“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.”
Psalm 34:18 ESV
Can I get an Amen on how much we miss our “handyman” around our homes?!
My husband was the ultimate “handyman” around our house. He could look at any situation and in his creative mind come up with a solution to make it work better.
I was reminded of this recently when I had to tackle an issue as a result of one of my husband’s ingenious work. He designed and installed a drain pipe to catch the over flow of pool water away from our deck. It was a genius idea. The pipe carried the water away, which over time could have damaged our deck. It also carried away pesky bugs and foliage debris.
But, what I didn’t know, was the need for this drain pipe to be flushed on a regular basis. A scheduled cleansing of pure water to flush the pipe to keep it clean and running free was needed. So, after months of no cleaning, I learned real quick the consequences. Stagnant water began to sit on my deck as a result of a completely clogged pipe. And as I began to tackle this clogged pipe, I thought how perfect an illustration it was in how I was feeling.
The past few months, my life has felt just like that clogged pipe. Clogged with frustrations. An abundance of frustrations! Frustration upon frustration pouring over me clogging my heart and thoughts. You know the feeling when every day presents another challenge and you feel as though you are drowning?
I am ashamed to say it, but, I have let these frustrations grab ahold and cause a struggle with my faith. A struggle not in the sense of questioning God’s faithfulness, but, more in the sense of questioning, “why the abundance of problems?” And if I can continue to be honest, I have been living in complete defeat lately.
Frustrations were winning and controlling my life. How did I get to this level? I am the first one to stand up and give testimony of how faithful God has been to me since my husband’s death. How could I allow these pesky annoyances to become so debilitating!
As I move towards freeing myself from this debilitating feeling, let me share a few of my steps toward that goal.
- Own the Struggles
I have made a hand written list and I am laying them at the Cross. While God already knows what my struggles are, giving them to Him acknowledges His sovereignty.
- It’s Okay To Say No
I am clearing my life of commitments for awhile (the ones I can). By clearing some time, I am able to spend more time in fellowship with God in study and prayer. Both necessary to conquer any struggles we may have.
- Relish Solitude
I am taking some time for me right now. I am scheduling in time for exercise and focusing on healthy eating. I am taking time to slow down and enjoy the little things like evening strolls and reading. It’s okay to not conquer life at mach speed all the time.
I don’t like the feelings I’ve had recently. As a child of God, I want to be strong and a constant testimony to His faithfulness. I do not want to be a weak Christian. And yet it is during these times He reminds me,
But He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.
2 Corinthians 12:9 ESV
His grace will not permit us to fall. His strength and power is manifested even greater by sustaining our weaknesses. And ultimately His power is like a tent over us, giving us shelter, protection, and rest. He is with us. Always. The promise of Grace will never fail us.
Precious Father, thank you for reminding me that it is Your Grace that carries me through the floods of frustrations. Thank you, Lord, for giving us protection and rest through Your Grace. May all my widowed sisters and I glorify Your strength through our weaknesses. Amen
My life took a radical turn in the spring of 2009 when the “C word” was introduced into our family. Cancer. My healthy husband was diagnosed with stage IV colon cancer and life as we knew it would never be the same. I was able to live the words “for better or worse, in sickness and in health” as I walked along side this fight for his life. After a twenty month battle, God called my love home in the wee hours of an October morning in 2010. I was devastated and could not imagine how I would be able to move forward without the love of my life by my side.
The answer was simple. Jesus. His love. His mercy. His grace. He carried me when I was at my lowest. And I carried Him in my heart even when I did not understand. He has been faithful in His promises – “A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in His holy dwelling.” Psalm 68:5
I love reading, baking and long walks along the Florida coastline. A good portion of my time is spent flying around the country as a flight attendant for over thirty years. My husband and I were blessed to have shared twenty six years of marriage. As I watch our daughters grow up, I enjoy seeing his traits and teaching evolve in their character. He is greatly missed by his three girls. But, he would be so proud to know we continue to fight the good fight and living out loud for our Savior.
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