I personally have my most difficult time emotionally after going to someone’s house. Somehow it reminds me that our life is not “normal” anymore and I have to work through that fact. Monday on the way home from a niece’s grad party I was praying through this and asking the Lord to remember us in this time. As the tears fell, all of the sudden I saw a rainbow, then another and a few minutes later another! I surely felt He was reminding me that He had not forgotten me or our family.
Then last night after reading the boys a Bible story out of the Jesus Loves Me storybook Bible by Sally Lloyd Jones, Samson asked me “who decides if we get to be with God? God or us? And I said, well, you do. Each person decides if they want to follow Jesus. He said, “I want to go with God!” and Jimmy and Ricardo both quickly replied, “me too, I want to be with God!” “How do we be with God?” So, I asked them what they thought and some thought to “obey”, and we talked about how no one could obey all the time perfectly. So, then I called Ron in to help and we used a wooden cross that our neighbors, Joe and Laura Kinney had made for us, to show them how Christ has bridged the gap between our sin and God. We explained to them that this is a decision they each have to make for themselves. Samson, Jimmy and Ricardo each prayed out loud in their own precious words to follow Jesus and to ask forgiveness for their sins. It was so precious. We can tell from reading them Bible stories that they have heard them before. We are pretty sure a nanny at the orphanage read to them from the Creole Jesus Loves me Storybook Bible. It is is evident that they have heard and have a good basis. We know from what Robenson has shared that he comes from a Christian family.
We want to thank you each for your prayers in the years and months of waiting for praying for their salvation.
Today, there are three more names written down in glory! And May His name be praised!
And so in the midst of the hard, their is unspeakable eternal perspective on joy in following His path.
“There is a great sense of rest in being in the way of His steps.” I.Lillias Trotter
“Everything that wrecks our hopes of ourselves, and our earthly props, is helping forward infinitely God’s work in us.” I. Lilias Trotter, Parables of the Christ Life
How often are we reminded that in following Jesus we will be broken, become weak? We are often encouraged to fight the good fight and to be strong! But, what is strength? His word says, when I am weak, He is strong. When we are out of the way, He becomes the Way. Perhaps we don’t often hear of the way to be “weak in Him” as Lilias Trotter says, since we do not want that path. We do not want the path of utter dependence upon Him. We want to live according to our flesh, not according to the Spirit. And ironically the more we try to be Christ like, the more we become aware that our deeds are as filthy rags before Him. “It is not only that which is sinful as opposed to that which is holy; it is that which is human as opposed to that which is Divine.” Further on in her little devotional, the Parables of the Christ life, Lilias says “The carnal nature with its workings stands out as the hindrance in the way of the Divine, and the time comes when we see that no more growth is possible to the Christ in us unless a deliverance comes here. We are helpless in the matter. There is no system of self-repression or self-mortification that will do anything but drive the evil below the surface, there to do a still more subtle work, winding down out of reach. The roots will only strike deeper and the sap flow stronger for the few leaves trimmed off here and there. If self sets to work to slay self it will only end in rising hydra headed from the contest. How is the deliverance to come? The annuals give us the secret. Look back at the vetch seed vessels. Why is it that leaves which used to stand firm and fresh like those to the flowering clover, have begun to shrivel and turn yellow? It is because they have acquiesced wholly now in the death sentence of their new birth, and they are letting the new life live at the expense of the old. Faith is being wrought out by life. “And I skip a bit to come to the conclusion Ms. Trotter draws: “Christ is our Life now—-our Only Life—-And we begin to find that He is dealing with the old creation, we hardly know how. We only know that as we bring the judgment, the motive, the aim that were ours, not His, into contact with Him, they shrivel and wither like the dying leaves. The impulses and shrinking of the flesh perish in his Presence alike. The new life wrecks the old. “And we are “saved by His life”. Thank you Jesus.
Becoming part of brokenness reveals to us our brokenness, unveiling our illusion of wholeness…thereby showing us again and again our need of the Savior. And as I wrote this little phrase I began to ponder the what ifs. What if we had not entered into the broken lives of our adopted sons? Would I have not seen my own? Would I have missed the graciousness that has been afforded to me in this journey from our Savior? Would I have missed seeing the brokenness in our bio children? If we set up our lives to never enter another’s brokenness—–perhaps we will never see our own? Jesus came to make all things new and to restore the pain and hurt and He has for some reason allowed us to be the conduits of His love in this process. Ally and I were talking about some of the hard parts of her new brothers being here and as we talked about the brokenness in the world is like a glass vase being shattered to the ground and that piece by piece we pick up the pieces and glue them together and when Jesus returns the cracks and glue repairs will be completely made whole. She really could see it! She became so excited. This followed the difficult reality that our new brothers and sons would not have chosen to have their mom die , and as Ally mourned for them in that moment, Jesus was real to me. How will Jesus become real to those broken around us? What is each of our part?
It is funny, he came to die…..why would I not expect to die, that new life could come forth?