Monday, January 30, 2017

Finding My Little Girl



The dirt on my cheeks from playing outside
the fine stringy hair 
the girl that wore her clothes to bed the night before 
so she could just sleep in and run out the door to the bus stop 

That little girl who loved everyone. 
Whose best friend, at her grandmothers where she stayed often, 
was a different color than her.
She loved to eat cereal and watch cartoons. 
She loved to write, read and make terrible food in her easy bake oven. 
The little girl who went to new schools too often 
she sat nervously by herself at lunch on the first day feeling alone and odd

The little girl who didn't have a filter of what was right or wrong. 
She simply loved everyone and wanted them to be happy. 

I need to find her again 
because even though those who were supposed to love her 
didn't always know how to.
even though she was scared a lot of the time 
she was my little girl and she mattered. 

And your little girl - she matters too. 
That Little girl represents your freedom. 

Your freedom to love. 
Your freedom to create without fear of imperfectness. 
What little girl hold a crayon so tightly 
that she thinks she has to create a masterpiece at 5? 
No, she’s free.  She just loves to create, dream, play 
and YOU 
YOU just have to create from the Father's heart 
knowing you are loved knowing you are beautiful
and knowing you are free to just simply 
BE 
that little girl.
So find her again.
She's not lost
She's within
Let her free
And so will you be able to be
that little girl again

It's never pretty to be a little girl throwing a temper tantrum so we do need to mature but we need to hold on to the part of us that was free and unafraid.

What did you love to do when you were a kid?  Be out in nature? Play dress up?  Pretend you were a super hero?  Love on your babies?  Get back to the heart of your freedom and do those things again!  



Saturday, January 21, 2017

Jesus Fix It

I heard the sound of a hand, or as it turned out, a foot running through deep-ish water very near. too near. to my sleeping head. 
Few things can strike a chord of terror within like waking up to the strong smell of smoke or hearing a splish splash when no one is taking a bath. 
I thought my husband spilled his giant yeti cup of water and snickered a little bit but then my husband very quietly said, “I think our house is flooded.” Ya think?
So not only did the cowboys lose Sunday. But our rental house flooded. 
Crap, did we leave the bath running? Busted pipe? 
“We’re taking on water, captain.” Muddy rain water. It was the heavens crying at the loss of our beloved cowboys football game. 
What happened: 
In ONE hour.one SINGLE hour.the rain water made a beeline toward us. It came down from the heavens, into our back yard (our neighbors were so kind to share some of their leftovers as well) The rain river flowed until it met the dam of our house then it spread out, silently, underneath the back door as well as under the freaking BRICKS of our house, into our bedroom and slid down the hallways and into all the other bedrooms all while I slept and my husband read his book. 
HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN???
We always want to get to the why when something catastrophic like this happen in our lives but honestly the why is irrelevant. If only we would have known, we could have done XYZ to change the outcome. I felt betrayed. The backyard where I sat each morning and prayed, where I worshipped had not protected or stopped the torrent of water from touching us. We so want someone to blame #blastedPackers#previousownersshouldhaveTOLDourlandlord
#alittlewarningwouldhavebeennice
We should have had a clue when they turned us down for renters insurance because of multiple claims at the new address....from water damage.
but knowing why in that moment wasn’t helpful if there’s nothing I can do to change it. 
I was in shock. Like waking up into a bad dream. 
I waded through it in my snake boots to find it was 1" deep in some places :(
My husband handed me a 5 gallon bucket and a sponge mop while he worked with the towels.
Lemme tell ya it is NO fun to be doing the mop and no glo with muddy water after being rudely awakened. 
As I mopped, it gave me some time to think. I wasn’t mad. Just a little shell shocked and figuring out the next step. I was tempted to go into “poor me” victim mode. WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME? haha. this particular thing has never happened before. 
Or I could have been overwhelmed and stressed. I thought about the floor. It would have to be replaced because all of the muddy water. It was seeping down into the pad underneath the laminate floors. We would have to move out probably for at least a couple of days or more while it was replaced. We moved three times last year so this meant we go from our temporary rental house to temporary temporary housing in a hotel. 
So it was no small miracle and a little bit of a shock to me and I’m sure to my husband (since I had my sleepy frog voice going) when I belted out and started singing…Yes, singing #kindoflikewhistlewhileyouwork

