Finding God in the Impossible

Life is full of impossible situations. 

They creep in out of nowhere and blow me away. Of course, sometimes things are a consequence of our sin, but when I'm truly following hard after Christ, I have a hard time understanding why things aren't easier. I've learned, however, that if I wasn't faced with the difficult situations, I wouldn't be nearly as dependent on Christ. And if He wasn't there to rescue me from those rough patches in life, then I would most definitely keep trying to promote myself instead of giving God all the glory He is due.  

What follows is a post I wrote about one of my favorite "impossible situations" found in the Bible. I'm challenged and convicted by the obedience these believers showed, in spite of their circumstance, and in awe of the faithfulness God showed to them.

It's funny how many times you can hear a Bible story or an encouraging word or verse from someone, and not really let its application sink in. There are tons of Bible stories I've heard over and over during the course of my life, but never really taken anything from them or seen what truth I can take away and apply in my life.

A couple of weeks ago, my mom was talking to me about the story of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego. You can find it here, if you want to read it! It's a story I've heard a million times and thought about how "cool" it is, but nothing more. I've honestly never put much more thought into it than that. Multiple times, over the past 2 weeks, though, God has brought that story to mind and given me insight into how I can apply it to my life right now.

Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego were totally being obedient to God. They definitely didn't make a mistake by choosing not to bow down to the gold statue that Nebuchadnezzar set up. Yet somehow, they still ended up in the middle of chaos - in the middle of a blazing fire, to be exact! But, God was totally there with them. And, in the end, it says they came out not even smelling like smoke. I mean, how could they give credit and glory to anyone other than God after that?

I've struggled- big time- the past couple of months with understanding why when I feel like I'm being obedient to God, things turn out completely differently than I thought. If I'm trying to listen and obey and I have a peace about my decisions, that I feel sure come from God, why would I end up in the middle of heartache and chaos?

I feel like I'm standing in some fires of life right now - even after making decisions I thought were being obedient. But, I know that God is right there with me - even when I feel all alone or discouraged. And, at the end of all this - I know God is going to deliver me. I want to come out of this like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego - not even smelling like smoke! It's exciting when I think that at the end of all this I can look back and give glory to God alone for the way I know He will deliver me. Even now, the way my heart and thoughts and attitudes have been growing and changing, can't be attributed to anyone other than Him!

I am a camp counselor and I was sharing this with the girls in my cabin. We spent a lot of time talking about God's plan for our lives and His direction and leading. One of the questions I asked the girls in my cabin during devotions was to raise their hand if they thought always knowing exactly what God's will was, and what He had planned next, would make it easier to follow Him. I'm pretty sure just about every hand was raised. And honestly, before really studying and processing the story of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego, I have to say, I would have totally agreed with them. But I was struck by another sort of reality or truth that I can take away from this bible story.

My new perspective? If I was Shadrach, Meshach or Abednego I'm not sure it would have been any easier for me to follow God's plan for my life if He told me it included, literally, being thrown into a fire. Especially once I was informed of the fact that it was because I was choosing to serve only Him and no other gods. I mean, my reward for obedience is something that is sure to lead to my death? I feel like that's a question I would be asking - but, I definitely don't think knowing that was God's plan for my life would make following it any more enticing. In the end, God still received all the glory and praise due to Him, but I know for certain I would not have been all happy- go- lucky to jump on board with that plan! So really, knowing the plan, probably wouldn't have made things any easier.

The reality is, I don't know God's specific, step-by-step plan for my life. And, I'm never going to know exactly what He has next. What I do know is that in good times and bad, He is with me every step of the way and I want to always be living in obedience to Him, in spite of what it costs me. Regardless of my circumstance, I want to live my life so that when people look at me, they see Jesus working in me. I want my life to always point to Christ - whether I'm standing in the fire or not.

Ashley McGarvey is a 20-something, fantastic, Jesus-loving, kind, compassionate, full-time, year- round camp counselor at New Life camp. Oh to be one of the girls in her cabin! She is a daughter, twin, aunt and friend. I met Ashley about 13 years ago and have loved being reunited with and stalking her on facebook.  She has always made me happy.

The Triumph

"Named aborted baby today. Declared forgiveness out loud. The day isn't even over yet. Whew!" 

