questions common to all mankind.
“Why are You allowing this God? Why is this happening to me?”

“How will I endure this adversity? How do I continue with this present suffering?”

Bowing before Him, on the toughest days, I pose these questions. As I continue in this walk with Jesus, the Lord shows me that the better questions are “What and Who?”

For the moment all discipline seems painful rather than pleasant, but later it yields the peaceful fruit of righteousness to those who have been trained by it. Hebrews 12:11

Through many adversities, I recognize the battle that surfaces as the enemy of my God plants seeds doubt regarding the justice of God as well as the lie that He must be angry and is disciplining me out of wrath. Nevertheless, growing up without a father, my loving and patient Heavenly Father must train me in trust. He teaches that when the winds of adversity blow, He neither abandons nor tires of laboring. He is near to the brokenhearted. On my own, I am destined to fall.

When the accusing attacks of the Devil surface, the gospel of grace supplies a good part of the armor of God. I must wear the armor…especially the helmet of salvation as well as the belt of truth. As Jerry Bridges encourages in The Discipline of Grace, I must preach the gospel to myself.

“It is the gospel that will reassure us that the penalty of our sins has been paid, that God’s justice has been fully satisfied.”__Jerry Bridges

Because I long for relief, I cry out, “Why?” and then, “How?” If I maintain these outbursts, I may lapse into anger with God or a form of idolatry where longing for the answer becomes paramount. Often, God’s purposes remain unknown to me.

What we do know is that God is love and He disciplines those whom He loves. Is all discipline a result of sin? Absolutely not! Nevertheless, we are still required to yield to the discipline. A purpose God reveals to us in suffering is that He desires to produce godliness…holiness…Christ-likeness. Does yielding mean that we cannot pray for a favored outcome? Of course not!!!

But Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.” Matthew 19:26

Therefore, when facing trials, I continue to ask for the favored outcome and now pray, “What would You like to accomplish in me, Lord?” and “Who might I share these truths with?”

Certainly, I lapse into the “why” of it all. It is then that the Lord grants peace and hope through the words of the apostle Paul…

“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.” Romans 8:18

Furthermore, it is by His sufficient grace that I am enabled to endure hardship. God’s grace reaches to the deepest, darkest abyss. We know there is a bottom to every body of water named “bottomless.” The end may not be visible to us, but God sees it. God’s plan is that one day, there will be an end to suffering. Today, we must live by His grace.

As you are clothed in hardship, won’t you wear the habit of endurance with the gift of His grace?

I am praying that you run this life race well, my friends.

Moment by Moment in Him,
Brooke

For more on the Practice of New Habits, today, the lovely Ann Voskamp shares Seven Ways to Keep Your Home Strong.

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“Free at Last…I Have Seen the Promised Land”

A white woman reflecting on the truths of MLKjr…

Martin Luther King, 1964

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Although it may seem trite for a pale of skin female to remark on the words of man of color used to change the world, at the least, to change America, I am compelled to examine my heart before the Lord and the truths of Scripture as I give thanks for the truths Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. proclaimed.

Last night, on the drive home from a family birthday party in Hamlet, North Carolina, a discussion occurred on the history of the Burwell family. My husband’s namesake, the Burwell’s of Virginia owned the most slaves in the North America at one point in time. As “our” Burwell shared this information, Lindy and I sat in silence for a moment soaking in the new facts.

Lindy first replied, “What happened to all the money?” No one knew. Generations out…nothing. Praise God! Somehow, we thanked God that nothing built on slavery trickled to us. We wondered. Squandered? Removed from their hands by God? How did they entreat the slaves? Burwell shared, with limited investigation, that he found no stories of heinous treatment of slaves from this family. Nevertheless, slave-owners…big-time!!!

In further inquiry, Lindy asked, “Did anyone in the family protest slavery?” Burwell and I pondered. I questioned, “How might any person accept the culture of their lifetime when the Lord places within each, who receives Him, the ability to know His Word…to comprehend His justice and mercy?” And we explained the life of William Wilberforce to Lindy.

He who passively accepts evil is as much involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it. He who accepts evil without protesting against it is really cooperating with it. __Martin Luther King, Jr.

Together, we praised God that in our generation, He blinded our hearts to color…that we accepted changed hearts from Jesus and inherited the mindset of a different America…equality for all persons created by Him!

Prior to our births, much of America changed. Slavery ended. Judges demanded equal work for equal pay . Retribution occurred for blacks…in some ways.