I sang out, “You are my shield, my portion, deliverer. My shelter. Strong Tower. My very present help in time of need…” and I didn’t know the rest of the song so I just kept repeating that for a few minutes. 
#JesusFixIt
I was at peace and I could feel Him resting on me as I mopped and sang. It would be okay. 
I came across some things that were ruined that were pretty sentimental and I started singing again and there was the rational thinking: It's just stuff. No ones hurt or dying. It's not scary. It's just work, inconvenience and we would get through it together. 
And please don't feel bad or sorry for me because I look at this as a great victory. I never want to put my hope or even disappointments in THINGS. I love people and things aren't where life and love lives and grows.
What I learned:
We all need to be building ARKS! JUST KIDDING 
Seriously, If all you lose is STUFF and you are alive, the STUFF can all be replaced or even if it’s sentimental, we don’t HAVE to have it to live. it does no good to blame or get to the why. If it’s preventable, you can worry about a plan of protection but otherwise just let it go. 
Most importantly TRUST that God has a plan. A rescue plan. Usually what we make up in our head is so much worse than the reality of it. 
When we trust Him, we can sing our way out of trouble and into peace. Singing crushes the head of self pity, stress, and fear. It worked for me sunday. Try it! 
#PRAISEHIM
#TRUSTHIM
#HEWILLDELIVERYOU

