The Best is Yet to Come

Dear Sis,

One September day 5 years ago, I was wandering the aisles of an arts and crafts store looking for a distraction. My heart ached as I stood on the edge of a decision that weighed heavy.

Have you ever straddled a line?  You’ve got one foot firmly planted on either side of a finish line. Stuck there by uncertainty. The future seems fragile at best.

Are you like me sis? You know God has a plan, but you just don’t see it. And to be honest, seeing is believing.

That morning I spent time asking God to help me believe there was something worth saving in this relationship. I cried out to God to just give me a glimpse of hope.  I just wanted one single moment of sweet assurance.  As I write these words, I recognize this sounds so composed, when in reality I wanted much more. I wanted a clean, clear answer to a messy, clouded question. Should I stay, or should I go?

As I waited for answers, I wandered down aisle after aisle of creative wonders. I found myself in the aisle of “misfit” items. The clearance rack was strewn with assorted novelties. But one small item caught my eye. It was a rubber stamp sitting up straight, its words clean and clearly printed in bold, block letters.

“The Best is Yet to Come”

Sis, have you ever known, just known without a doubt that words were intended for you?  As I walked to the checkout with my little piece of hope, I felt my heartache ease. I carried that stamp around in my purse for a year. I needed the sweet reminder that hope lies in the truth of those words.

Then one day a sweet friend was diagnosed with cancer. She stood brave through the trials of treatment. The only thing I held out to her was a little rubber stamp that held hope. I gave her that stamp because hope holds us up when we are straddling a finish line. She survived that cancer and a year later found a friend needing a dose of hope. The stamp once again moved into the hands of someone just longing for encouraging words.

Me.

Oh Sis, are you like me, finding yourself in need of hope on a regular basis?

I had just moved for the first time in 32 years and I was desperately lonely. Then my mom died. Cancer took her quickly. So standing alone in a new place, broken hearted, I needed a glimpse of hope. So that sweet friend dug that stamp out of a drawer and pressed it into my hand. Pressed it right into my heart.

Sis, today I sit here as my sweet friend straddles a finish line. Her cancer has returned this time with purpose. She lays in the hospital ready to cross right into God’s loving arms. Her future home is full of light and life and fresh beginnings. I tell her I look forward to embracing her on the other side. I tell her to breathe deep and know the love she feels flow over her is His. I tell her the blanket of peace that brings her comfort is His.  And I send her my love and whisper in her ear…the Best is yet to come, the Best is yet to come, the Best is yet to come.

Dear Father,

Each of us stands at the finish line wavering because we are weakened by hopelessness. Lord, thank you for giving us glimpses of Your hope. The hope of eternity. The hope of a new beginning when we just don’t see a way through. You promise that you go before us and stand behind us and are always with us. So no matter where we stand we never stand alone. We lean in and depend on that truth because hope is born there.  And peace follows and settles in and we whisper sweet prayers of thankfulness for Your Presence.  Amen

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Call it like it is.

“we begin by trusting our ignorance and calling it innocence.”  Ozwald Chambers

Hey Sis,

Did reading that sentence pinch you too?  Did it reach in and tighten around your heart a bit? Please tell me it’s not just me who sees herself standing right there.

Because on any given day it’s how I think…it’s my subconscious stance.

I can claim I’m a good person.  There’s no “evil” in me. I can proclaim with complete certainty I am not a murderer, adulterer, thief, liar, slanderer, etc. etc. etc.

But, here’s the point that pinches me and wakes me from that certainty. I can proclaim it today, but where will my heart stand tomorrow?  Or the next day?  Or the next?

Do you wonder if the people who commit these actions start their day with goodness and trip and fall into sin?  Do they wake up like me and you and somehow find themselves living an alternate life before days end?

Sis, are you like me?  Don’t we stand assured we are better, we are good, we are safe? Can you look back and recognize how this is faulty thinking?

When I look in the rear view mirror, I see the truth. The truth of how I have stood on the very edge of those very sins and felt the Holy Spirit grab the hem of my heart and pull me back just in the nick of time.  Have you seen it too? The ugly truth of the darkness that lurks just under our pure hearts?

Oh Sis, I know what is in me.  And to be honest I am frightened by it.  Sis, maybe you are staring at me with wide eyes as I confess my broken self right here in front of all the world to see.  Okay, so I haven’t murdered anyone.  But my heart has inched over the line in other ways and my certainty of how good I am becomes blurred by that truth. The ugly truth of what lies within.  Oh, I don’t want to look at it, confess it, even give it a name.  But nevertheless, it finds it’s way to the surface on any given day.

The truth is that the only good in me, the only thing that is certainly good is Jesus Christ.

And the only assurance that His goodness will triumph over my sinful nature is the Holy Spirit.  Without Him the evil in me will win.  It will eventually convince me I am more.

Oh you may be thinking “evil” seems like too strong a word to describe what’s within us.  But if we temper it and call it anything else aren’t we fooling ourselves. It needs to be ugly, and dark or we won’t be moved to run from it.  We won’t be moved to spend every single bit of God’s power within us to turn away.

