How Are You Doing As a Custodian of Faith?

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We are all the custodian of something.
We are all the custodian of something.

I was working as a substitute teacher last week and we had the fourth graders out on the playground. I had my eyes on the kids on the swings when some commotion on the basketball court caught my attention. Apparently, some wasps had made a nest inside the basketball goal. When the basketball was thrown into the hoop, a few came out. What do you think happened next? Do you think those children ran away in fear?

Nope, they continued to throw the ball at the hoop and created a swarm. After I scolded them and moved them all far away from the swarm, I told another teacher and she radioed the office. A few short minutes later, the custodian arrived. He’s an older gentleman who has worked at the school for many years.

I pointed out the problem to him and he said he would get some spray. When I told him the wasps would likely be hard to get to, he didn’t bat an eye when he told me he would get a ladder. This man was willing to get inches away from stinging wasps to keep the children safe. I then watched him cross the playground and fix a hole in the fence, again keeping the kids safe. He obviously takes his job very seriously.

When we think of custodians, we often think of janitors, people who clean up messes. But, when I looked up the definition for custodian, the first one was: a person who has responsibility for or looks after something. The synonyms were: keeper, guardian, steward and protector. This man clearly was way more than a janitor; he was a custodian.

Then I began to think about all of the things in our daily lives that we are the custodians of, from our homes and cars to our marital relationships and friendships. We are certainly the custodians of our children and pets and sometimes our parents. I think for the most part, we take these physical jobs fairly seriously. We make dinner and keep doctor appointments. We lend a hand or an ear when a friend needs us.

But, how do we do with our faith. Do we consider ourselves custodians of our faith. Do we protect it and guard it? Are we good stewards? When someone in our church stirs up a wasp nest, are we willing to get a ladder and get close, to get it taken care of permanently or do we run away?

How about out in our communities, when something gets stirred up regarding our faith, do we stand fast or do we duck out heads and walk away? How about in our country or in the world at large? How are we as Christians, doing as custodians of our faith? What sort of message are we sending the world about what we believe and is it a message that Jesus would be proud of?

Luke 12:48 tells us that, “When someone has been given much, much will be required in return; and when someone has been entrusted with much, even more will be required.”

I don’t know about you, but I definitely fall into that category. I think I need to give some thought and prayer on being a better custodian to all that has been entrusted to me. What do you think? How are you doing?

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

 

Praying for Hope

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Praying for hope when there seems to be none, is something we can all do.
Praying for hope when there seems to be none, is something we can all do.

The world is still reeling from the news last week of the death of Robin Williams. The fact that it was suicide makes it even more devastating. How could a man who brought so much joy and laughter to the lives of so many people, actually take his own life? As we were all grasping for answers, it was released that he had been suffering from severe depression. Some people even said it had been inevitable.

The fact that anyone would consider suicide inevitable, really bothers me. Quite frankly, considering anything inevitable, on this side of heaven bothers me. The definition of inevitable is unavoidable or certain to happen. When we say that something like suicide is certain to happen, that means we have taken any sort of spiritual intervention off of the table.

Do we believe that, “Nothing is impossible with God;” or not?

As Christians, when we learn that someone has cancer. We immediately begin to pray for them. They usually seek some form of treatment in the form of chemotherapy, radiation or surgery and we put them on the prayer list at our church. There will be pleas for prayers all over Facebook. Why should depression be any different?

Depression is an illness. Statistics report that 1 in 10 Americans suffer from it. I wonder why those people never make the prayer list. My church prayer list has a variety of illnesses listed and prayers are asked not only for members, but for friends and neighbors. Not once have I ever seen depression listed.

Do we  believe that God can’t heal minds as well as bodies? Is it possible that people are too embarrassed to ask for prayer for mental illness? If that is the case, then we, the members of the Body of Christ, need to do a better job in spreading love, hope and joy. We need to encourage those among us, who we suspect are depressed, to seek treatment, just like we would do for someone with cancer. But then, we need to pray for them and encourage them to pray.

It seems to me that someone who would commit suicide has lost all sense of hope, hope that life will get any better, hope that they will ever feel any better, hope that there’s a God out there who loves them and has a plan.