Monday, January 16, 2017

The Turds of Life

For those who think my life as a flight attendant is a glamorous adventure, that's only about 10% true for me.
#iknowpoorme
#igettotraveltheworld
#andgetpaidtodoit
#feelsorryforme
#wahwah
Why am I not living the dream but yet somehow I still know I am exactly where I am supposed to be? 
How to explain…Do you want the good, the bad or the ugly first? I like to save the best for last but you can go to your designated paragraph below as you see fit.
THE BAD & THE UGLY
First, flying these days is pretty “un-glam.” FA life may have been glamorous back in the good old days with their white gloves and cute little hats. People were grateful for the miracle of being able to FREAKING fly rather than walk everywhere. For the ability to cross the continents in hours rather than months.  #realitycheck
Today, for the most part, people aren't grateful. More along the lines of entitled, impatient and demanding. MYSELF INCLUDED (see my previous blog on throat punching) It’s a challenging process to get 200-ish people to sit down and play nice not to mention when the weather or broken airplanes interfering with all our plans.
FA life is a lot of dealing with crying babies (which I love actually) or adults acting like them #dontlove, working with temperamental crew, getting a call from my supervisor for a 2 minute delay, many long days with short nights, creepy pilots who make me feel yucky with their comments (many are great, kind, respectful but i always remember the turds) 
Speaking of turds, there is the gross factor of the job (if you have a weak stomach like many of my flyers do then skip to next paragraph). There are occasions on the job where flight attendants have to deal with them.  Yep, recently there’s been a lot of dog crap since everyone and their dog ;) has a “service animal.”  
We have to clean up throw up from trembling tummies.  When people "miss" in the lav, which happens quite often, I have to clean it up...gurrrrooooossss. One time another flight attendant had to clean up some lady’s boils that burst during out flight. I was a coward, I chose to be the “runner” and get all the stuff and then I hid in the lav…So so gross but it’s a TRUE STORY. Glamorous? Not the word that comes to my mind.
I feel untethered with this job. This whole thing has actually been pretty scary. I am free falling. Not a great feeling. Held up only by His grace. My comfort gone, I have only His hand to grasp for. His protection to keep me safe. I don't want to leave my family or my comfort zone. In the past I’ve had panic attacks when I stayed alone at night and still struggle with that occasionally. So yes I love to travel for free, but I DO NOT want to do it alone or do it by serving someone as their waitress.  #iknow #myprivilegeisshowing#beinghonest #youdonthavetocallmeout #ialreadydidit
Enough about the ugly. Take the above as the dark underbelly of flight attendant-ing but it’s worth it. There’s beauty in it. Keep reading. 
THE HOOK
So why did I do it?
One reason only.
Because He asked me to.
He didn’t say it would be easy, There have been many, many, many times I wanted to quit. Just this week actually.
When this all began, I heard Him say very clearly, “You can change the atmosphere on an airplane” and I said right back "pretty cool but I don’t want to do that.” I kept praying and He kept confirming. Then I decided it was just a test. Like Abraham took Isaac to sacrifice but then God said NAH Ne'er mind. I got this. Just wanted to check ya heart. Surely God would not MAKE me to do this since it’s not my dream. He asked me to so I kept taking steps of obedience and the doors kept literally “flying” open. Guess what? It wasn’t a test. ;) #3yearslater
WHY ME GOD?
Why did God want me to do something I clearly didn’t want to do? Was He being a meany-butt? No! It was more along the lines of when your parents want you to eat vegetables, but they know full well you despise vegetables because they don’t taste like ice cream :) or like when you have to push past the pain of trying to train an out of shape body. 
My kryptonite... or the vegetable I avoid...is serving. #kindofmandatorytofollowJC
This job has allowed me a plethora of opportunities to serve others especially with people who aren’t grateful
On my list of gifts, serving is always last. dead last. That and mercy. I get to learn both while flying. #YAYME :(
#servingisonlyformyfamilyornicepeople
#ifyousaypleaseandthanksyouandareniceIwilldoit
#notnice
#youcandoityodamnself
At the last supper, right before Jesus gave His life for me, He put on an APRON and washed dirty feet even Judas's feet. Yep, the same dude who would that evening turn him into the religious po-po. For the joy before Him, Jesus ENDURED the cross. #obedienceuntodeath#obediencerequiressacrifice #Hedidntloveit #butHelovedus
So daily I die. Die to my fears. Die to my anti-serving attitude. Die to my pride that maybe somehow I'm above picking up dog crap or serving someone who would be mean to me. 
I think of it like high school or college. I hate math but I need it to get my degree. Even if I’m not great at it, I gotta get through it and do the work. I must learn how to Serve to pass my GED #GodEngineeredDesign#gottalooklikeHim
So no for me it's not some grand adventure. 
Many people come to me because they want to be a flight attendant. I think maybe for them it won’t be the same experience. They are fluent in servanthood and will really shine at this job. We all have our unique“perspective” and walk with God as our Daddy. #wouldgladlyswitchplaceswithyouifIcouldthough Don’t let all this dissuade you from pursuing it.  #Keepreading.  #Almosttothegoodpart
