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Is this it, Lord? No, it’s Not!

Let everything that has breath praise the Lord!

Psalm 150:6

“Is this it?”

That was Irene who spoke those words over the phone to me. Irene was seventy-seven years old, widowed, and in a care facility.

“Is this how I spend my final chapter?” she asked.  “He died.  I’m alone. End of story?”

No, of course it wasn’t.  But she was feeling what many of us feel when we’ve lost our love.  It’s more acute when someone is seventy-seven than someone much younger. And it’s all that more pronounced when someone is uncertain about what will happen to them beyond this life.

This is how Irene felt when she complained to me.

Irene is my mother. At seventy-seven, she was only just accepting Christ.  She had spent seventy-six long years trying to tackle life on her own, and through her cries of loneliness one night, she had finally bent her knees and invited Christ into her heart.

She had accepted His death on the cross as the ultimate payment for her sins, and now she was free to live with the knowledge that she will live an everlasting life with Him!

And still, she cried out.  She knew she must remain here until He calls her home, and she wondered, how would she do this alone, without her husband?

Don’t we all feel that way at moments?  Whether you have twenty or seventy years left on this planet, when you are accustomed to living this time out in fellowship with your husband, walking alone can be extraordinarily painful.

But as long as we live–as long as we have breath in our lungs, God can use us for His glory.  We may feel pain, but even in our pain, there is joy in knowing how effective our part of His story is.

Irene was older when my father died.  She had little or no interest in dating. One date, and she knew it was not for her.  She came to her faith very late in life and struggled with finding hope in her circumstance.  She lived among other older women, some under nursing care.  Accustomed to an active independent life, she found her new surroundings uncomfortable.  “I don’t know why I’m here,” she lamented. “What good can I do? I see a woman fifteen years older lying in a bed unable to speak, and I think Is that all I have for my future?

No, of course it was not. She lived many years longer and enjoyed many events with her children and grandchildren.  She also wrote stories and connected relatives together.  But in that moment, she wasn’t seeing possibilities.  She was looking back at what she lost and forward with fear over where she was headed.

We all do that. I remember soon after losing my husband finding it hard to imagine how I could be joyful without him. And then I would pray, and remember what the psalmist said, “Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.”  I still have being, and with that being I will praise Him and reach out to others.

And this is what Irene did as well.  For a moment, she ceased to look backwards and turned her attention to allowing God to use her now.  Rather than be afraid of becoming that woman confined to a bed, she decided to go to her, comfort her and hold her hand. She then prayed with her and share the Jesus that just months ago she didn’t know.

Hours later she called me in tears. Tears of joy.  The woman in the bed squeezed her hand and smiled when my mother told her about Jesus.

Dear Lord, please place a calling in each reader’s heart for what You have in store for her.  Encourage her to listen to Your calling and stay in Your protection in her forward charge.  Amen.

017_HinkleKit Hinkle is the Founder and Ministry Lead for A New Season Ministries, Inc., and an author and speaker. She has lived through corporate careers as a chemical engineer and a management consultant, but now finds her finest career as a home school mother to four teen boys–one of them launched in college. She loves Pilates and her best friend’s Bosanova Christian yoga-style stretching. Her longing for walks on the beach with her chocolate lab has led her to Charleston where she’s now starting her new season.  To sit with another who is walking through her tough road and show that woman Christ, brings joy and fulfillment to Kit. It’s such an honor to participate in His kingdom.
If you are interested in having her speak, please contact her via email at admin@anewseason.net. 

If you are interested in having her speak, please contact her via email at admin@anewseason.net. 

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Daddyisms

Now therefore go, and I will be with your mouth and teach you what you shall speak.

Exodus 4:12 (ESV)

It was the first day of school in 2007, and we homeschooled.  Four sweet faces looked up at me from the kitchen table.

Just ten days before that morning, I sat with my laptop open at a café around the corner, preparing lesson plans for this day. Fire trucks screamed by, and within minutes I discovered they were headed to my neighborhood where my husband had just collapsed from a massive coronary.

No school plan, no desire to teach…not even little ears wanting to learn at this point.  The stale scent of funeral flowers still lingered in the air.

But God planned the lesson for that day, and for every day after.  Even when it seems a situation can’t get worse, He interjects your panicked sense of “what do I do next?” and inserts His brilliance. Why should that surprise me?  He used Moses, a man with a speech impediment, to speak up to Pharaoh, and taught Moses what to speak.

That morning I had no choice but to leave the unfinished lesson plan to God and just let Him take over.  Grabbing the easel and some markers, I wrote at the top of the flip chart…DADDYISMS and turned to face the children.  “Quick! Tell me your favorite Daddy sayings and habits!”

