It is Easter week, a time where we are remembering and focusing on Christ's death and resurrection. For those that sacrificed something for lent you may be planning your first bite of chocolate (or whatever you gave up) in many days. Palm Sunday was a heavy day of sorrow as I reflected on the crucifixion and sacrifices made. A day of sorrow as I saw my sins nailing his hands into the cross. A day of sorrow as I saw myself as Peter, promising to never disown my Lord and not once, not twice but three times denying Him all before the rooster crowed.
As mid week approaches I am bombarded with the hustle and bustle of Easter parties for school, Easter egg hunts at church and our neighborhood. I am busy remembering what I am to buy for school, what to buy for Easter morning and making sure my kids Easter clothes fit properly. The heaviness of Sunday seems a little lighter and it is only Tuesday. First world problems are over shadowing soul saving, life giving sacrifices.
This morning I put my baby down for his morning nap and just before I go to make a shopping list for Target I am stopped in my tracks. The Lord puts it on my heart to open my bible and read the crucifixion. Suddenly all is heavy again. While I know Sunday is coming, the resurrection in this story is coming, today I am reminded to put away the to do's of this world and remember the soul saving, life giving sacrifices that were given to me and to you.
Don't let the busyness of your day or week consume you. Let the soul saving, life giving sacrifices consume you. Be overwhelmed in the part you played in nailing Him there. Be overwhelmed in the part you played in denying Him. Be overwhelmed that the Resurrection is coming!
Babbling Brooke
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Sunday, March 8, 2015
He Does Not Withdraw His Hand
In 2003 I had a benign tumor removed from my left breast. In December I began to experience a throbbing pain in my left breast in the area where the tumor was removed. I could not detect a lump or knot but the pain wasn't getting any better. When the pain started waking me in the night I grew more concerned. I called my doctor and scheduled an appointment to be seen last week. The doctor could not see me for a few days which gave me time to become extremely anxious and read way too many scary internet articles about breast pain.
I found myself texting friends and asking for prayers, my mom text her friends and my husband and I hit our knees. I hate crying in front of people but when I was driving to the grocery and my daughter said "mommy I like your hair like that" I felt the tears stream down my face. I was wondering what will she say if I lose my hair? In the grand scheme I know that my hair is an extremely trivial thing but it just shows how anxious I was.
On the day of my appointment my husband and kids circled around and prayed for a good outcome. That morning I received messages of prayer and affirmation from so many of my family and friends. When the nurse called my name I was escorted to the very exam room where it was confirmed I was pregnant with Wells. At that time I had butterflies of excitement thinking of the baby inside me, dreaming of how excited our friends and family were going to be when we told them the good news. On this day I had butterflies of a different kind, the anxiety of what could be was overwhelming.
After the doctor examining me and an ultrasound, it was determined that I have a partially torn pectoral muscle. The reason that my pain was getting worse was because I was working out pushing weighted sleds, pushups, pull-ups and weights all making my tear worse.
I got to let out a huge breath, a huge sigh of relief. I prayed a prayer of thanksgiving. I got to call my husband and tell him the good news, I got to text my family and friends. While I was celebrating other women on that very day weren't getting the same news. They were being told they had cancer. Wife's, moms, 31 year olds, women just like me were receiving life changing news.
To the women that got bad news, to the person that is reading this that just got bad news of any kind I want to share with you the words that never left me during my whole scare...
IF HE CALLS US TO THE FIRE, HE WILL NOT WITHDRAW HIS HAND
Those words are in a song that we sing at church and those words played in my head over and over. I not only heard those words I believed those words. Bad things are going to happen. It is ok to be scared and anxious. People lose jobs, people have their hearts broken, people get cancer but if you believe in the same God as me, let me remind you, He does not leave you, He does not forsake you. Friends and family may scatter but the God that we have the privilege of serving stays near and He never withdraws His hand.
I found myself texting friends and asking for prayers, my mom text her friends and my husband and I hit our knees. I hate crying in front of people but when I was driving to the grocery and my daughter said "mommy I like your hair like that" I felt the tears stream down my face. I was wondering what will she say if I lose my hair? In the grand scheme I know that my hair is an extremely trivial thing but it just shows how anxious I was.
On the day of my appointment my husband and kids circled around and prayed for a good outcome. That morning I received messages of prayer and affirmation from so many of my family and friends. When the nurse called my name I was escorted to the very exam room where it was confirmed I was pregnant with Wells. At that time I had butterflies of excitement thinking of the baby inside me, dreaming of how excited our friends and family were going to be when we told them the good news. On this day I had butterflies of a different kind, the anxiety of what could be was overwhelming.
After the doctor examining me and an ultrasound, it was determined that I have a partially torn pectoral muscle. The reason that my pain was getting worse was because I was working out pushing weighted sleds, pushups, pull-ups and weights all making my tear worse.
I got to let out a huge breath, a huge sigh of relief. I prayed a prayer of thanksgiving. I got to call my husband and tell him the good news, I got to text my family and friends. While I was celebrating other women on that very day weren't getting the same news. They were being told they had cancer. Wife's, moms, 31 year olds, women just like me were receiving life changing news.
To the women that got bad news, to the person that is reading this that just got bad news of any kind I want to share with you the words that never left me during my whole scare...
IF HE CALLS US TO THE FIRE, HE WILL NOT WITHDRAW HIS HAND
Those words are in a song that we sing at church and those words played in my head over and over. I not only heard those words I believed those words. Bad things are going to happen. It is ok to be scared and anxious. People lose jobs, people have their hearts broken, people get cancer but if you believe in the same God as me, let me remind you, He does not leave you, He does not forsake you. Friends and family may scatter but the God that we have the privilege of serving stays near and He never withdraws His hand.
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