That was a TEXT I got from a friend while she was attending a retreat. I stood in my kitchen and shed tears of so many kinds. As an adopted girl, abortion is such a reality to me. (And, consequently, has been a point of judgement that the Lord is refining.) I know the struggle my friend has battled to wrap her head around total forgiveness. I know the statistics: 40% of women in childbearing years have had an abortion. She's not the only woman hurting.

This entry is not about abortion. It's about this... "they triumphed over him {Satan} by the blood of the lamb and by the word of their testimony..." (revelation 12:11). In other words, my friend's text finished the job. Jesus started the victory and she finished it. The blood of the Lamb came first, the spoken words of forgiveness sealed the deal.

What is the power in this? That, once again, the Lord has chosen to finish the job through us. He did it with the Great Commission, He does it with prayer and He even wants to take out the ultimate enemy using piddly ol' me.

Is this resonating? For all of you, sitting on your tail thinking, "I'm good. Jesus forgave me for my junk. It's over." You're missing the point. He is waiting for your testimony. Jesus wants your words, your experience, your story. It's that important. To us. To those waiting to hear it. To those of us who need to hear your story, to heal our story. Do you see the domino effect? My friend tells of her deliverance, it causes me to do the same, and you and you and you... TRIUMPH.

Isn't it just like Jesus to take the enemy's own scheme and turn it around to defeat him? I love that. That's what He does when He heals us- what man intended for evil, God meant for good.

"Beauty from ashes. Oil of joy instead of mourning and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair...". Then you become an "oak of righteousness. A planting for the Lord to display His splendor." (Isaiah 61:3) There was a time that I  would never have thought of myself as an oak, a weeping willow maybe. Now I can't see myself as anything but an Oak. Roots deep. Limbs strong. Ready for any opportunity to display Splendor. 

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My sweet friend? Splendor. Roots deepening. Just yesterday she said to me, “Each time I tell my story, it's getting easier. Much less emotional.” That's what we need! Ladies who can tell their story, without blubbering, and with a confidence that can only say, “HE did this! HE healed me! HE set me free!” 

This is the next verse in Isaiah 61, “ They will rebuild the ancient ruins and restore the places long devastated; they will renew the ruined cities that have been devastated for generations.” A rebuilt city or building is always sooo much stronger than the one before. It's rebuilt to withstand waaayy more than the previous structure. That's my friend! Stronger. Fortified. Ready.

- jill

What I'm Learning From Golf

Some people are naturally more positive-thinking than others. I am one of those people. I love it when things are tracking smoothly and everyone around me is getting along. People at work tease me about “Julie World” where everything is butterflies & bunnies and puppies & kittens. In Julie World, everyone does what they are supposed to do and treats each other nicely. Doesn’t it sound like a wonderful place? I live in "Julie World" most of the time, but then I can also be very hard on myself. Enter golf…

Golf is a maddening game. Yet, I want to be good at it. The crazy thing is I think I could be. I hit some beautiful shots sometimes and think, “Yeah, I’m pretty good.” Then I hit a shot that goes so far off course (literally) that I look like I’ve never played before (and I have played for 15 years). I start to beat myself up in my mind, about how bad I am. This thinking, of course, leads to more bad shots and more ridiculing of myself. A friend has recently challenged me to think about what I’m learning about myself and life, from golf.

I have a friend who is a good recreational golfer. I would love to have her disposition. As a recreational golfer, you will not usually hit great shots. Hopefully, you’ll hit shots in the general direction that you’re trying to go. My friend does not appear to be rattled by shots that are “off”. She usually just shrugs it off and goes to hit the next shot. And, she plays well; I would love to play as well as she does. Intellectually, I know that her approach is much more rational and productive. After all, golf is just a game, meant for fun. At the end of the round, the outcome is not meaningful. My livelihood is not affected, no one else cares how I played. So why do I care so much?!

I've yet to figure out all the reasons why I’m so hard on myself. I know that I’ve always hated being bad at something. I was a competitive gymnast as a teenager and demonstrated some of these perfectionistic traits back then, as well. I’m competitive more with myself than other people. And when I see that I’m capable of being good at something, I get frustrated when things don’t go well. So this year, I’m working on the mental game as well as the physical parts of playing golf. I’m wondering if “take every thought captive and make it obedient to Christ” (2 Corinthians 10:5) applies to my golf game. I don’t want to over-spriritualize golf, but there is value in stopping negative thinking in all aspects of our lives and remembering Whose we are.