Christians are in the business of spreading and sharing hope. With approximately 25 million adults suffering from depression, according to another statistic, we have a lot of work to do. We need to get this illness out of the shadows and onto the prayer list. We need to encourage physical treatment and we need to pray for intervention on the spiritual side.

We are physical and spiritual beings; why would we cover one aspect of ourselves and not the other? I pray that the tragic death of Robin Williams will get depression out of the shadows and into doctor’s offices as well as onto our church prayer lists. Suicide is never inevitable; for nothing is impossible with God.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

 

Appreciating the Bare Spots

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This leafless limb always annoyed me when I looked out my window.
This leafless limb always annoyed me when I looked out my window.

There is a limb on an oak tree, outside my bathroom window, with no leaves on it. It annoys me every time I look out at the trees. It’s surrounded by limbs full of lush green leaves. Instead of appreciating all of the beautiful foliage that surrounds it, my eyes always seem to go directly to that bare spot. I wonder why it has to be there. It’s too high for my hubby to cut. Why can’t it just fall on its own?

My life can be like that too, I suppose. Everything can be going great. Everyone is healthy and relatively happy. (I do have teenagers!) Life can be overall really good, but there can be one small bare spot among all of the goodness and I can find myself focusing on that.

Perhaps you have experienced that too? Maybe everything is going great, but you hate your car. Maybe you have a great job, but you really dislike your boss or one of your co-workers. Maybe there’s a particular person in a club, group, or class that you are involved with, who aggravates you to no end. Maybe you have a job that pays very well, but offers you no satisfaction. The list is endless of the little things that we allow to consume our thoughts.

We can become so focused on the bare spots in our lives hat we start to miss all of the good things. We begin to forget all of the abundant blessings that we do have. Sometimes, there’s a good reason for those bare spots.

Look what I saw perched on that bare, unappealing limb.
Look what I saw perched on that bare, unappealing limb.

As I was gazing out the window this weekend, guess what I spied sitting on that leafless branch? Yes, that’s a hummingbird. I had to look closely to see it, but there it was. As I continued to watch, it flew away and returned over and over and its mate did as well.

So, all of this time that I had cursed this bare limb, it was providing perfect refuge for a tiny hummingbird. It couldn’t have provided rest for a hawk or an owl; they are too big and it would likely break under their weight, but it seemed to have been tailor- made for the hummingbird.

This got me to thinking about the bare spots in my life. What if there’s a reason that some things don’t go as perfectly as I plan in my own mind? What if God is using those spots that I see as bare, to create something else entirely? What if I were to learn to give thanks in all circumstances and know that God is always at work, and then intentionally focus on the abundance and all of the good?

Hey, there are two Bible verses there. “Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” 1 Thessalonians 5:18 and “Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable- if anything is excellent or praiseworthy- think about such things.” Philippians 4:8

Hmmm, I may be onto something here. What do you think about appreciating the bare spots or at least not focusing on them? I’d love to hear from you.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

 

If the Mona Lisa was a Book…

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Every August, we start a new year with a fresh crop of sixth graders.
Every August, we start a new school year with a fresh crop of sixth graders.

My hubby and I teach a middle school Sunday School class during the school year. We take a break for the summer to rest and rejuvenate and reconnect with our adult class. It’s always fun, but I also look forward to getting back to the kids, which is kind of  a miracle in itself.

I said for years I’d be willing to work with any group of kids except for middle-schoolers, only to find that God has really given me a heart to work with this age group. I suppose simply living produces a learning all on its own.

We have a fairly large crop of new kids this year, ones who have just entered the sixth grade. Our class is usually very different from what they have been involved in before. We all sit in a circle and everyone has to talk. They only balk on that the first couple of Sundays and then they are totally into it. Kids this age really love to talk about themselves.

We ask them to bring their Bibles every Sunday and give them a Jolly Rancher when they do. They catch onto that pretty quickly too. We have them look up verses and read, no iPhones allowed, and then we try to relate it to their lives. We feel that the key to a desire to learn about God’s word is to make them understand that it has relevance to their lives. Isn’t that they key for everyone?

I think that the Bible is like the Mona Lisa. Her eyes are supposed to follow you wherever you are in the room. The Bible speaks to you wherever you are in your life.

