Keeping perspective

On this past Saturday, while my oldest stayed at home with me for some quality mother/preteen time, my husband took the younger two to a great frog exhibit at the Science Museum.   Although we attend the museum often, this trip was special.

A couple of weeks ago while on the road, my husband ran into one of his clients.    The client remembered the city we call home and began to share with my husband that he was in our city every weekend because of a sick daughter.    This young girl, only a year older than our oldest, was a perfectly healthy, happy young lady who one day complained of a pain in her neck.    An early trip to a small-town doctor revealed nothing.    Not too long after the young lady passed out.   Now at one of the most prestigious cancer centers in the world, she has been diagnosed with an inoperable tumor.   The client’s wife has quit her practice to move here and be at the daughter’s side, and the husband travels each weekend with his small son.    Since he had already planned to attend the exhibit this weekend, my husband offered to take the son with us—a welcome relief to a family who is struggling in trying to get their heads and hearts around what has happened to them in a very short time.     The father decided to tag along with his son, and they had the opportunity to smile and to laugh amidst all of the sorrow and despair.    I don’t know that this family knows the Lord, but what a chance to minister Christ in our everyday activities.

That story is pretty much the summary of the last several days for me—some of the highest highs in the midst of some very low lows.   It amazes me how the wrong e-mail can send our spirits so low, but the right phone call can lift us so high.    So that has been my task this week: to ride the wave.    I have spent several days battling an attack, speaking the Word over my situation, and like David, encouraging myself.    I believe what God says about me:  I am the head and not the tail, I am above and never beneath, I am more than a conqueror, and that all things are working for my good as one who loves God and is called according to his purpose.   I know He will restore what the enemy has tried to steal, and I wait in a quiet peace to see in the natural what I already have received spiritually.   Yet, I must confess that I went to a concert this evening depressed and angry, frustrated that despite my best efforts, I continue to have to deal with an attack on my abilities and my self-esteem.   But God is so faithful to send exactly what we need.   I saw the African Children’s Choir, twenty-four beautiful and bright children from Uganda, who sing to raise money for their own education and for their potential to improve the continent through their commitment to personal excellence.   I was so ministered to by these faces, living among famine, war, and massive spread of disease, singing “He’s Got the Whole World in His Hands”.   I realized at that point, through tears, how very small my problems really are.    As if that weren’t enough, the toddler decided she wanted to see the church hymnal.   Against my better judgment, I let her look through the book.   She flipped it open to “God Will Take Care of You”, and she stayed right there, giving me the opportunity to read the words.  I began to think, what am I so upset about?   Have I not been here (or through worse) before?  Didn’t the Lord always bring me through better, higher, stronger than when I started the walk?    So, I want to end this post with the words that ministered so sweetly to me.  It’s the song of a child, but not a childish song:

He’s got the whole world in His hands, He’s got the whole world in His hands,

He’s got the whole world in His hands, He’s got the whole world in His hands.

 He’s got you and me, sister, in His hands, He’s got you and me, brother, in His hands,

He’s got you and me, sister, in His hands, He’s got the whole world in His hands.

 

God bless you.

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4 thoughts on “Keeping perspective

  1. This post really moved me. I will lift this young girl and her family in prayer…how kind of your family to reach out to theirs. I recently had a chance to meet with children from South Korea, Germany, Japan…and you're right, it's a humbling experience…one that makes you take stock of life and your own situation.

    Thank you for sharing your heart and sharing this reminder that sometimes others have far greater burdens.

    Be blessed,
    Michelle
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  2. so glad to hear that you will be part of our conference call. I am enjoying the Blessed Heritage series and am still holding fast to my Charlotte Mason approach. be well. Lisha in NYC

  3. This is my favorite psalm when I am in the murk. I hope you'll read it and make it yours as well. Psalm 42:

    1 As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God. 2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God? 3 My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? 4 When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday. 5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance. 6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me: therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, from the hill Mizar. 7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me. 8 Yet the LORD will command his lovingkindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life. 9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? 10 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is thy God? 11 Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.

    Blessings,
    Keri

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