God is Awake

“Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake.”- Victor Hugo

I woke up with the feeling that someone was in my room. I turned over and about a foot from my face stood my four year old daughter.

Once my heartbeat returned to normal, I checked the clock. It was 3:30AM.

Tabitha was shaking and whimpering.

“Sweetie, lets go into the bathroom so you don’t wake up daddy,” I said.

Tab wasn’t moving too readily, so I scooped her up and helped her use the potty — sometimes the sensation of having to use the bathroom will evoke a bad dream.

She calmed down a little bit and asked for belly medicine.

“Tab, I can give you a Tums, but I don’t know if that will solve the problem,” I said.

“WHY? What’s wrong with me?”she asked and started to cry again.

“Well, it’s just that you seem upset,” I said. “What’s are you thinking about?”

“I’m so so so afraid that bad guys are going to come into our house and get us.”

I gave her a big hug and soaked a wash cloth in warm water and washed her face. “I did lock up all the doors and windows downstairs and the house alarm is on.  I do that every night. So, it’d be harder for anyone to get into our house. But, you know, that doesn’t mean that it’s impossible for someone to break in if they didn’t care about being caught…. not that we have anything of value.”

That’s the honest truth. I’m not going to lie.  An alarm just tells you when you need to grab your gun. It doesn’t keep them breaking in.

I put Tabitha back into her bed. She pulled her covers up, over her nose and her hazel-green eyes darted all over the place in fear.

“Tabitha, please listen to mommy, okay? In Bible, in Proverbs 15, God tells us that His eyes are in every place watching over everything. Do you know what this means?”

“That He can see me, right?”

“Yes, just like He can see every spot in our house. Remember, He can even see daddy when daddy’s in Japan and see you at the same time, right?”

“Because He is God,” she said in a very matter-of-fact tone.

“Yes, because He is God. The cool thing is that this means that you don’t have to be looking all around room for bad guys because God’s doing the looking for you. The Bible also tells us in Psalm 121 that God, who made this whole earth, never ever sleeps. God’s watching over you even while you’re sleeping.”

I noticed the covers were slowly moving towards her chest and were no longer shielding her face.

I leaned over, brushed aside her dark brown hair and kissed her forehead. I took one of her hands and held it with both of mine, as if to give it a reassuring hug.

“Tabitha, we have a choice to be controlled by fear or to be controlled by our trust in God. You know what control means, right?”

“Yeah, to be bossed around.”

Sure, that worked.

“Yep. Kinda like that. When we’re bossed around by fear, our tummies hurt, we worry about things, like bad guys or monsters or people in our family getting lost or hurt. We get so worked up and so upset that we can’t sleep.

When we spend time trying thinking about if every window is locked or when we try look to every in corner of our rooms, we are not trusting God to do His job. And you know what? There’s no way, even if we tried really really hard, to see in every corner of our house at the same time it’s impossible.”

I continued, “You know what honey?”

“What?”

“Adults get controlled by their fears, too, when they don’t trust in God. Their tummies hurt, they can’t sleep, and sometimes they can’t even eat they’re so controlled by being afraid. It’s not just kids who have this problem.

Do you remember your swimming lessons last year?”

She nodded.

“What did you have to do to float on your back?” I asked.

“I had to hold really still and relax.”

“Yes. And, you had to trust that the water was going to hold you up, right?”

“Right. What happened if you tried to hold yourself up and you started thrashing your arms and legs?”

“Then I’d sink.”

“Yes! And when we trusting in God, our soul can relax and be at peace – just like how our bodies relax in the pool in order to float. We have to hold still and trust that the water will hold us up. I want you to put your head on your pillow and trust that God is going to hold you up. I want you to relax and picture yourself floating in your pool, and instead of being afraid, I want you to think instead about God doing His job and watching over you.”

“Okay.”

I prayed with her.

“Dear Heavenly Father,
Thank you for being who you are and that your eyes are in every place, even in every corner of our house. Help Tabitha and mommy to trust you to do your job of watching over every place. Help us to be able to sleep knowing that you never ever sleep. Help us not to try to do your job for you – because that will only make our tummies hurt and will make us worry even more. No matter how hard we try, we can never be like you. Thank you for sending Jesus to die on the cross for our sins, even for our sin of worrying when we need to be trusting in you. Help Tabitha’s tummy to feel better and help her to get the sleep she needs. Please comfort her her and give her strength to turn her fears over to you. Thank you for giving me this sweet little girl, who has taught me so much about my own walk with you. In your name, Amen.”

“Amen,” she said.

She put her arms out as if she was floating in a pool, closed her eyes, and fell fast asleep.

Bear with me as I tell another story:

Our movie theater plays second-run movies for free on “family days”. Once, during a family day, I was sitting in the theater watching a short film – The Madagascar Penguins in: A Christmas Caper – which played before the opening credits of Wallace & Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit. The theater was packed with children and their parents. I could overhear the ladies in the row behind me talking:

“After the movie, I have to go get my glasses fixed. Can you run over there with me before lunch? It should just take a moment,” one lady said to the other.