THE GOOD (FInally!) 
When I fly with Him I see the most beautiful miracles in Him and in His creation. For all the messiness in the world, love still makes all of my life and doing this so so beautiful.  #imayfussabit but I will gladly take the messy to see His miracles.
And there are so many miracles.
He does it nearly every flight if I don't get negative or self focused. I get to encourage and pray peace over the airplane. I believe that every sacrifice, produces a harvest. So the harder the flight for me, the stronger I become and the stronger the Spirit of God soars #likepumpingiron#spiritualmusclesgrow #imustbesupermanbynow ;)
Sometimes things in life don’t FEEL amazing but they lead to and PRODUCE amazing results. Am I right or am I right?  ;)
Like motherhood. Sick babies with snotty noses, poopy diapers, lack of sleep, fretting, missing them when they are gone, school, the schedules, the back talk. It's lots of work and sacrifice but also extraordinarily fantastic.
Like when you get to see your kiddo shine, or when you hold your child close to your heart and you know they are safe and peaceful. When they place their hand in yours and smile at you. Give you kisses and hugs. When you hear their laugh…We forget the trauma or drama of motherhood but it doesn't necessarily make it an easy job. It’s worth it. Every second of it. #dieingtoyourwantsforwhatyoulove
Or marriage. It’s all sunshine and roses until you feel misunderstood or mistreated. When one or both get selfish and want it THEIR WAY ALL THE WAY. When you can no longer believe the best about your partner, staying and praying feels like death. Sometimes it does have to die because it takes two willing hearts to make a connection. But sometimes it doesn’t have to die. When TWO people choose covenant and choose each other. They stay even when it hurts them to do it. They watch the death of their desires turn into something beautiful and enduring. Obedience to keep our promise can cost us dearly but it turns into a beautiful crazy love story with lasting fruit for generations to come. 
HOPE
His Presence partners with my perseverance. The peace He brings to the souls on board. Every city I go to I claim it for the Kingdom. I keep a journal and write down the words He declares. In faith, usually exhausted, I then speak them out from my hotel room window. I keep track of the creepy pilots and sic JC on them to renovate their hearts and marriages. I write down a list of those who need Jesus most in the back of that journal and ask God for their salvation. SO MANY GOOD THINGS HAPPEN THAT FAR OUTWEIGH MY DISCOMFORT. 
Sometimes I get to see it. They are brief moments but I hold on to these moments. Like being able to pray for a young girl who lost her father and didn't know if she could believe he was in heaven. Or the gay guy who was so scared of being rejected, he lived in constant fear. The overly religious woman. Her pastor husband married someone in his YOUTH group. She didn’t understand how to forgive and love again. The toothless smiles of children who I give a coloring book that says “YOU ARE LOVED” on the cover. The peace that I have to give to scared unaccompanied minors, I get to protect and pray for silently usually traveling because of divorce. The older woman who was incredibly testy and rude who demanded a blanket and water without a please or thank you when I brought it. Her husband came to the galley and broke down as he asked me to forgive her. They were going to pick up their dead son’s body. So I simply can’t…for all my whining…get past the beauty He’s created out of this somewhat challenging time. The good far outweighs the bad. I would and will continue to do it as long as He asks me to.
Are you in a season that isn’t pretty? Things don’t look like what you dreamed and hoped for? If so, I get it! Please don’t lose faith. Sit down and have a good cry but GET BACK UP again. God has GOOOD PLANS for you, friend. GREAT plans. Greater than you can imagine. It will be worth the wait! 
You find Him beyond your fears. It’s not faith unless you are willing to lose sight of the shore. 
If you feel led, pray or sing this: “Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders. Let me walk upon the waters wherever you would call me. Take me deeper than my feet could every wander and my faith will be made stronger in the Presence of my Savior…You call me out upon the waters. The great unknown where feet may fail and there I find You in the mystery. In oceans deep, my faith will stand. I will call upon your Name. Keep my eyes above the waves. My soul will rest in your embrace for I am Yours and You are mine.”
lyrics by Hillsong 
SIDENOTE: Thinking about becoming a flight attendant. A couple of things God shared with me
Flying is symbolic:
1- Airplanes were used as a weapon to bring death and destruction on 9/11 BUT GOD will use them to resurrect life in people and be glory bringing tools. (So if you feel like you are being called to fly, do it! But do it knowing, you're a soldier and soldiers have to fight the good fight of faith.)
2-You are closer to the heavenlies and you have a different view of the world and its problems. #miracleshappenontheairplane
I pray for His divine appointments and that you make the friendly skies a lot friendlier. I pray His blessings on you and open doors so you can bring His Light and glory to the sad and hurting. VAYA CON DIOS #GowithGod