I am Christ’s friend. “I have called you friends, for everything I learned from my Father I Have made known to you.” John 15:15

I am complete in Christ. “and you have been given fullness in Christ, who is the head over every power and authority.” Colossians 2:10

I am God’s workmanship. “For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” Ephesians 2:10

The list could go on and on about who I am in Christ. The trick is to remind myself of these truths when my mind is telling me the opposite. Maybe you don’t play golf, but what do you tell yourself when you make a mistake in parenting…or your job…or a friendship.

So what’s your golf…   

- julie

Giving Up Olivia

 "This is not my fight. This is not my child. I am not the Creator of life or future. I am the steward. Scripture tells us that when you are faithful with the little, God will make you ruler over much. Here is your much."

I remember being 12 years old, sitting at the dining room table reading my Brio magazine, when I saw an advertisement for Teen Missions. I felt a tug on my little heart, and as soon as my parents walked in the door from a missions conference in Switzerland, I asked if I could go to Iceland for a month. Without hesitation, they gave me their permission, and bent over backwards to support an ambitious little girl who had no idea what she was getting into. I remember my dad driving me to Dover to get my pictures taken for the bookmark I would send out to my trip supporters; on the way home we would discuss US/Israel foreign policy. My mom sat down with me and her tattered address book, helping me make a list of people to call on to support my trip. They were pouring into me from the earliest age, and my parents were the most exceptional example of this principle.

I didn't know it then, but this was the first of many tangible moments where I can distinctly recall being released to the Lord. "Have your way with her." They didn't fear my plane crashing, or being abducted, or whatever else parents think they can control. It is all in vain: the worrying, the fretting over what could happen. It could happen under anyone's watch, so why not let me go and let God do unbelievable things with my life? Why not let the One who sees and knows all be the protector over me? I went on to be a part of nine more trips in the next ten years, all before I was 22. I served in Iceland, Brazil, Venezuela, and then Romania for six summers.

My parents showed me such an incredible picture of faith. If you aren't familiar with the Bible, you should read this true story of a father and a son. God asked the father, Abraham, to sacrifice his firstborn son (put him on an altar and light him on fire). Abraham believed that God was the Almighty, and out of the most beautiful picture of obedience, he proceeded up the mountain to offer his only son. Here is the story in a very short format for anyone who has never read it.

Fast forward 13 years.

I had an out of body experience last weekend. We were at Olivia Teagan's dedication, facilitated by our very close friends and mentors, Heath and Jill Forbes. I was in a room, surrounded by people who know and love us, and now love our daughter as well. There I was, after years and years of telling myself that when God gave me a child, I would promise to give it back. Ben and I had more discussions on the theology of infant baptism than probably any other child-rearing topic. We both adamantly agreed that it was crucial for us to entrust our kids to the Lord from very early on, knowing that we are called to be stewards of whatever he gives us, whether it be situations, finances, whatever. I struggled to take it all in, to comprehend the gravity of what we had chosen to do. The day had arrived and we were just trying to make good on our promise. It was less about Olivia and more about us. We wanted our community to know that we are believing that God will make himself known to her very early on, and that she will make her very own decision to follow him. It is up to us to guide her and steer her and make known to her the Truth.


This is such a beautiful predicament, "giving up Olivia". It sounds so foreign to people. Why would we ceremoniously dedicate our child to a God who cannot be seen or touched? But that, my friends, is just it. That it where parenting becomes unfathomably amazing. We will see and touch God when we believe in Him. When we garner up the faith to know and believe in our heart of hearts, that He is real. That He will do anything to protect his children. That He sent His Son to die for you and me. That when we give Him our lives, our family, our babies, my baby, the blessings will pour out. They will be immeasurable. The peace and joy will be uncontainable. There is nothing quite like it, I assure you.


Returning home from the hospital, or the birth center, or the woods, or wherever you had your kid, is of the most daunting things a parent will ever experience. Realizing that I am going to mess up. I am going to fail. I am responsible for this little life, that will hopefully become a big life. And that is why we put such an emphasis on our public declaration. We want everyone to know that we refuse to raise her on our own. We cannot and will not be responsible for her well being. We would drive ourselves crazy trying to control her every move. It just isn't a road we are willing to go down with someone so precious as Olivia.