We always like to start with the story of  Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego, found in the Book of Daniel. Most of them are familiar with the story because of their miraculous rescue from the fiery furnace, but when we have them actually read it, we are able to point out similarities to their lives.

First of all, we point out that the three friends and Daniel, were taken as captives to Babylon. The culture was completely different. They ate different foods and drank a lot of alcohol. They worshiped different gods. At this point we ask them how different middle school is from their elementary school environment. This is where many of the eighth graders will chime in about all of the foul language. Peer pressure inevitably comes up and they all have something to add.

As we read further, we find that these friends stood together and refused to eat the foreign food and drank just water and remained incredibly healthy. They didn’t try to fit in by doing things they knew were wrong. Then they refused to bow down to a golden statue even though not doing so would result in them being thrown into the fiery furnace.

They stuck together and they prayed together and God delivered them. Then we talk to them about their friends and choices of friends. Is peer pressure always bad?  What happens when friends pray for each other and when they stick together and refuse to bow down to whatever may be going on in middle school? What would have happened if one of them caved and gave into the pressure to go against God?

They usually leave intrigued by the notion that the Bible is relevant in their young lives and I too, always leave a little amazed by God’s ability to speak to all of us wherever we are on the age spectrum or faith spectrum.

If you haven’t read the about Daniel and his three friends in awhile, check it out. It really is some amazing stuff. It may surprise you on how it relates to you on your walk at this very moment.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

First Fruits

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The Bible tells us to give God our first fruits.
The Bible tells us to give God our first fruits.

My hubby and I were discussing our church’s financial issues recently, along with the idea of tithing. The idea of ten percent comes from the Old Testament in Leviticus and Numbers and has to do with taking care of the priests. In the New Testament, not surprisingly, Jesus tells them to give generously to all who are in need.

I love this about Jesus. He wasn’t bound by a mere number. He liked to raise the bar on the human heart. He wasn’t nearly as interested in the legalistic as he was in matters of the heart. He was more impressed by the poor widow who only had two coins to drop in the offering plate, than the rich man who gave the prescribed amount.

Our conversation turned away from actual money, but to physical and spiritual tithing. How much of our actual time do we give to the church? Is it even close to ten percent? How about spiritually? How much time each day do we spend in prayer or Bible study? How much time do we spend growing our faith? Is it at the top of the list everyday or do we fall into bed at the end of the day and say a quick bedtime prayer as we fall asleep?

God’s feelings about our gifts to Him are made clear in the Cain and Abel story. He accepted Abel’s sacrifice because it was the best of what he had grown, the first fruits. Cain only brought, “some” of what he had, not his best. I wonder if we are doing much better than Cain? Are we giving God our first thoughts and steps of the day? Does our service to our church community find itself first on our to do list, or do we wait sometime til Saturday night to even think about church? Do we go an entire week without talking to God?

I was reading in a recent Bible study where Paul was fussing at the Hebrews. “You have been believers so long now, that you ought to be teaching others. Instead, you need someone to teach you again the basic things about God’s word. You are like babies who need milk and cannot eat solid food.” Hebrews 5:12

Has our modern society with limitless amounts of information at our fingertips, really decided that we simply can’t understand the Bible, so we wait until Sunday mornings and limit our learning to one hour? I feel like that probably does not qualify as first fruits.

The more I learn about the Christians being persecuted in Iran and Iraq, the more I feel like we need to get back to giving God our first fruits. The world is in turmoil. I think that we not only need to pray; we need to read God’s Book and get really grounded in what we believe. We need to give our time as much as our money to causes close to the heart of Jesus. The church definitely qualifies.

I heard Joyce Meyer say one time, “As a Christian, when you get up in the morning and your feet hit the floor, hell should shake with fear.” We have been given that kind of power. What we do with it, is up to us.

What’s your take on physical and spiritual tithing? I’d love to hear from you.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

We Only Have to Do What We are Called to Do

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This bee never questions its calling. It simply works hard at pollinating.
This bee never questions its calling. It simply works hard at pollinating.

I have had so many wonderful conversations with God this summer while tending my garden. One of them was the fact that in a garden there are many insects. They are all different, but they all have an important job. This little bee was very busy pollinating my squash blooms. It doesn’t seem like much, yet I would have no squash without the bee. I watched that bee for a little while and it went from bloom to bloom. It never seemed to tire and it never stopped to question its existence.