Monday, January 9, 2017

H-E-Double Hockey Sticks


It was my first day back on call in my reserve month and I was hoping and praying to be released. I was bummed when I saw the trip pop up on my schedule. I wanted to spend New Years Day with my bare feet propped up on my husband’s lap while watching a movie. Instead I would be forced to bathe and wear heels along with the dreaded pantyhose. :( #uggggh
I was tempted to be disappointed. I looked carefully at the trip. It was so easy. A turn from DFW to Mexico. I would be back by evening. So I put on my happy hose and decided to be grateful instead of hateful. My sweet hubby knew I wasn’t thrilled to be leaving. He prayed for me, packed my breakfast and lunch for the trip and took me to the airport. #loved
I settled into the back row of the aircraft before boarding with my breakfast and turned on some worship music. I prayed for my trip and peace over the airplane.  #atmospherechanger
My fellow flight attendant who was working in the back galley came on late. He was sweating bullets so he grabbed a paper towel out of the lav and wiped the beads from his forehead and plump cheeks. I’ll call him Christian because he reminds me of Christian Cuevas from the most recent Voice. 
Most guys I work with are gay so I was surprised when he said his tardiness was because his wife had morning sickness. 
Our conversation went along these lines: 
He found out the week of Christmas they were pregnant with their first child. He didn’t believe he could have kids because he and his first wife tried for 4 years so he felt like this child was a true “miracle.” 
I love to pray for babies… I’m in no way bragging but God has gifted me with an anointing for this because of my two abortions. I know that doesn’t make sense to people but it is truly His grace. His crazy love. Christian was throwing the miracle word out there so I asked if I could pray for his baby. 
He said, “Yeah. That would be great. I think my Mom is on her knees praying right now.” I prayed for protection and that the baby would be hidden under the shadow of God’s wing. 
Well, imagine my surprise, after he so readily accepted the prayers of both myself and made mention of his mother’s, when he said he was at times agnostic but mostly an atheist. He believed in science and the universe. I was like SAY WHA? God created that… You believe in the creation but not the creator? A little flummoxed I kept my thoughts to myself and said, “Well, thank you for sharing that. I’m glad you feel comfortable enough to be real and honest with me.” and I meant it. 
The flight was a little bumpy so we stayed seated for a bit. I said some silent prayers. Most flight attendants call what occurred next a “jumpseat confession.” It’s true. People seriously tell you all kinds of crazy stories and confess their deepest darkest secrets on the jumpseat. The people you are flying with you will more than likely never see again. It’s a safe place to get it all out.
Christian grew up in a “cult” (his words). The church he attended followed the letter of the law. His mom didn’t wear make up, jewelry or pants. They didn’t celebrate Christmas because it had become too commercialized and they believed Jesus was born in the summer. His denomination believed they alone were the Bride because they didn’t indulge in any sort of worldy sin. Other people that believed in Jesus but who sinned (like me) may get into a lower level of heaven (so relieved ;) As for the rest, those who didn’t believe…welp, according to the church’s leader they were going to H-E double hockey sticks :-/  #hellfireandbrimstone
The leader they followed was a self appointed apostle of god and he spoke the infallible truth. How can you argue with that? “God says….” and back it up with scripture in some round about way. If you argue or don’t believe then you are rebellious. He preached extreme accountability…not necessarily to God but to him.
The church controlled his family’s life.
The leader had the password to all member’s bank accounts. If and when he saw fit, he could verify you were giving your standard 10%. If church members went to a movie or were caught doing anything “worldly” they would be rebuked and many were ostracized from the congregation for falling out of line with their idea of “holiness” rather than looking to God for it. 
They told him Christian could only marry someone if they approved. There was a mandatory 3 step courtship process that the church was very involved in. No hand holding or one-on-one dates. Not surprisingly the girl they chose for him was within their church. 
He was a virgin when he married at 19, he’d never tasted a drop of alcohol, never cussed and had kept himself pure in every way he knew how. His wife ended up leaving him and the church. She cheated on him multiple times and went into the “adult industry.” 
As he walked through his divorce with the church, they told him his only option was to remain single. He could get a divorce but never remarry anyone else. His only hope was through prayer that his ex-spouse would come to her senses and return to him some day. So he prayed and he waited for her.
He continued to attend church but was starting to notice things that didn’t line up. He was weary of the overly controlling ways by twisting the scriptures and that he was sentenced to this entire life alone unless he accepted someone back who had never truly loved him and betrayed him. 
The “apostle” and leader of the church became very ill but he preached, not to worry, that he would be healed and/or raised up in the body of an 18 year old young man. The church he attended believed in miraculous healing and Christian had even witnessed it for himself with a blind child’s sight being restored. Still, Christian decided if the man died then everything he believed about God was hogwash. 
Well, the leader wasn’t healed and no 18 year old dude showed up to the pulpit claiming to be reincarnated…so Christian was done. He wanted out. He had done everything the right way to the letter of the law and his life was over if he stayed. He left the church with his family initially disowning him. He did some intense counseling, was somewhat reconciled with his family, and remarried 2 years before our airplane ride. His wife was spiritual but didn’t necessarily believe in one god more in energies and light.
He told me matter of factly, “For me, I believe in science and astronomy. Things that are provable rather than made up. I’ve read the bible and I dedicated myself to it. I probably know the Word better than most pastors. There’s so much more out there and religious people can’t admit that you don’t have all the answers. Admit it.” He looked at me, “You don’t know. You don’t have all the answers.” 
I responded:
“You’re right. I don’t have all of the answers. There are questions I have when I meet my Maker. There are many things I don’t understand.” 