It is so freeing to know that we have given our girl away. Given her back to the One who knitted her together in my womb. Trusting that He will guide her every step, and believing that she will call on Him through a faith of her own one day soon. Sure, God has placed us in her life to protect her innocence and defend her safekeeping. But again, we realize our role as her parents is to steward her. To guard her.

There were family and friends who couldn't be with us, and for you I will share the challenge that Heath and Jill issued: "Here is your much. This is it. It does not get bigger than this, and guess what? God entrusted you with it. He doesn't think you can handle it. He knows you will turn to him. You have no other choice. This job is hard and it sucks sometimes. (When you hear your five year old say Jesus take the wheel, you know you've said it a couple of times). And that is why you all are here. You are not just family or friends. You are diaper changers, meal bringers, phone callers, truth speakers, accountability givers, late night prayer lifters, stroller pushers, Hank walkers, grace bringers, life givers....You are Olivia's legacy. Please don't take that lightly. You have the power to hear from God on who Olivia may become, what gifts she has been given, or to advocate for her when her parents are stuck. You all have a purpose."

"I prayed for this child, and God gave me what I asked for. And now I have dedicated him to God. He's dedicated to God for life." (1 Samuel 1:27-28)

If you are interested in replicating a dedication such as this, or are just nosey and want to see more, visit me tomorrow (www.ourscottlandyard.blogspot.com) for pictures and more little details of this incredible day.

Maribeth Scott is a sweet spot in my life.  She and her husband, Ben, showed up in our lives just about 2 years ago in out "Before I Do" life group.  And here we are talking about their baby.  She is the one who pushed me over this blogging cliff... Maribeth shares my love of Mc Donald's (we know, we know, pink slime), Phil and Ted strollers, dessert before main course, framing pictures and the Word.  I hope you have just fallen in love with her, too.

Taking Hold of God's Promises- Not My Doubts

“The LORD is faithful to ALL His promises and loving toward ALL He has made.” Psalm 145:13b

I’ve realized that I have a privilege set before me every day where I get to choose what I believe. I teach this to my kids all the time, especially as we start to pray, read a scripture, or receive a blessing spoken over us. They’ve heard it 1,000 times: “Do you guys know what it means to really believe? You have to believe to receive. Do you believe that what Jesus says to us is real and true?”

I would love to say that they jump up and down and rejoice in the amazing understanding and appreciation of God’s grace and mercy and shout, “Yes! We Believe!” What I get instead is rolling of the eyes and exasperated sighs: “Yes, mom. Yes, we believe. Yes, we know God is true. You ask us this every time.” “Yes,” I say, “but you have to believe it or its just words.” But is our God not big enough to take a mustard seed size amount of faith and a few jumbled words to answer a prayer?

“Lord save me!” Peter was literally drowning in doubts as he began to sink in the water, and Jesus didn’t stand there and make sure he had all his doubts erased before stretching out His hand to deliver him. I’ve wondered why I so strongly want to know my kids believe. Why is it that it’s so imperative that I hear them say “Yes, we believe”? It does give me a sense of security and comfort knowing they are saying the words, but doesn’t God already know their hearts? Isn’t He strong enough and big enough to lead and guide them in their own personal journey of faith, just as He has done for me? Is He not the “author and perfecter of our faith" (Hebrews 12:2)? Doesn’t God promise He will meet our every need? Aren’t my children God’s before they are mine? Doesn’t He care for them more than I could possibly attempt to try? I feel like I hear Jesus saying, “Becky, why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?” (Mark 4:40)  

How can I be so strongly convinced in my security in Christ, and be steadfast on His promises of salvation, yet still battle doubt so many times each day? Am I good enough? Am I parenting right? Am I pretty enough? Am I smart enough? Did I use enough coupons at Publix to save us $? Did I take enough time to look at all the sale items before buying new stuff? Am I doing enough for God? Am I calling my friends enough? Am I involved enough at church? Am I doing enough at work to meet my own expectations and those of my boss? Am I patient enough for my daughter? Do I play enough for my son? Am I encouraging enough for my husband???? When is enough enough Lord?! “I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief!” (Mark 9:24)

Jesus is so good and sets me right immediately: “Quiet! Be Still! Take courage! It is I. Don’t be afraid.” (Mark 4:39, 6:50) “Becky,” the Lord says, “No one is good enough but Me”. That’s why I’m utterly dependent on God. That’s why my days are interrupted with the messes of life: reminders that I need God’s help. I need His intervention. I’m not expected to do all and be all. 