This ladybug is always at work too. She rids my tender plants of pests that will harm them.
This ladybug is always at work too. She rids my tender plants of pests that will harm them.

I photographed this ladybug on my okra plants. Ladybugs are good insects that eat the bad ones who would harm my plants and keep them from producing. The ladybug flies from plant to plant eating the bad bugs. She’s like a little super hero. God even provided her with an awesome little red and black uniform.

This spider moves to wherever the pests are.
This spider moves to wherever the pests are.

Then there is the garden spider. I confess that I am a reformed spider hater. They have always creeped me out. But, when this one appeared, I knew she had a reason to be there, so I left her undisturbed, even when she was blocking a tomato that was ready to be picked. But, I learned something about spiders this summer, they move their webs to where the bugs are. If I had a tomato or a squash with a hole in it that had drawn bugs to it, the spider would be close by. She moved around to get her job done, kind of like the ladybug. She still kind of scares me and I always look for her before I pick anything, but she has a job to do and she’s getting it done.

My hubby and I used to watch the news every morning on a television in our kitchen. When our cable provider decided that every television in the house would require a box to work, we had to get rid of the kitchen television. We switched to music and its been fun and freeing. However, we have been completely out of the world news loop.

We have known that Israel has been under attack and we have been praying for the safety of the people in the Jewish country. We haven’t known the details, but we know in our hearts that Israel will always be under attack until Jesus comes back.

I have just learned some of the horrific details of the Christians under attack in Iraq and I have been moved to tears. I have been praying for their safety and for world intervention. Then there’s the Ebola virus that is sweeping through Africa. I spent the entire day yesterday questioning the purpose of the simple words that I share here about my truthfully, bountiful life and God’s presence in it. I felt guilty for living in complete safety with abundance. Shouldn’t I be doing more?

I prayed a lot about it and this morning, God brought me back to my garden pictures. All of the little insects are doing what they are called to do. I haven’t been called to Africa to fight Ebola or to the foreign mission field. I haven’t been called to physically render aid to our persecuted brothers and sisters in Iraq and Israel fighting for their lives. For the moment, I have been called to write about God’s existence in the world around me and to share it with others.

Just by doing what I am called to do, makes me a success in God’s eyes. If I can make just one person seek more of God in their lives, I feel successful in my own eyes. Your calling is different than mine. No two will be exactly alike. No one knows why God calls us to do different things, but faith leads to obedience and that’s truly all He asks of us.

We are all important pieces of God’s plan, in His eyes. Feeling insignificant doesn’t come from Him. So, I will do on this day what I am called to do and share with you. What are you called to do? Let’s get to it!

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Giving Thanks in All Circumstances

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Today, I'm thankful for a sink full of dirty dishes.
Today, I’m thankful for a sink full of dirty dishes.

Our dishwasher died last week. It gave us  no warning. We turned it on and it sounded like it was chopping up glass. It wouldn’t drain and the dishes were a mess. I am blessed to be married to a man who can fix just about anything. His mother was a child of the Great Depression and he grew up not throwing anything away.

He took the dish washer apart. He thought he had it fixed. I ran one load and then it got worse. If we called somebody out to fix it, there would be a trip charge of a hundred bucks. It was already nine years old; so we made the decision to go dishwasher shopping over the weekend.

I love modern appliances, but I hate spending money on them. You know, kind of like getting a new roof or new tires, they cost a lot of money and you never feel like you have much to show for it.

So, for almost a week, I have been doing dishes by hand at least three times a day and I have not been very happy about it. I don’t have a dish drainer, so they are spread out all over my counter tops. I’m having to wash dish towels all of the time because they are always wet.

While I was washing dishes for what seemed like the tenth time, the other day, I was praying about my attitude. I always try to look for the silver lining in every situation, but I was struggling to find one. As I was asking God how I could possibly be thankful in this situation, I could almost hear His quiet reply.

“At least you have dishes; some people don’t. At least you have food to go on those dishes and make them dirty; there are millions of people who are hungry.  At least you have clean running water. There are many people who don’t have access to clean water period, much less hot running water.”