He said, “If you could just believe in something bigger than God that was based on facts! Earth is just this tiny spec in space. Space has been here for billions of years and there’s more to it. Science is where it’s at. I’m telling you.” He talked about how the universe was its’ own thing and I listened not out of agreement but respect. He said, “You really need to think about this.” 
I had no answer for many of the things he brought up with science that in his mind refuted the validity of the bible. Christians like to be the only one’s sharing their reality and views but we don’t know how to listen. We say things without asking the Holy Spirit first so I’ve learned to zip it unless God creates the opportunity. It would have been lovely for God to give me something profound to say…Maybe God should have made me some practiced apologist who could argue for their faith but that’s not me and I didn’t have any smooth debate techniques to come back and “win” our conversation….Besides, if I try to reach someone by “winning” that means they have to lose. If I try to argue with their mind, nothing I say ever reaches their heart. I don’t feel pressure to be “right” or convert anyone. God is MORE than capable of proving himself if He chooses.
Arguing and pushing my beliefs doesn’t feel like the Father’s heart to me. I don’t want to argue with anyone about God. Can you see God saying, “Yeah and tell Christian this! I’m right and he’s wrong and this is why.” No, the Father’s heart sounds to me something like, “I know you’ve been hurt by those who claimed to represent me. I miss you. I love you. We can work through this if you will give our relationship another try.”
I listened and finally did respond to him with my thoughts since he was obviously trying to convert me to his way of thinking. “See what you are talking about takes more faith for me than believing in God. For me, science is us trying to explain God which we can’t. Believing that we all got here by some accident. It doesn’t in any way make sense to me. The rules of gravity, the laws of universe. They point to an Engineer. A Creator. Someone had to set it up.” 
A passenger rang their call light #savedbythebell so I excused myself. When I got back he immediately apologized, “I’m sorry. I was pushing my science on you and my beliefs. My parents are still very much part of the church and my Dad is an elder. We’ve come to an agreement that I won’t push them and they won’t push me so I can’t believe I did that. I just flew with another flight attendant. She was a Christian and she drove me crazy. She used every hour of the 3 day trip to try to show me how wrong I was and how right she was. I have these conversations all the time with people and I’m usually not pushy so please forgive me.”
I responded, “Of course. You are not being pushy. I’m all in with God. There’s no turning back for me. There came a point where I pushed all my chips into the center of the table. He’s mine and I am His so please don’t worry about being pushy with me. I’m just glad you feel safe enough to share your thoughts with me.” 
We finished our first flight and loaded back up to head home. We were about to do our service so the flight attendant who sits up front came back to help. We were waiting on Christian to finish setting up the cart. With no knowledge of my conversation with Christian, she RANDOMLY (but we know it’s not random) starts chatting it up and talking about her new church. She tells us that she left the church she attended since birth because they were controlling. She thought it was so wrong that you needed a priest to be an intermediary between you and God. She swore she would never step foot in another church because of the abuse by her father towards her mother. The church didn’t help and they wouldn’t accept her mom’s parents who were protestants. She was done with her church but not God. Then her mom asked her to try a non-denominational church. She had been going for a couple of years now and loved it. 
I mean you cannot make this stuff up. Christian knew what she had no way of knowing what we were talking about before. I felt she was there for back up spiritually speaking ;) I didn’t have to have all the right answers. He showed Christian in a very profound way that offenses, the control could be overcome if he wanted to give it another try. 
I prayed and prayed whether I should say anything else or remain silent. Usually God speaks through me without realizing it when I tell a story and it will speak to their heart or answer a question for them or be a confirmation but I was pretty quiet. Listening to Christian talk about how beautiful his new marriage was and all the adventures he and his wife had been on with the perks of flying at minimal cost. 
It was the end of our last flight and the last few passengers were deplaning. It just came out without me really thinking about it too much. I said, “Would you do me a favor? You don’t have to. I mean…” 
Christian interrupted, “Yes, I’ll do it. What is it? Ask anything.”
“Will you ask God about how your baby was made? How He created him? Where your baby’s soul came from?”
“So you want him to prove to me…”
I interjected, “No! I promise I don’t have some agenda with that question or preconceived right answer in my head and honestly, I don’t know what He will say but will you ask?”
“Yes, I will! And then maybe we will fly together and I can share it with you?”
“That would be great.” I said.
So rather than being offended at each other’s differences, we were totally cool. We were two radically different polar opposite believers. He believed in “science” and I believed in Jesus. On the surface, we had nothing in common but we walked off the plane as respectful seekers of God’s truth. Maybe we will meet again and his faith in a loving (not controlling) God will be restored.
A few things to ponder
1. Can we all admit we’ve had times of doubt? Especially when our circumstances don’t line up with His promise? I’ve asked questions like: Are you real? Do you care about me? Those times would really confuse me but now I don’t get too much into my head or try to figure things out. I ask God questions and if I wait, He answers me through a sermon, a devotional, a secular movie or song, He’s even used a billboard sign! We can empathize with people who struggle with doubt.
2. LISTEN RESPECTFULLY and respond with AUTHENTICITY. Religion caused Christian a great deal of pain and heartache. I have no idea the depth of that pain and the loneliness he felt when his wife cheated on him or the isolation he felt when his family rejected him. The least I can do is hear his heart and his hurts and his reasons “why.” In the past, I would be so freaked out that I wouldn’t be able to have these types of conversations without getting judgmental, defensive or simply shutting down and walking away. God has taught me to listen. Really listen to another’s heart and not to poo poo on their beliefs or be disrespectful. I ask the Holy Spirit to speak through me and sometimes that means saying NOTHING. I don’t have to have all the right answers. Pray and be sensitive to what He is saying and let God do what only He can.