Wednesday, July 29, 2015

goodness and sovereignty and boxes

God is sovereign.

God is good.

May I just say, "ugh?"  (Please bear with me on this… I know what you are thinking all you "spiritually mature" Christians…)  I know, I have been stuck here for a while...

What does being sovereign even mean?  I think it means God is in control, nothing is a surprise to Him, nothing happens in this world without God's permission. The devil cannot pull a fast one on Him because He knows what is going to happen before it even happens.  Ultimately, it is His plan that is coming into fruition.  Not mine, not yours, and especially not the devil's.

When we say God is sovereign, we are saying God sometimes creates babies and then takes them, He allows suffering, and it is a part of His plan.  And now I sit here choking as I have a million times while trying to swallow this jagged pill called "my ways are higher than yours."

In my humanness I am weak and confused, and I am broken and hurt and I am desperately grasping for some control.   I question Him out of anger and grief.  I miss the days where I felt like I was protected from harm, from tragedy, from death.  It was then that God fit into "my little box."  Is that what I really want? To limit God like that? No, of course not, because I want to know Him for real.  But, I also really miss my son.  I long for days of knowing my babies.  What do they look like, sound like, and who would they be?  God knows these things and I am so jealous.  I just wish they were here.  I wish life was fair.

For the past year or so, I have fiercely protected my idea of what His goodness looks like inside my little box. Don't you dare say that the babies that died inside of me, or you, or her, were a part of His plan.  (Although I am learning it is ALL part of it- yes still choking on that pill.)  We walk a dangerous line when we try and assume causation.  It is cruel and wounding.  Babies dying is very, very wrong.  God mourns these babies too, and I doubt He would say, "oh don't be sad, I am in control, it is all in my plan... I did this to teach you something...  I did this so you could grow strong, you were getting weak...  I did this because I was protecting you…"  No, no, no. Instead, he cries over death, because it wasn't supposed to be this way.

We will know when we see our Savior face to face.  He will make things right.  Then, and only then, will I be capable of understanding any reason for a baby to die- when the veil of sin is lifted and the tears wiped away and all things are made new.  We will understand on that side of heaven, not this side.

Because His ways are higher.

His goodness and sovereignty and boxes don't belong together.  And I will keep learning this over and over until I don't have to anymore.  It will take a lifetime I'm sure.

I was so timely reminded of biblical hope again when I watched a dear sweet Hope Mommy friend's testimony this week.  Her husband says, "If we're hopeful it's because things will someday be made right, and all things sad will come untrue, and darkness will be swallowed up in light, and joy will run rampant and all will be well."

Such a sweet reminder of who our God really is and what He is up to.  He really is good, even when we can't see, even when life is not fair and our babies die.  It is not my job to fit His goodness and sovereignty into my human box.  That is the devil's scheme.  I serve a God who is limitless, who is higher.  I serve a God who has good things for me and who loves me beyond comprehension.  He is sovereign AND He is good.

When all the questions settle and the pride fades, when my heart is soft and my mind is open, when my focus is on Jesus, I begin to feel peace again.  When I forget my box, I can feel His love and goodness again.  I trust His sovereignty.  I feel the hope of heaven flood my being and a smile can finally move across my face again.

We are called to be hopefully and joyfully His. 

Why do I fight so hard to limit Him?  Do you?

Thursday, July 2, 2015


Man, have I been through a season!  A season that I felt ashamed to write about actually.  I was a little embarrassed to read my last post.  No, a lot of embarrassed.

God and I have done quite a bit of wrestling.  I have questioned his goodness, his intentions, his plan, and the importance of the purpose in all of my suffering.  And it didn't help that there was this thing they call depression clinging to my body like a cold, wet blanket.  Nothing in the world was right, I saw no beauty, no purpose.

This season was gross.  It was grief, depression, grief, a little bit of avoidance, and a little bit of resentment.  Ok, a whole lot of resentment.