They looked at each other with questions on their faces.

“Daddyisms!”  I said.  “You know—the stuff Dad always said and did. How he made you laugh!

Recognition flashed in their faces as the oldest said, “At least he didn’t charge you!”

I wrote that on the flip chart as they laughed and explained how that was Tom’s answer when one of them would complain that his brother hit him for nothing!  I turned and asked for another.

“The belly button of the butter!” another said. “That’s what he called the swirly part of the margarine that you see when you open the container!”

No sooner did I write it down, when another idea got blurted out…and another, and another, until the entire chart was filled.  We taped it to the wall and started on the next, and then the next, and then the next.  Until nine glorious flip charts of daddyisms decorated every available wall surface of the first floor of our home!

The boys exhausted every daddyism they could think of, and we sat quietly for a moment.

“This,” I said, pointing to the nine flip charts on the wall, “is our lesson plan for the first semester.”

The boys were puzzled until I explained how each daddyism would become one of our school writing assignments.

And from these writings, the Daddyism book was born.
Eighty pages of glorious photographs of their father and the funny things he would say and do.  What a wonderful therapy the book became for them.  Each time one of the kids missed his father, we had that book to sit down and leaf through together and bring his memory fresh into view where we could peel apart our feelings and have a healthy laugh or cry over him—whatever served to help heal at the moment.

And those charts?  Interestingly, they comforted us for the months that they remained on our wall—serving to remind us of the wonderful memories of Dad and how blessed we were with the time we had with him.

A family friend came to visit and found himself feeling awkward at the sight of them.  “I get it,” I told him.  “You aren’t around enough to have to deal with the loss of Tom and his presence around us.  So I get why you’re uncomfortable.  But think about it,” I added. “You only visit here, and so it’s easier to be sad when you think of Tom.  We are better off facing our sadness and learning to remember him with joy.  In time, the flip charts will come down, and what will remain is the joy of his memory in our hearts.”

Lord, You provided inspiration at a moment when I had none. And out of that inspiration came a family legacy that will continue to help our family for years to come. Thank you.  Please help the dear widow who is reading this and needs inspiration in her journey Perhaps give her an idea for a legacy project, memorializing her husband.  Sometimes, working hands can make the sharing of emotions a more welcome experience for everyone.  Amen.

 

017_HinkleKit Hinkle is the Founder and Ministry Lead for A New Season Ministries, Inc., and an author and speaker. She has lived through corporate careers as a chemical engineer and a management consultant, but now finds her finest career as a home school mother to four teen boys–one of them launched in college. She loves Pilates and her best friend’s Bosanova Christian yoga-style stretching. Her longing for walks on the beach with her chocolate lab has led her to Charleston where she’s now starting her new season.  To sit with another who is walking through her tough road and show that woman Christ, brings joy and fulfillment to Kit. It’s such an honor to participate in His kingdom.
If you are interested in having her speak, please contact her via email at admin@anewseason.net. 

If you are interested in having her speak, please contact her via email at admin@anewseason.net. 

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Conquering Fear Part 2: The Shield

But you, O Lord, are a shield about me,

my glory, and the lifter of my head.

Psalm 3:3 (ESV)

Last week I started by describing fear in a crisis–the kind that has you acting quickly, like when I lept to catch a crystal vase making its way towards a tile floor.

I then described a different kind of fear–a more insidious, slowly destructive fear–the fear of a loss of identity.  You can read about it here in Part One of Conquering Fear.

Fear of your loss of identity has you lying awake at night, thinking about all the worst scenarios that can happen to you. Have you done that?  It seems as though all women do at some point, and going forward without a man in your life doesn’t help you feel more secure.

David had a “woe-is-me” moment which he wrote about it in Psalm 3.

But watch what David says next and learn how you can begin to deal with your fear.

But you, O Lord, are a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter of my head.  (Psalm 3:3 ESV)

The Design of a Shield

David says God is his shield. Centuries ago shields were designed with forward movement in mind. They had rounded edges to protect a soldier’s front and sides as he pushed forward. If he retreated, the shield couldn’t protect him.

As widows, we should not retreat. We push forward. In our forward momentum, Christ becomes our shield.

When you are caught up by fear, it’s tempting to retreat. But retreating only exposes our least protected side to the enemy.

In other words, God’s protection works best when we move forward in obedience.

Are you listening to Him?  What does being in obedience to Him mean in your life?  Your fears might be founded in the knowledge that none of us know for sure what God will allow in our futures.  But we can know through prayer His direction, and we can began to obey Him. Here are some questions that might help you in your prayer time.  Ask Him what He wants for your life.