Ahhhh, sweet release. Peace. “Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have PEACE with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by FAITH into this GRACE in which we now stand. And we rejoice in the HOPE of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also REJOICE in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, HOPE. And HOPE does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.” Romans 5:1-5

I’m choosing to claim what my kids say to me: “Yes, I do believe.” Enough said!

- becky

The Interruption of Freedom

The boys jumped into bed with Heath and me this morning, at 7:06, fully dressed in their fourth of July garb. Teaching moment... "Tell me about the Fourth of July. What is it about?" Will answers, "to thank those who fight the bad guys?" "Sort of, but it's the birthday of our country. On July 4, 1776, we became a country. We fought a war, won and became a country."

"What if we hadn't winned?" (We're working on our verb tenses.)

Aaahhh, the age old question. What if they hadn't left England? What if we hadn't fought the war? What if we hadn't won? Freedom interrupts life. Life is changed.

Our lives are built on the "what ifs". What if I hadn't met that boy? What if I'd picked another college? What if I'd gotten that job? Bondage interrupts life. Life is changed.

We live there, don't we? Second guessing. Wishing we had made other choices or that life looked differently. Hoping that our ship will come in and all things will become new. At the very least, that is not what the earliest Americans fought for. They didn't give up everything so we could sit in our own self-loathing. And what about Jesus?

"It is for freedom that Christ set us free." (Galatians 5:1)

Period. That's it. He set us free for... Freedom. Not to do works or save people or change the world. For freedom. And we leave ourselves in captivity, bound by the "shoulda, coulda, woulda's".

This Independence Day, let's allow ourselves to be interrupted by freedom. To "throw off all that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles and run the race marked out for us..." (Hebrews 12:1). Let's allow this day of freedom to look differently and set a precedence for days to come, living "where the Spirit of the Lord is [because] there is freedom." (2 Corinthians 3:17)

- jill

Learning to Let Go

Is your last name Heath?
Me: Yes, why?

That explains a lot.
Me: A lot. A lot of what?

How you act.
Me: How do I act?

ANGRY.

I wish I had a nickel for every time I heard that. Actually, I wish I had a nickel for every time I believed that. I believed that because of my last name, I had to be angry. I’m not talking about righteous anger. I’m talking about an unhealthy, quick to explode, never knowing when things might push it over the edge, throw a plate, anger.

If you’ve never felt this, be thankful. If you’ve ever experienced the receiving end of this, I apologize for the hurt that was caused by it.

After wrestling with this gut-wrenching weight for the majority of my life, I have finally laid it down and asked God to deliver me from this bondage. If this is your struggle, my prayer today is that this piece of my heart will help you get one step closer to freedom. I wrote the poem below as my final step of letting go and letting God heal the inner parts of my heart.

You see, I didn’t choose to pick up this generational bondage, but I did choose to let it go.

I’m Angry
Why? Why you ask?
Because…just because
Because of the pain, because of the shame, because of the hurt.

Don’t you know what he did? What she said?

I’ve lost my dignity, my innocence…my identity.

I WANT THEM TO HURT TOO!

They just go on with their little lives: happy, smiling, giggling.
Don’t they know what they’ve done to me? I’ll show them!

What? It isn’t them? It’s me? It’s my fault.
WHAT? ARE YOU CRAZY? I deserve to feel this way.

Forgiveness?

I’m so angry I forget what that looks like.
Help me heal…I doubt it. The comfort in anger wraps around me, holds me, keeps me company. Forgiveness seems so far away.

How do I even start to walk down this path?
Turn around…take one step. That’s all you’re asking?
Surely there’s a trick.

Hold your breath…say a prayer. Let the journey begin.
Renew your mind, heal your spirit and walk in the FREEDOM it gives.

FORGIVENESS!

Amie Heath gave up a "real world job" to follow a ministry path that even she could not have imagined.  She is the Director of Special Projects at the North Charleston Dream Center and can love on some people.  Amie is creative, speaks Spanish, and will leave light-up snowmen on your porch, in April, and let her friends take the blame. She and Oliver, and their two dogs, live in Mt. Pleasant, SC.