What purpose is good enough?  Doesn't He value the life he creates?  How could there be any "reason" good enough for Him to take babies so soon… on purpose?  And please… if you don't know the pain of losing a child DO NOT attempt to explain it away with some cheap cliche.  It adds to our grief to know that someone is "over it" because they have tied my baby's death up in a pretty little package with a nice shiny bow on the top.  It is dismissive, and I'm sure it's not meant to be dismissive, it's meant to be helpful, but think about it…

If you fell and broke your leg and I say, "oh it was all in God's plan!"  Did that help?
If your dog got run over by a car and I say, "oh God needed another animal up in heaven!"  (pshhhh like he needs animals?!?) Did that help?
If your spouse cheated on you and I say, "oh it'll all be ok, just wait for God's timing!" Did that help?
And if your 10 year old son drown in a lake and I say, "oh God's protecting you or him from something worse!"

Get it????  No, not helpful.  Hurtful.

Ok, I'm done with my soapbox.  My point in all of this negative talk that makes "normal" people uncomfortable is actually simple…

It's growth.

If I hadn't felt the wave, accepted the depression, wallowed in my hurt, searched for the answers to my questions, I would have missed the growth.  Sister, if you've lost a child, I know you are shaken down to your core.  Anything good and sovereign about God that you once believed is tested to the max now.    Everyone's relationship with God before their loss is different, heck, I thought mine was pretty strong, but comparing is a dangerous road.  All I know is the house that I had built with Him, the relationship that I shared with Him, was completely knocked down to it's foundation.  I found some cracks in it, and He has been revealing himself to me so that we can fill those cracks and start building again.

Be angry, be hurt, be broken, be whatever you are, but do it at the feet of God.
Bring it to him as an offering, because sister, He knows it's all you've got.

"'Deeply hurt, Hannah prayed to the Lord and wept with many tears.'
-1 Samuel 1:10
'I've been praying from the depth of my anguish and resentment,' she said.  From the depth of her anguish and resentment.  The good, the bad, and the painful- Hannah brought it all to her God as an act of worship.'" -quoted from this devotion at She Reads Truth

Did you catch that?  Worship.  When we bring our brokenness to the one and only Healer, it is an act of worship.  Shoot, and all this time, we've been taught by the world to believe that feeling this way is not "grieving well."  Well, sister, you just worship your heart out and don't let the devil trick you into believing you're doing it wrong.  Bring it to Him.  Search for His peace and just rest in it.

I am learning to be ok with all of these new feelings and experiences.  Like when I catch a glimpse of Jaxon's perfect face on my mantle at the same moment my belly jumps in response to my precious baby girl playing in my ribs.  Just like her brother :)  The strange new mixture of sadness and joy flood my body in the same 5 seconds, it is just… confusing.  I am sad that his will not be one of the faces welcoming her into this world, but am elated at the thought of holding this beautiful baby girl gift in my arms.  And then I feel guilty for being 19 months out, which means that sometimes my excitement overshadows my sorrow.  And knowing that it is ok to feel that way.  I think the strangest I have felt was during the Mother's Day weekend, when my little baby Jensen was due.  Jensen would have been in my arms that weekend, but if that were true, the beloved baby girl currently in my belly wouldn't exist.  I wasn't overcome with sadness, just strange tingles.  Confused?  I don't even know what to call it...

With all of this being said, Happy July everyone! Happy summer, happy friendship, happy swimming, happy ice cream, happy life.  My worn out, weary, broken self is welcoming a new season and I couldn't be more ready for it.  The sun is out, I've got my shades on, my flowers planted, and I'm ready to smile and I'm ready to worship.  I'm going to bring the good and the bad, the pretty and the ugly.  And I'm going to be ok because I am His.  :)  And in case you didn't catch it, we are expecting a baby girl, due at the end of August!!!

My God, I thank you for life and I thank you for peace and redemption.  I thank you for taking my sorrow and my anger and my resentment and not holding it against me.  I thank you for washing me white as snow and gifting me with salvation and the unwavering hope of seeing my babies, all of my babies.  Because I know, I do not deserve it.