  • Are your children needing your care?  Are you obediently raising them the way He wants you to?
  • Are you a younger widow who might eventually be called to date an remarry? When writing to Titus, Paul gave godly instructions on the role of a widow.  Younger ones are to remarry.
  • Are you called to remain single and minister to others? Paul also instructs older widows to teach and mentor younger women, remaining in prayer.  Do you see the hope and purpose in mentorship?
  • Is He calling you to be a light in other areas of life. A workplace or ministry that’s in front of you, or friends or neighbors who are needing you? Perhaps you have a gift He wants you to use for His glory. Wow! Think of what He can do through you if you let go of fear and blow past it–touching others.

Are you touching someone today?  As long as there is breath in you, you can!

You are under His protection. He promises! And His shield of protection works best when you charge forward and obey His calling!

Dear Lord, please place a calling in each reader’s heart for what You have in store for her.  Encourage her to listen to Your calling and stay in Your protection in her forward charge.  Amen.

017_HinkleKit Hinkle is the Founder and Ministry Lead for A New Season Ministries, Inc., and an author and speaker. She has lived through corporate careers as a chemical engineer and a management consultant, but now finds her finest career as a home school mother to four teen boys–one of them launched in college. She loves Pilates and her best friend’s Bosanova Christian yoga-style stretching. Her longing for walks on the beach with her chocolate lab has led her to Charleston where she’s now starting her new season.  To sit with another who is walking through her tough road and show that woman Christ, brings joy and fulfillment to Kit. It’s such an honor to participate in His kingdom.
If you are interested in having her speak, please contact her via email at admin@anewseason.net. 

If you are interested in having her speak, please contact her via email at admin@anewseason.net. 

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Conquering Fear Part 1: A Deeper Fear

1 O Lord, how many are my foes!

Many are rising against me;

 many are saying of my soul,

there is no salvation for him in God

Psalm 3:1-2 (ESV)

The other day my teen boys were teaming up to clean the kitchen.  True to boy nature, one of them carelessly waved about a frying pan while telling a joke to the others. The pan banged against a cabinet, causing one of my favorite crystal pitchers to teeter and begin its way towards the tile flooring.

I was standing yards away. I don’t know how I did it, but within a split second, I effortlessly caught the pitcher in midair! The shouts of “Watch out!” changed to boy-whoops of “Way to Go, Mom!”

God gave us the ability to act when faced with certain types of fear. If we’re in a crisis, our senses are heightened, making fear something that motivates.

A Deeper Fear

But there’s another fear that has the opposite effect, bringing on a dull sense of doom and uncertainty.  It has us pacing the house,  indecisive, paralyzed like a deer in headlights. We spin our wheels and obsess over things said, offenses made and what they mean.

What is this fear? The fear of loss of identity.

It can be far more damaging in our lives.  Unless reigned in, it will steal our joy and take its toll on our bodies and souls.

Read about Someone Who Overcame that Deeper Fear

When I struggle with something, I dig in the Word to find answers. In Psalm 3, David describes exactly how we feel.  He airs his moments of self-doubt openly to God. O Lord, how many are my foes!,” he says.Many are rising against me.” (Psalm 3:1 ESV)

David was in fear for his life!  But, watch what he wrote next: “Many are saying of my soul, there is no salvation for him in God.” (Psalm 3:2 ESV)

David was now expressing his deeper fear.  It wasn’t just that they could kill him, but that people were believing God has turn His back on him.  Led by David’s own son, the people were attacking his very soul!

This is the King of Israel.  The chosen son of Jesse, anointed by God to be king. The one who had slain Goliath.  The one who designed God’s temple.  Now he ran from thousands of men after him.

The fear of the thousands of men looking to physically hurt him were nothing compared to the fear of losing who he was–King, Father, Conqueror. 

He had always had God’s favor.  And now his own son is leading the charge against him, and the people are saying God will abandon him.  Perhaps because he had failed so much.  He stole another man’s wife. He killed.  No wonder he’s in fear of losing everything that makes him who he was!

And how about us?

One of the worst fears women have has happened–we lost our husbands.  That sets off alarm bells for so many other real fears in the physical world–finances, protection, and physical companionship.  All of that has been threatened.  But sometimes, those fears pale in comparison to the fear of losing our identity. We’re no longer wives.  We don’t get invited out as much.  Even women treat us a bit differently.  Our worldly status feels diminished somehow, and we didn’t do anything to ask for that!