So Sis, here’s a bit of homework, for you and for me and for us.  Let’s be honest with ourselves.  Let’s sit in front of a mirror and look for the dark spots.  Let’s find them and pick them out of the light, before they have a chance to grow and multiply and eclipse the goodness of God in us.

“We cannot trust our ignorance and call it innocence”—we must believe and receive the truth of what Jesus says….we need Him.  Every single day.

 

Here’s my prayer for us!

Dear Father,

Thank you for planting the light of goodness in us, even when you see the possibility of darkness.  We trust You to keep us turned toward the Light.  Thank you for reminding us of how easily we turn away when left to our own choices. Oh Lord, we live in a world that determines what is good enough and trick ourselves into agreement with it all.  So Father let your Word set the true standards, let your Word remind us of how far we are from Your perfection.  Lord we cling to the only hope we have that we can get one thing right, the hope of Jesus Christ who paid the price to light us from within, so we are perfectly good in Your eyes.  Thank you for knowing exactly what we would need and providing the Holy Spirit to guide us.  We need You…Father, Son and Holy Spirit.  Amen

 

Sis, can we agree on this?

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My Dear Sis,
Have you ever looked back at disagreements? Wondered how you got to that place and how it grew into something so much bigger than it really was?
I remember once my sister and I argued over a stuffed giraffe for the longest time. She remembered it was her Christmas present and somehow, I remembered it was mine. We never did find a way to resolve that question because even mom couldn’t remember for sure. So, we just had to laugh about it and go on.
Could we even keep count of all the little arguments over the years between sisters? All of them small and insignificant and forgotten. We saw things different, and it caused an unsettling for a bit. The disagreements didn’t hold any power because the strength in our sisterhood was bigger.

Love was the best defense to overcome the offense.

I look around today and wish for more of that. If only we women could see our differences and recognize how very small and insignificant they are in the expanse of our lives and our world.
If we could all be like sisters and see the very things we have in common, how would our lives be different? How would our world be different?

If we could hold the hand that has held a child, would our hearts beat in rhythm as mothers?
If we could hold the hand that has held their mother’s hand as she breathed her last breath, would our hearts beat in rhythm as daughters?
If we could hold the hand that wiped away the tears of longing for love, would our hearts beat a rhythm as sisters?
Could we be sisters who agree that the things that make our hearts break wide open are the very things that make them beat in complete unison?
In that deep place, we would find we are more alike than different.

I want to find that place in the women of the world and expose it. Let the air and the light and the goodness breathe life into it. Let it bring healing and acceptance and yes even deeper understanding of all the ways we stand in the same places. Crying the same tears of regret, sorrow and even joy.
Oh, Sis. Could we gather together and find the common denominator to bring peace in a world that loudly proclaims different is too much to overcome?
When we meet some girl, some daughter, some mom could we reach outstretched hand, open heart and ask her to help us understand? I don’t believe there is any difference that divides if we are willing to listen and lean in and learn.
In order to discover truth, we will have to kick fear out the backdoor. We will have to kick out our cluttered understanding of who they are and who we are too. We will have to stand with open arms, open heart and open mind.
And in those wide-open spaces we will start to inch closer, one step at a time, one story at a time. Before we know it, there will be a circle of sisters, hand in hand, heart beating in rhythm because love is the best defense to overcome an offense.
Yes, sweet sis, it’s the first step toward healing the broken relationships in our world. Will you take it with me?

Love,
Your Sis in Christ
Karen

 

A Penny For Your Thoughts

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“A penny for your thoughts.” The definition in the Urban Dictionary reads: a phrase that means: What are you thinking?

Would a penny for your thoughts buy something of value?

I find myself lost in thoughts I wouldn’t want to share no matter how much money someone offered me. It’s that ugly place.

The one you never dare admit you visit.

You sit there alone. Because you don’t dare invite anyone into this momentary reality. Judgment would be too much to bear.

And you believe no one else sits in this corner. Facing the corner. Feeling the shame and embarrassment of not being able to overcome.

The lie you tell yourself takes its toll. The burden of believing you are the only one. All the faces you pass belong to happy people who never sit in corners.

If I were to offer you a penny for your thoughts, would you spill out some truth to encourage me? Would you be willing to sit in a corner? Pouring over a time when you too visited an ugly place?

Could we find others who were willing to toss in a penny, toss out a truth? Leave the lies behind. Let the pile of change be the change we are longing for.

It’s hard and it’s messy and who knows what may happen in this reckless abandon of self-protection. Would we? Could we risk spending one penny?

Before you answer, take a closer look at that penny. Just above the head of Mr. Lincoln you will find a little phrase.

“In God We Trust”

The God we trust draws us together. The God we trust makes us fellow travelers. The God we trust guarantees grace. The God we trust extinguishes fear. The God we trust longs for you and I to link arms and stand together so that we will not be overwhelmed.

I’m digging in my purse for some change. Can you find some too?