When Jesus Christ is Lord of your life and you have accepted Him as your Savior, there is nothing to fear. There are things that hurt or kill, but even these things are temporary and what we have that is eternal is much much much much bigger and more important. We have a forever with God, the Loving One, all powerful, all knowing, perfect One. We have Heaven. We have a rebuilt eternal heaven and earth without sickness, tears, pain or death anymore. Fear comes when we are short sided or short faith ed and do not believe that or trust it to be true or when Jesus Christ is not your Savior. All of those are fixable with prayer, Bible reading and trusting God. Whatever happens in this world, it will end, probably sooner than later, and there is an eternity to look forward to. We cannot fathom how long that is. I am so glad I know how I will be spending it and I hope everyone can be saved and be there too someday. God help us all trust more and focus on the good eternal rather than bad temporary! Help us all, Lord. I love you!
Beauty was a sweet girl who loved who she was because she could run and play and pick wildflowers to give her mom or the neighbor lady. She would cook bread and take it to her grandma. She was so happy she could do these things and felt happy inside. No one told her she was beautiful but she was, with a unique beauty that left impressions on the heart. As Beauty got older, she went to school and met The Ugly. These were the “popular” people who told themselves they were beautiful all day long and told everyone else, including Beauty, that they were not beautiful because they were not The Ugly, a self-glorifying dictatorship of thugs who happened to have a lot of money. Beauty shook it off rhe best she could and excelled at school and helped other “not beautiful” people the best she could. Well, Beauty moved out of the house young after getting a job and she met her first boyfriend. She felt beautiful with him. He told her she was beautiful. Never mentioned her generous loving heart much, just emphasized her looks. Well, she believed him but became confused when he started calling her fat. Well, she tried to get skinnier and worked and went to school. Soon she found out he was telling another girl she was beautiful too. And immediately she saw the lie and was devastated. Beauty moved on eventually to a new boyfriend who also emphasized her looks at first and later started calling her Dat and hit her… once… and was lying to another girl. Beauty felt not beautiful as The Ugly had told her. And magazines Beauty picked up told her she needed to be skinnier and prettier and be wild in bed for men to like you. And they sounded like The Ugly tyrannical dictator thugs. And on TV and movies, Beauty saw all the girls considered beautiful were stick figures and loose as possible with no morals and only care about appearance, not realizing they were airbrushed and often ill, and Beauty realized they were The Ugly also. And Beauty picked up her now dusty Bible and started to read. And Beauty realized that The Ugly were all wrong, every one of them, and that she was beautiful and that beauty had nothing to do with what she looked like. Beauty was made uniquely and purposefully by God, who made everything we know of and loves us each, is bit enough to be with each of us at the same time. God said being kind and gentle and loving and helpful and productive and sweet was true beauty and Beauty remembered that she was all those things initially so long ago. She cried with happiness that God who made her thought she was beautiful and suddenly, what The Ugly thought was the stupidest thing on earth, unworthy of future thought. So Beauty forgave them, forgave herself, forgave the bad men, forgave everyone and started living her amazingly beautiful life. True story.
I just prayed this out the other day. I have had a heck of a lot of loss in the past six months particularly and about a year caretaking half days. I have lost people I love dearly, one after another. I have lost a lot of time and energy and gained weight without being able to exercise (that one is almost resolved- yay!) and lost a lot of myself. In addition, I have had to put several things down, give them up, that had been terribly important to me at rhe time, several self-ignited concepts and ideals. And every single loss was always countered by a new blessing or gift or insight or talent. And I sit here now still amazed that every loss I cried and mourned and poured myself out over was met with something of greater long term or just plain nice benefit/blessing. I lost two close friends (which I only have a handful), and God gives me two new good friends. I lost a drummer from our band to a psychopath of his choosing and God provides a new drummer who fits us like a glove. My voice was taken from me at church because of other girls’ egos and God improved my voice and taught me that I sing for Him and not crowds and I can lead worship from my piano and my voice is still heard that way. My Daddy passed away into Heaven and I am reminded daily how God is my Heavenly Daddy and steps in stronger when left alone. Man, has that helped me!!!! Sleeping alone, God comforts. Crying? God comforts. Needing security? God comforts and answers through my husband. I have never felt God’s presence so real and close to me than when I read my Bible and pray after going through all these changes. My trust and faith has grown leaps and bounds through suffering and exchanges of what I clings to versus what God gave me back that was more important and better in the long run for my soul. God is amazing! And I will take His exchanges any day any time. I know they are for God’s plan and my best because He loves me. He loves you that way too. Of course He does! 🙂
When we face suffering, there is always a deeper meaning to it than we realize or can see aft the moment. We go through uncomfortable or downright brutal things and there is a deeper meaning for it, whether it be a test of character (an opportunity to shine and show what you are made of), a building of character (somewhere you need molding to improve and get better), a spiritual reason (preparation for helping others who are going or have gone through that same thing and need help out), or someone was just a jerk and you have to practice forgiveness. There is always something deeper going on. The key is to know that and trust God to reveal which it is in due time. God knows everything and can help get you through quicker as soon as you are humble and ask Him, being available for and ready for His help, acknowledging Him as the greatest Power here, which is an act of worship. Worship has also a deeper meaning then too. Worship focuses our attention of the powerful and very loving God who incredibly puts Himself available to us for a relationship. He is our Heavenly Father, the perfect One. The quicker we ask Him for help and be humble, the quicker we are through and on to better things, like His blessings that always come to us on the other side.