Today, justice is not entirely served. Progress in equality remains a goal, and sadly, problems continue.

All progress is precarious, and the solution of one problem brings us face to face with another problem. __Martin Luther King, Jr.

Our leaders debate and create laws to ensure greater equality. The American population is often confused as to how to respond to its heritage of slavery. Politicians deliberate on how much to yield to the desires of today’s generation to accomplish payment for the past. Additionally, when agreed upon to make retribution, fulfillment of it is debated.

Finally, I ask, “what response to this issue of a history of slavery and continued racism today does God require of me?”

In walking with Jesus over the years now, He leads me to these simple answers:

1. The disciples asked Christ which commandment is the greatest…to which, “Jesus said to them, ‘You shall love the LORD your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind.’ This is the first and great commandment.And the second is like it: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.” Matthew 22: 37-39.

2. Blessed are the peacemakers, For they shall be called sons of God. Matthew 5:9

As Christ-followers, we are to pursue peace. We may do that today in our generation. I can be responsible for my own actions today.

Peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek, but a means by which we arrive at that goal.__Martin Luther King, Jr.

3. “For as the body without the spirit is dead, so faith without works is dead also.” James 2:26

Always be prepared to obey the Lord in action with the guidance of His Spirit and the love of Christ.  Reading the news, following the making of laws, voting, and above all, praying for those laboring in these areas is essential to my obedience to Christ on this issue of racism in America today and the Christian’s present response to slavery. If I ignore these areas, I am guilty of having a dead faith. The Christ-follower should continue to grow in obedience in these areas. I pray that God continues to stretch me.

Moment by Moment in Him,
Brooke

The Love Habit of Marriage: Growing the Gift

Isaiah 40:31
but those who hope in the LORD
   will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
   they will run and not grow weary,
   they will walk and not be faint.

“Oh, Lord! Don’t take her now!” He raced to the side of his bride.

Fifteen wonderful and difficult years together. For better or worse. In year two, the worse happened. And his teary eyes gazed as the skies ferried her away, not to Heaven, but with the lifting of a helicopter. The flight saved her life.

The Lord granted that the wife stay…for now…partnering through the ups and downs…through the difficult and the deliverance.

How may one express the habit of love shared between two united as one? Two who held their girl together while her soul left her body to join Jesus forever. Two who rationed in times of lean. Two who celebrated on days of undeserved blessing. Two souls knitted together in Him with fibers bound and twisted such that one is not distinguished without the other. The inexplicable agape gift of the eros of marriage.

Nothing fashioned the heart of the wife with healing more than the husband reading the Word. He poured into the life of another and cherished her in the sweet and simple moments of life with a little verse shared or a gospel truth taught.

God vested a mighty picture while the husband lead an untamed bride with a heart like a tiger on the prowl. By the bedside in the darkest of days, he fed meat into the heart and mind of a ravenous beast of a woman filled with questions and uncertainty. He answered not for God, but loved by the grace of God. And the Father melted the mara rising within her as the living and active words of the Savior rolled over and into the brittle bones of a woman in the spiritual desert. God breathed peace into the heart of the woman while the husband nurtured with the Word.

Continuously, God reaches me through the arms of my husband. The spark is rarely magical and electrifying, but it is always supernatural. Simply a gift from above that renews the heart of an egoist like me to allow self to die and display the love freely given by the Father to me. With repeated fumbling and unjustified wounding of the tongue, only the Lord is able to set two hearts ablaze for one another year after year.

You can give without loving. But you cannot love without giving. — Amy Carmichael

Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good. –C. S. Lewis

Moment by Moment in Jesus,
Brooke

Growing the Gift: The How-To’s of Togetherness in Marriage

1. Select a Scripture verse for your marriage. We have two: Isaiah 40:31 and Matthew 5:16. Memorize it. Write it down in several places or have the verse framed. Return to this verse and pray it back to the Lord.

2. Talk daily. Listen daily. Pray for one another daily.

3. Meditate on the Scripture together, even if you may not have time to sit and read a lengthy passage or devotion on that day. Either of you initiate prayer…maybe in a phone call. “Honey, let’s pray.” Share with each other Scripture and spiritual truths regularly.

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Broken to Beautiful: When You Don’t Understand

Squealing with excitement, the girls jumped up from the dining room table. In an instant, probably the most valuable monetary item in our home shattered. The antique teapot, once owned by my great-grandmother and given to me by my Nannie, broke into unrepairable pieces. Mercifully and oddly, considering my disappointment, the Lord enabled me to extend grace to the girls for the clear accident.

