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A New World – A Message from Mom

Until a few weeks ago, we used to have church visitors over for lunch on Sundays. I greatly enjoyed discipling the younger women at our church. And, I was busy collecting boxes to pack up Peter’s dishes and such before he headed off to college. On the verge of an “empty nest,” I was also looking towards finishing up my certification for National Association of Nouthetic Counseling (NANC biblical counseling).

Life today is very different, as you might imagine.

I was trying to explain to a good friend the other day what hospital life is like after six weeks. I’ll tell you as well: it’s like going to a new world every day. I mean like, through a wardrobe door. And, Narnia style, every day in a hospital is like a thousand years. There is so much that happens. It’s strenuous. People fight for their lives. You see sights and hear sounds that you never knew in the old world. There are desperate battles going on for your soul. You meet strangers who become friends and who will fight for you. You watch your loved one struggle to overcome his arch enemy, and you hope to hold a healing flask of oil to bring him back to you when he falls. There are mazes of paperwork to add to the obstacles in your path. . . . . And they keep it frigid in there—it’s always winter.

And then, finally, whenever you exit the hospital doors (back through the wardrobe) and drive away, you find that only five minutes have passed in the old world of home. There are still dishes that need to be washed, laundry that needs to be folded and bills that need to be paid, just as when you left home that morning, a thousand years ago.

When you are in the old world, you find that no one really can understand what has happened to you and how it has changed you, unless you can find someone who has also been transported into that same world via the wardrobe door and has fought the same battles. It can be quite unsettling.

And, really, as a pastor’s wife and homeschooling mom, I am accustomed to have unexpected new assignments that were not necessarily of my own planning or inclination. The hardest part is missing Peter’s voice and fellowship. And the unknown.

There is really only one remedy for it. And that is the work of the Lion of the tribe of Judah. He’s not safe at all. But He’s good. And He will make us serviceable to Him, which is really what He has intended all along. He never intended us to be addicted to our own personal peace and prosperity. He has stuff for us to do.

“Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,

At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,

When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,

And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.” ~ C.S. Lewis in “The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.”

“It will be said on that day, ‘Behold, this is our God; we have waited for him, that he might save us. This is the Lord; we have waited for him; let us be glad and rejoice in his salvation.’” Isaiah 25:9
– Selah

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  1. Cherry Neill
    September 9, 2010 at 9:09 pm

    “And He will make us serviceable to Him” (Selah)….”For whom He foreknew, He also predestined to be conformed to the image of His Son” (St. Paul)….

    Selah and all, how we do hold you up to the Father! Speaking from ‘way outside the Wardrobe and not able to imagine what you feel, it seems to me that in some ways you are in a new and equally dark, though different, valley of deep shadows.

    God have mercy! God strengthen you and help you and cause you to stand – not just to stand, but to stand victorious… To stand victorious behind the shield of faith, with which you will be able to extinguish all the flaming missiles of the evil one… To silence the accuser with the mighty Name of our Lord Jesus Christ, before whom the enemy must flee.

    Jesus is victor. Jesus, along with His Father, knew every day of our lives when as yet there was not one of them. May Jesus, whose great heart is Love for His own, hold all of you, including Peter, as the apple of His eye. May you rest in the comfort of the Comforter, with peace that passes all understanding.

    O God! Hear Your children cryring, crying, crying out for Peter, that Your own perfect will for him be accomplished, to the eternal and resounding glory of God the Father through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

  2. Rebecca Davis
    September 10, 2010 at 1:41 am

    Selah,

    Wow. You really know how to express yourself. I continue to sense the Lord directing you as you journal. I am praying. I know I am touched by what you share and so are others in my church who are keeping up with your posts. I believe your counseling and ministry to others will take on a whole new tenderness because of what you are walking through. I still think what a blessing that you miss Peter. Some parents don’t have such a precious relationship with their children. That intense longing and hurt as you watch him struggle for life is a blessing, because it indicates the relationship y’all have with him is strong and healthy. Our great love causes great pain, but we wouldn’t want it any other way. May the Lord continue to pour out His abundant grace to you as you live between two worlds. Much love and many prayers.

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