I was humbled as I should have been. Of course, He was right. I was whining and complaining about such a small, insignificant problem in the big scheme of things. My life is pretty good. I have been blessed with abundance, but sometimes I forget.

The Bible tells us to, “Always be joyful. Never stop praying. Be thankful in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you who belong to Christ Jesus.” 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

That is sometimes a tall order. It’s easy to be thankful when everything is going well, but when it’s not; that’s another story. We all struggle with being thankful when times are tough, but God knows that. He made us and He understands. It’s okay to fail; we just need to make an effort and remember to pray. Even when we don’t know how to pray, the Holy Spirit does and joy, patience and peace are some of the fruits of those prayers.

As for me, I’m thankful for the reminder to always give thanks. I’m supposed to get a new dishwasher delivered mid-week. Until then, I’m thankful for a sink full of dirty dishes.

Have you ever had a hard time being thankful? Did prayer help? I’d love to hear from you.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Never Say Never

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Looks like I'm going camping.
Looks like I’m going camping.

When my kids were little, we used to take them camping every summer. As they got older, we went with some other families from church. My sweet hubby loves to camp and he does all of the cooking while we are there. I mean serious cooking. We don’t eat honey buns for breakfast. We have eggs, bacon and pancakes and most importantly, coffee. For dinner, he grills chicken or smokes something and it’s delicious.

At one point, though, my daughter was no longer interested in going and quite frankly, neither was I. Camping takes so much planning. I have to pack everything, but the kitchen sink and then everything comes home wet and has to be washed. It’s exhausting. I was done. Then we got a new youth pastor. She was young and energetic. She loved the idea of taking the middle schoolers camping and including the rising sixth graders as a welcome to the youth group.

Both of my kids were included in this group; so I grudgingly agreed to go. It rained most of the time on Saturday, but the kids had a ball and truthfully, so did I. We had the opportunity to have them outside in God’s Creation, away from electronics and they loved every minute of it. They bonded with each other and created community.

The next year when we went, my daughter had just finished 8th grade. She would not be eligible to go on the trip the following year. I figured my hubby could go with my son. I announced, very publicly, my retirement from camping, once again.

Today, my hubby and I had a meeting with our young, energetic youth pastor right after Sunday School. We had many things to discuss. When we got to the camping trip, I was ready to tell her to count me out. But, she and my hubby got to planning. They decided it would be a fabulous idea to combine the high school and middle school youth and invite all of the families too, for a youth family camping trip. For those who didn’t want to camp, the parents could come and spend the day on Saturday and stay for dinner.

I found myself once again, inexplicably, being drawn into camping plans. I even found myself getting excited about it.

Once I got home I found myself talking to God about it and laughing. His plans quite often, don’t line up with mine. I write about the importance of community all of the time. I also write about the wonder of God’s Creation and how I believe that one of Satan’s big schemes is to keep us indoors and away from God’s wonder. How could I possibly say no to a chance to build community and be out in nature at the same time? I couldn’t.

I have come to understand on my faith walk, that I sometimes get called to go where I wouldn’t have chosen to go on my own. But, I have also learned that when I obey His call I am always blessed and I have the opportunity to bless others. So, I’m going camping and for some reason, I’m looking forward to it. God works in mysterious ways!

Have you ever been called to do something you said you never would do? I’d love to hear from you.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Your Testimony

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We sometimes forget how beautiful and freeing grace can be.
We sometimes forget how beautiful and freeing grace can be.

I have a dear friend who has spent the past year and a half, wrestling with God. She was raised Catholic, but had lapsed for the most part. Her son, had friends who invited him to the Baptist church. He really loved it and kept telling her how much he was learning about the Bible. She decided to attend.

She also loved it, but had no intention of joining. Jesus had a different plan and repeatedly put on her heart that she needed to join. The thing was that they wouldn’t accept her Catholic baptism. They wanted her to profess her faith as an adult and be dunked. She wrestled with Jesus for a long time about it.

She told me that he kept telling her that she needed to be baptized. I told her if that was the case, she better get baptized. I asked her if it ever occurred to her, that if she would be obedient, that she could stop wrestling. She smiled and shook her head.