There are times, like when hanging onto a tree limb from a cliff top, when holding on is important. Holding on to good memories is also very beneficial as it assists us with healing from past losses and grief as well as gives us happy thoughts to draw from when we are not in happy places. Holding on can be very unhealthy and blatantly mean when it is bad or traumatic memories or any wrongs against us. These memories if held onto will eat you alive. Forgiveness is the key here to prevent such unhappiness. How do we forgive? Especially when they have not acknowledged a wrong or asked forgiveness? There is only one real lasting way. Knowing that Jesus Christ died for our wrongs against Him and anyone else because He deeply loves us and not because He was wrong so when He rose from the dead, we could be forgiven and live in heaven forever when we die. This deep forgiveness we were given is so complete, so great a gift, so hopeful and humbling that not forgiving someone else becomes quite upalling. Not forgiving is counter to appreciating the immeasurable gift of salvation we were generously given. Not forgiving is selfish. Not forgiving is a slap in the face of God who forgave us. So, forgive. Ask God to help you. He will. He always does. Forgive and let go of the bad. It is the right thing and quite freeing! And hold on instead to the truth of the Bible, pray, hold on to beauty and beautiful memories and experiences. Then you always have this amazing peace and joy and deep appreciation of life and hope for the eternal life. Can not get batter than that.
This past year broke me. Broke my heart, my mind, my soul, my spirit. I was heaped upon with horrible things and broke. Of course God has healed me stronger as I have bowed my brokenness to Him and asked Him to heal me. And another blow, my Grandpa died and a good friend I just lost forever, their choice. So, broken again in need of more fixing and healing by God. And as He does His great work, I am low and humbled and cry out to God. And about to play the piano to lead worship, I told God I was not equipped but I’d do it and needed His help. So, He used me as a broken tool and by the time worship was over, my brokenness had mended and God had played through my hands better than I can play on my own. I am humbled. I am better as a broken tool for God to use. Broken is beautiful!
As hard as it was to lose my Daddy four months ago, now my Grandpa (Edwin Metzler) has left this world and gone off to Heaven to join my Daddy and precious Grandma there. He was my last living on earth grandparent. And growing up, he was a missionaries kid in Africa and later in life a missionary to Arfrica with his wife and 3 girls. And when they retired from ministry to work and take care of their girls in the states, Grandpa was a math teacher for high school until he retired and then Derry college. What I remember best of gim, besides his relentless puns and incredible bass singing voice was his presence. He was rather aloof but I knew he loved us not because he said it much but because he was there. He and Daddy helped me move countless times. When we had programs or recitals, he was there with my Grandma. For every birthday party and holiday, he was there and we ate and played games most of the day. I remember he was always with us camping too and loved to swim. He didn’t say a lot that was serious, rather avoided seripus if he could, but when he did or when he was asked about the Bible or the Lord, he would stun you with his understanding and insights. He lived to 87 years of age and passed into Heaven a few hours ago. I am not mushy with tears like I was with daddy, but have shed some tears, but I feel the loss for sure, but I know that Heaven is now.being inundated with jokes and beautiful bass singing now and Daddy probably put him to work immediately in the choir and that makes me smile. At least I have Heaven to look forward to and being with Jesus most and my family. Many are there now along with my daughter. Looking forward to seeing them again when Jesus comes back for us. In the meanwhile, I will spend tomorrow afternoon with my mom remembering Grandpa and appreciating his spectacular life and ministry and jokes and presence. Thank God I had him in my life up til now!