Sure. No problem. I have no plans after this. How did you break your glasses?” her friend asked.

“I’m a little embarrassed to admit this,” she explained. “I have this fear that something will happen in the night and that I won’t be able to see to find my way around. I have really bad vision. I can’t sleep in my contacts. So, I wear my glasses to bed. They keep getting broken, but I don’t know what else to do.”

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My heart ached for this poor lady. She was controlled by her fear! She could not rest. It was impossible to turn around and lean over to talk to her, as I was holding Micah, who was less than a year old, on my lap. He was quite fussy, and I ended up walking up and down the theater aisle with him while my older four children intently watched the movie.

When our fears control us, we do silly things like sleeping with our glasses on. Our souls are not at peace.

When we respond to our fears by trying to take on the attributes of God – like, for example, omniscience and omnipresence – we will be plagued by restlessness. We think we are taking control by thinking about all the possible precautions against robbers (and there is no harm in being responsible in locking our house  so long as our trust and hope is in the Lord and not in a deadbolt) breaking in or by staying awake and looking in every place. Yet, in reality, instead of controlling the situation, we become controlled and enslaved by fear.

Omnipresence and omniscience aren’t the only attributes of God that we are tempted to take on.

We try to control situations by demanding perfect justice when we are wronged. We refuse to believe that the Holy Spirit can and is working in the hearts of men. We sacrifice relationships because people do not meet our expectations.

We try to be self-sufficient – planning for ever possible circumstance or by refusing help when really need it. We judge people who can’t get it together . We miss out on being blessed by God through others.

We want to live eternally and try to keep from aging by devoting ourselves to a regimen of exercise, antioxidants and vitamins, and wrinkle creams. Or, we recklessly freak out in the car when our two year old climbs our of his car seat, fearing they will be instantly killed unless that seat belt is fastened.

We try to be perfect and good and never sin on our own accord. Instead, we become self-righteous. We are controlled by what others think of us and keeping up the image of perfection rather than trusting in Christ for our salvation. We know deep down that we are fakes. We worry that God knows this and is out to get us.

We try to love our spouses unconditionally by our own strength and end up putting conditions on the relationship. We end up suffocating our spouses and destroying our marriages.

When we try to be God, we will always fail. We will quickly grow weary, and our souls will not be at peace. We feel the burden of the ultimate sin of pride when we think that we can do God’s job better than He can.

If you find yourself not sleeping, or if you feel like something in your life is a burden to you, ask yourself, “Am I trying to take on God’s job instead of trusting in Him?”

The Bible says, in Matthew 11:28-30 “Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and YOU WILL FIND REST FOR YOUR SOULS. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light”

How freeing it is to submit to the rule of the Creator of the Universe – who actually loves and cares about us! – rather than be ruled by our fears! We are no longer weighted down by our sin. We are free. We can live (and sleep) in peace.


Photo Credits:
Swim Lessons 2008 by Philms via Flickr

Sleeping by william.n via Flicker

“We do not break God’s laws; we simply get broken by them”

I am reading Steve Brown’s book, A Scandalous Freedom. It’s a borrowed book, and I am restraining myself:

“I will not highlight or underline in this book.
I will not highlight or underline in this book.
I will not highlight or underline in this book.”

… and I’m only on Chapter One!

Brown is pointing out that if we are free from our sins, we no longer are carrying around this burden. He writes about how this freedom can manifest itself practically in our lives.

Here’s an excerpt:

Does being free mean that God is please with whatever I do, not matter what it is?
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Praying

I’m feeling a little under the weather (way sore throat and a fever) after returning home from our trip. I did take notes for posts – we were pretty busy in Japan and I didn’t get to write as much as I’d hoped. But… that means I was out enjoying life, right?

So, my brother called today and reminded me to take care of myself even if it meant relaxing and not unpacking so that I wouldn’t get even more sick. I kinda laughed at that statement from my dear, unmarried, childless brother. But, he reminded me that even if I couldn’t stop meeting the demands of the day, that taking care of myself included spiritually and that I should be praying throughout the day. Yeah, I knew that. So, God gave me bigger things to pray about than my dumb sore throat.

In Japan, my new friends the Sanos’ three year old Takumi (拓実), which means to “cultivate and bear fruit” , had to be taken to the hospital via ambulance last night. My friend Kyoko wrote:

Just last night, right about the time I received your e-mail, Junko’s third child, that is, second boy, Takumi, had to be taken to hospital by ambulance. She might probably write to you about it in more detail. But he looked like stopped breathing, Masakazu, his father told me. Takumi had high fever all day, and in the evening, he threw up once. After that, his parents were watching him sleeping next to the dining room. But at one moment, they realized Takumi’s eyes were not focused, and looked really pale. They felt something was wrong and picked him up, but he had no reaction. So they slapped him and talked to him, did everything they could do to have him stay awake. Finally, after Masakazu put his finger into Takumi’s mouth and had him throw up little bit more, Takumi woke up and began to weep with weak voice. So they called ambulance and had the doctor check him. After all, they were told that it was a convulsion caused by high fever. Now our whole church is praying for the complete recovery for Takumi. You will never know what happens with small children. God showed His mercy again.