On that day, the shattered “earthen vessel,” the common collective term for pottery in the Bible (Leviticus 6:21; Numbers 5:17; Jeremiah 32:14), symbolized the brokenness I experienced spiritually. As I picked up the pieces of the teapot, I spoke to the Lord, “Why does it seem that much I hold dear in this life is shattered, destroyed or taken from me, God?”

Why cry over a teapot? Thankfully, I did not. Although in my thoughts, the crushed teapot represented my crushed heart. I already cried an ocean for the daughter who died so young, for the babies I could not birth, for the pain of abandonment from my earthly father in my youth, for fractured health, for the loss of noble dreams, and more. Why such internal shattering?

Through these difficulties, the Lord Himself did not desire to crush and crack and pound me, but in allowing the afflictions, nothing escaped His watchful eye. As the fallen sin of this world hammered blows at my earthen vessel, God foreknew all. In His sovereignty, He allowed the suffering…the breaking.

Whereas I remained unable to create a beautiful teapot once again from my shattered vessel, the Lord in His infinite wisdom created a new vessel, a new “me,” with shattered pieces.

Only the Potter has the power to shape the worthless clay into something of value.  “Woe to the one who quarrels with his Maker– An earthenware vessel among the vessels of earth! Will the clay say to the potter, `What are you doing?’ Or the thing you are making say, `He has no hands’?” Isaiah 45:9

And the Lord granted me acceptance, that as the Potter, He has planned the finished piece. I may not understand the brokenness or how the shattered pieces will come together, but I do not need to understand because I am not the Potter. I am merely the earthen vessel. My job is to trust by faith, weak and small, that the Potter makes the broken into beautiful.

Moment by Moment in Jesus,
Brooke

Dear Father, Mold me, shape me, transform me into the image of Your Son. Thank You for Your perfect will. I accept by faith the things I do not understand. I trust that You are making the broken and shattered pieces in my life into something beautiful. In Jesus’ Name. Amen.

The Safety of Hiding

(You may wish to play as you read.)

“1-2-3-4…60! One minute! Ready or not, here I come!”

The expert Hider finds “the spot,” breathes lightly, and remains hidden, while “IT” searches rigorously. Hider waits patiently and quietly. The preferred outcome is for “IT” to give up and “the spot” to remain unknown. “The spot” then remains a secret place for refuge during the favored game.

More than a simple game of hide-and-seek, life requires that we take shelter. Storms rage..tsunamis of spiritual woes on account of sin, whirlwinds of bereavements and temporal losses, quaking from enemy attacks of taunting, threats, slander and other persecutions, hurricanes of common stressors, and countless mysterious tempests.

And where rests our hiding place? The Lord Jesus Christ alone is our Hiding Place.

Jesus is an inviting shelter. Protector. Deliver. Conqueror. Shield. Refuge.

Our glorified and risen Savoir weathered the storm of the punishment for sin. He took the pelts of hail, the bolts of lightening, the sting and heat of the sandstorm of the desert upon Calvary. As Charles Spurgeon states, the Man Christ hid us from the penalty of our transgressions “by being weather-beaten Himself.”

David cried, “Save me from my enemies, LORD; I run to you to hide me.” Psalm 143:9

And so, we must cry, “Hide me LORD!” For it is under the shadow of His wings that we may find clear skies of joy and peace.

Enter the hiding place of Jesus Christ! Do more than hear of it, talk of it, and wish of it. Receive His refuge. In the midst of a tornado, would we stand and stare in the open or would we take shelter in low ground? Through the eye of a hurricane, would we run into the calm for the back end of the storm to pelt us, or would we seek the most stable and secure fortress available?

Spurgeon further states, “A shelter is nothing if we stand in front of it. The main thought with many a would-be-Christian is his own works, feelings, and attainments: this is to stand on the windy side of the wall by putting self before Jesus. Our safety lies in getting behind Christ, in letting him stand in the wind’s eye. We must be altogether hidden, or Christ cannot be our hiding place.”

“He must increase, but I must decrease.” John 3:30

Dear Lord, please enable me to take refuge in the safety of Your wings. Hide me in the shelter of Your embrace. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

Moment by Moment in Jesus,
Brooke

 

Melt My Icy Heart, Lord

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I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! Rev. 3:15 Spiritually, seasons change. The heart grows cold and weary. Likened to ice upon a tree…with the bitter, coldness … Continue reading

Stumble Slowly: The Practice of New Habits

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