She and her son were both baptized last Sunday. She asked me if I knew what all joining the church entailed. I told her she had been baptized. Now, she and her son would simply stand in front of the congregation and publicly say they wanted to join. Then she asked me about her testimony. She said that word kept coming up and wasn’t really sure what it meant.

I told her that it’s simply your story. How exactly did you find your way to Jesus? What sorts of detours did you take along the way?

She considers her past quite checkered and has had a lot of regrets. When we have talked about it before, I reminded her that there are no degrees of sin. It’s all the same in God’s eyes and it’s all bad. Her sins are no worse than anyone else’s. That kind of thought comes from Satan, not Jesus.

But, that day, after her baptism, when we were talking about the concept of testimony, her story had changed. She said she was happy to share her past if it would help others. Then she intently looked at me and said, “I mean, I have no reason to be ashamed, right?”

I can’t tell you the joy I felt at her words. She really had, “gotten it.” She truly understood and embraced grace. I told her, “no.” She had no reason to be ashamed. Jesus had washed all of the past away. She was forgiven and loved.

That’s the beautiful freeing power of grace. So many of us lifelong Christians forget the freedom that comes from knowing Jesus. We are forgiven. We are loved. Jesus doesn’t care about our baggage. We have work to do.

And as far as your testimony, she nailed it. If you can help somebody on their faith journey with it, by all means share, but that should be the only reason you feel the need to bring up your past mistakes. Jesus has moved on and we should too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Teaching Trust

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Whenever I try to teach my kids to trust in God's plan, He always intervenes.
Whenever I try to teach my kids to trust in God’s plan, He always intervenes.

My kids started back to school today after a fabulous summer break. They were not happy. My son spent his last day of sweet summer with friends in the neighborhood, riding bikes and enjoying the outdoors. My daughter met some friends at a pool and then we added a few more and they convened in our basement to talk about the perils of school and how they dreaded it.

I had to run a quick errand to pick up some drum sticks for my son when my daughter called panicked. While she wasn’t happy about going back to school, she had what she considered, the perfect schedule. She had friends in every class and lunch with three of her besties. The girls had all checked the Power School app one more time and she discovered that her schedule had been changed. She had been taken out of math and put into chemistry. This also changed her lunch period.

It had been less than twenty-four hours since we attended the school open house and someone had changed her schedule. This may seem like a very minor issue, and to adults, it is, but to a high school sophomore, it was huge. She asked me to e-mail her adviser and I reminded her that I was driving. I suggested that she e-mail him.

She hates to deal with authority. She would much rather avoid conflict at all cost. Reluctantly, she agreed. I said a prayer for her at this point. I could feel God’s hand in this situation. She e-mailed her adviser and he e-mailed her right back. He was very kind and told her that he didn’t change her schedule, that one of the administrators did, probably to balance class size. He promised to look into it.

She worried all evening. I asked her if she had prayed about it and she said yes. Then I asked her if it ever occurred to her that God had a plan for her, that perhaps she was supposed to meet some new people in the chemistry class. There would be upperclassmen in there as well. I reminded her that when she got put into a group on her mission trip without her friends, she had the time of her life and was thrilled that she ended up where she did. She wasn’t convinced.

She went on to bed and this morning, she was surprisingly calm. I reminded her that life is full of curve balls and that everyone at some point in life, had something changed against their wishes. She e-mailed her adviser again and he asked her to speak to one of the assistant principals. She was super nervous about that, but she had also found a friend in the new class, a girl from church, a girl from our small group class last year. She decided that either way, things would be fine.

Teaching my teens to trust God is one of the most difficult tasks around. When the seemingly minutiae in life is a huge deal, it’s hard to show them that there is in fact, a bigger plan and that God has their best in mind. I find myself praying a lot about wisdom and the ability to show them the truth.

The thing is, when I pray about teaching them trust, God always comes through. After all, He wants them to learn about trusting Him too. I know that God doesn’t work like a genie and the answer to some prayers is no, but the fact that we talked about praying about it, and the fact that she dealt with her adviser herself and the fact that she decided it would be okay either way, had God’s fingerprints all over it.

In the end, she texted me that she was able to keep math and I said a prayer of thanks to the God who loves my children more than I do, as hard as that is for me to understand.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