So pray over little Takumi with me!!

And then, my cyber friend Heather from Moms of Grace just found out she had a brain tumor! I have been reading her blog for a month, so I knew of her before she found out. It has been amazing to see her consistently Godly response to this situation, as well as the outpouring of prayers from the women at MoG.

Heather wrote in her blog Especially Heather:

Then when you take into account that we have only known about this tumor for a little over 48 hours, and you look at the amazing things that have happened in those 48 hours- I have an appointment at the #1 ranked neurosurgery hospital in the country people! A feat that takes upwards of 6-8 months normally. You cannot tell me that God didn’t have his hands all over that….

I am sure I will walk through the valley, I am sure I will be sad, and part of me is still very removed from this- it is still very very fresh and I still feel as if it is happening to someone else… but at the same time- I do not fear what my future holds. I cant. I cant spend the energy anticipating the next horrible event.

I am choosing to anticipate the next great provision. Whatever provision that may be. I am choosing to believe that no matter what- even if God calls me home tonight in my sleep.

He never stepped off His throne. He simply brought me closer to it.

Wow. Heather, can you put that last line in a greeting card?

Please pray for Heather and her family with me. I do believe that her blog would be a good tool for sharing the gospel with others who may be going through a difficult experience – something to keep in mind for future reference. She has many readers. Pray that as people read her living testimony, that they will be drawn closer to the Lord. I know that I have!

Environmental Backlash

I heard Al Gore’s presentation on global warming. While many politicians and commentators laughed at Gore, I believe that we’ll see a trend from businesses trying to become more environmentally conscious, and I think they’ll get more media coverage. Businesses doing more to take care of the earth isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

I’m not a scientist, and I know that there are Christians who believe that global warming is real and there are those Christians who refuse to take a stand on the issue.

Honestly, I don’t know enough about earth science to debate whether or not global warming is real. But, I do not see a problem with Christians thinking about the environment in the sense that we are stewards of the earth.

(I did mention the book Rich Christians in an Age of Hunger earlier in my blog. It was the book that I was reading when I met my husband. I just can’t bring myself to fully agree with Sider to say that it is sinful to be wealthy or condemn people who own SUVs – I have one, we fit seven people in it, and it keeps us safe on icy roads. Sider’s goals are admirable, but his applications and conclusions about sinfulness are off. Yet, there are few Christians who have have written about poverty and the environment, so he has become an “expert” by default.)

Certainly being a good steward means that we should do what we can to be less wasteful. I don’t understand why stewardship principles have to be thrown out just because people may or may not believe that global warming is real, or that to be environmentally conscious that you have to worship the earth. I believe that taking care of the earth is a way that we can show our appreciation to God for His provision.
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What does submission mean to you?

“What does the idea of biblical submission mean to you as it relates to mutual submission, within a marriage, and as a church member? What does it look like in practice?”

This is a question being discussed under the “Digging Deeper” forum at the Moms of Grace community – will be thinking about this today. I’m interested to know how women will respond.

Also, we’re studying the same topic in our Motherwise study group.

A Journey of 6,764 miles still begins with…

the insane rush to get to the front steps.

I slept for a total of two hours the night before our trip to Japan.

My alarm clock buzzed loudly at five, and the adrenaline rush immediately kicked in. I didn’t even need to smell coffee to put my feet on the floor.

At some ungodly hour in the night, I had set all of the children’s outfits “down to the shoes” on each of their respective dresser tops. I had selected their most cozy sweatpants and made sure to include Pull-Ups in the stack. My thought was that it was better to pack an extra Pull-up in my carry-on than a backup outfit for each child. None of them consistently stay dry through the night yet, and I didn’t want to take such a risk.

After quickly getting ready myself, I woke up each child individually, grabbed their clothing pile, and helped them to get dressed in the bathroom. (This method ensured there was no fighting over the toilet and that the still-sleeping children, or their father, for that matter, weren’t roused before I was ready for them.)

As I went down the line, I handed each child a granola bar and a sippy cup and told them to go to the “Ready Zone” – the very worn blue oriental rug that serves as our play area in the living room. Yes, I called it the Ready Zone. Yes, I’m a freak when I’m pressed for time – but it works.

“You’re making me wear Pull-ups during the day?” complained Thomas, most annoyed. “And now you’re giving me a sippy cup?”

“I don’t care if you’re six years old,” I shot back. “We don’t have time for spills, and all your other clothes are packed – besides, even if you’re good at drinking, the little guys could knock over your cup or theirs!” I felt like I was making a case for seatbelt wearing based on the other drivers on the road. He bought it. The thought of someone spilling apple juice on his lap was enough to scare him into compliance.
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