Back in September I had the opportunity
to speak at a crafting retreat at Village Creek Bible Camp, AKA the best place
on the planet. If you’ve never been there I even remotely like to craft, even
just coloring, talk to me. There is a retreat in the Spring that I’d be happy
to introduce you to my favorite place. Many of you know that I returned home
from the Peru almost a year and a half ago. The last year and a half has been
filled with ups and downs. When I had returned home from Peru and spent several
months getting my life “put together” again. About this time last year, I
thought I was finally at this place where I could start to do real life adult
things like find a full time children’s ministry job. Move out of my parents’
house and take on the many responsibilities that come with adulthood.
Shortly after leaving the crafting
retreat in September of last year I begin the process of applications and
resumes. I had found a position that looked really promising. In fact, I had
gone through a 5-month long interview process before receiving the no at the
end. Right before this news came I was having a great time in Belize with some
wonderful camp friends. In fact, one of the best most influential missions
trips I’ve ever been on. More on this in a second. After returning home I got
the news that I didn’t get this job that I had started to dream and picture. I
was bummed, to say the least. The next day I was visiting my grandma,
affectionately called, Nanny. I was telling her all about Belize. Specifically,
a moment when the Holy Spirit overwhelmed me as I prayed for a man who was
almost completely blind because of cataracts. I prayed like I had never prayed
before. Then that’s when the call came. You see, while in Belize Nanny had gone
in for a routine colonoscopy. But the doctor was unable to complete it because
they found a tumor blocking their path. Instead they performed a biopsy. The
call came. Stage 4 recurrent ovarian cancer. After 16 years of remission this
ugly disease was rearing its ugly head in Nanny’s body again. I didn’t know
what to say. I didn’t know what to do. But Nanny, being Nanny. Said, “pray for
me the way you did that man in Belize.” When Nanny tells you to do something
you do it. So I prayed. Well really I cried. Tried to pray and then cried some
more.
Fast forward a month when Nanny did her
first round of chemo. We almost lost her to the stupid chemo. We see now that
God had his hand in things. Because of this whole ordeal Nanny was able to make
a smooth transition from the hospital to skilled nursing. Nanny decided to do
no more chemo. Doctors said 1 maybe 2 months to live. Family from all over
including China came to say their “last” goodbyes.
In the next few months my search for
work came to a halt. I visited Nanny 3-4 times a week. Bringing her favorite
black Dunkin Donuts coffee. Also, during this time my former high school
softball coach contacted me. He offered me a job to be his assistant coach in
the spring for WA’s varsity team. This was one week before the season started.
I said yes. I needed something to fill my time besides Nanny. During the
softball season Nanny’s health slowly improved. She moved from being wheelchair
bound to shuffling in her walker, to speeding past everyone in their
wheelchairs as if she were in the Indy 500. The hospice doctor called and told
us she didn’t need hospice and she didn’t need skilled nursing. So we took her
off hospice and she was placed on a wait list for assisted living. When this
happened I realized that I needed to make a plan for my life again. I needed to
move forward. Find a job. So early May I got back on the job hunt. I applied
for 20 some jobs in the span of a week. Within the month I received 20 “no’s”.
I was feeling defeated. Warn out. Frustrated. One weekend in early June my cousin
and I were going camping I started telling her about what I thought God had
been trying to get through my thick skull and I wanted a second opinion. Yes. I
wanted a second opinion to God’s. I thought that God was telling me no to
ministry. In the early days of June I read a book called “No More Faking Fine”
by Esther Fleece. The premise of this book is around the idea of lament. A new
topic for me. I mean I knew about lament from Lamentations and David in the
Psalms but that was about it. I didn’t really know what lamenting looked like.
But I learned during this season of uncertainty that lament was a fluent
language to me. Many times in frustration I would ask God, why. Why no
ministry? I’ve been working towards working in children’s ministry since I was in
6th grade. Why no ministry? It was during this camping trip with my
cousin when it wasn’t a flat out no. But rather a not right now. So I said ok
God. If it’s not right now then what is? That is when the Lord through rejected
resumes and interviews revealed to me a new calling. Early Childhood Education.
Fast forward to now and I’ve completed my first two classes of grad school and
began my third.
There are a few things that I would like
to point out during this season. The first was prayer. The second obedience,
the third waiting. Finally, self-care.
First prayer. Prayer is how we
communicate with God. When we choose not to pray we choose to cut off our
communication with God. He will still love us. And I believe that God will
still try to communicate with us. But God wants to hear from us. He wants to
hear the voice of his children. However, I noticed during this season that my
prayers were not what my prayers had typically looked like. My prayers took on
the form of lament. With Nanny being sick, with not knowing what job to pursue,
my prayers turned into lament. Esther Fleece says in her book No More Faking
Fine that, “A lament is a passionate expression of our
pain that God meets us in.” God was meeting me in my pain. The thing is needed
to lament. I needed to make my frustration and hurt known. I know God already
knows but I needed to tell him.
The next three things all go hand in hand. Obedience, waiting,
and self-care. Waiting. While I was waiting for answers to my lament I needed
to keep moving forward. I continued in my walk with Jesus. I continued to apply
to jobs even though they lead to more defeat. In my waiting I needed to be
obedient. I needed to continue to wait obediently. If you will. In the waiting
and obedience, I learned about self-care. I learned about things I need to make
a priority in my life if I’m going to feel and be the best version of myself
possible. This past summer I was at the heaviest I had ever been. I didn’t
truly realize it but I was miserable. I didn’t know I was miserable until I
started to take care of myself. I’ve never been great at self-care. Again, in
Esther Fleece’s book she says, “Sometimes we hear so many others-focused
sermons in church that we lose the ability to know how to biblically care for
ourselves.” How true? I learned that I need to lament. I need to let my
frustrations out. I also have and am currently battling taking care of my body.
I’m learning how to change my mindset of how I view food and how it makes me
feel. I’m learning how to get exercise in a way that is healthy for my body
right now. I’m also learning about the amount of sleep I need to function. But
through all this I’ve seen God work through me and in me.
One last quote from Esther Fleece, “Suffering makes us feel like
we’ve lost all control in our lives, so finding a scapegoat is appealing
because it feels like we’re taking back at least some control.” For me this was
food. This was the thing I could control but for whatever reason I wasn’t doing
a good job at it. What I thought I was in control of was actually controlling
me. Over the past 4 months I’ve been on a mindset shift. To take care of the
body God has given me so that I can work and serve him in the best way
possible.
Through this season of uncertainty there is
one scripture that I’ve clung to that has spoken to me that I’d like to share.
Lamentations 3:22-26
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his
mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great
is your faithfulness.
“The Lord is my
portion,” says my soul,
“therefore
I will hope in him.”
The Lord is
good to those who wait for him,
to
the soul who seeks him.
It is good that one should wait quietly
for
the salvation of the Lord.