What David did with this fear applies to our specific journey of loss. Next Sunday in Part Two of Conquering Fear, I’ll explain how Psalm 3 helps move through fear and into the future with hope. I’m pausing here for today with one message. That we as widows are not the only ones who struggle with this fear. One of the greatest men of God in the Old Testament, the man God labeled as a man after God’s own heart, felt just as you do.  You are not alone, sister.

Tune in next week when I help you see what David did with this fear.  Perhaps you would like to read ahead in Psalm 3 and comment here how you learned about David moving forward.

Heavenly Father, please remove our fears, once and for all. Help us look up to You and not down at the scary sense of loss around us.  Amen.

017_HinkleKit Hinkle is the Founder and Ministry Lead for A New Season Ministries, Inc., and an author and speaker. She has lived through corporate careers as a chemical engineer and a management consultant, but now finds her finest career as a home school mother to four teen boys–one of them launched in college. She loves Pilates and her best friend’s Bosanova Christian yoga-style stretching. Her longing for walks on the beach with her chocolate lab has led her to Charleston where she’s now starting her new season.  To sit with another who is walking through her tough road and show that woman Christ, brings joy and fulfillment to Kit. It’s such an honor to participate in His kingdom.
If you are interested in having her speak, please contact her via email at admin@anewseason.net. 
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Out of Order

You therefore must be perfect, as your heavenly Father is perfect.

Matthew 5:48 (ESV)

Until recently this verse would make me cringe. It was that word—perfect.  I’m so far from perfect, and hearing from Christ Himself that we must be perfect–oh, how to live up!

Several years into my journey as a single mom, I took a closer look at this passage. After all, having to do it all myself only made me more aware of just how imperfect I was.

Especially with my home which had sunken into a state of disrepair.  Not total shambles, mind you.  Come visit, and you’d notice it was kept neat, and, at first glance, you might have thought I did quite well with the upkeep.

That was at first glance–that first impression where I can fool you into thinking I’ve got it together.

But God knew what lurked behind the neat home. Look a little more closely, and you would see a corian counter top cracked down the middle, a built-in microwave with an OUT OF ORDER sign on the door—the cheaper counter-top model taking up space underneath, and a broken faucet dripping in the guest bath. Try the keypad on the sound system in the house, and you’d get only an odd blinking light with no sound. Try the doorbell, and you’d hear an odd sound of electrical fuzz instead of a singsongy ding-dong.

I’ll stop with the list—you get the idea. These broken things were symptoms that half of me was missing—the half that always took care of the home. Without him, each time something broke, I found myself shrugging my shoulders and telling myself—well, here’s something else I’ll have to go without.

So if Christ calls us to be perfect, do I chase the ideal of a perfect home?

After all, I could have fixed the corian counter.  An estimator came out and started to hard-sell me on replacing it altogether with new granite. Who knows whether he was on the up and up? Without a man around, he might have been seeing me as an opportunity for some easy money.

But how I wish someone would help. It was a source of pain for me daily, my not managing things well. Every time I used that countertop microwave, I thought about the should-have’s and would have’s of repairing things in my kitchen.  When a guest would  remind me that I still haven’t fixed that faucet, I felt so forgetful. And I wanted to ring the next person’s neck for telling me I really should get that doorbell fixed.

I knew this was a season to have grace with myself. But unlike so many problems during that season, this one never seemed to get an answer to my prayers.

Until I studied this verse and saw a deeper purpose for this struggle. How could I be perfect as Matthew 4:48 demands when I simply didn’t have the resources or know-how to keep the home up and chase my four boys?

In today’s culture of perfectionism, we put so much pressure on ourselves to have it together in order to be acceptable.  Sometimes failure allows us to recognize just how flawed we are and how much we need a Savior.  When Jesus walked this earth He asked us to be perfect as He is perfect (Matthew 5:48).  But think about it.  Did Jesus look perfect?  Did He have the best garments?  Did He hang with the most popular crowd? Did he have a perfect house? No. In fact He didn’t have a home!

But, did He have a perfect heart?  Yes. And He didn’t worry about what He wore or what He would eat.

Not all matters of a widow come with answers.  The storm whirling around our lives can teach us the joy that comes with accepting our circumstances.

Heavenly Father, I don’t know why sharing my house of items in disrepair is what You put on my heart to share, but perhaps my being real about my failure in this area and the Grace You’ve given me to have for myself is something a widow out there needs to hear.  Lord if so, help her know she is completely accepted by You, even if she’s unable to keep up in a certain area of her life.  Amen.

017_HinkleKit Hinkle is the Founder and Ministry Lead for A New Season Ministries, Inc., and an author and speaker. She has lived through corporate careers as a chemical engineer and a management consultant, but now finds her finest career as a home school mother to four teen boys–one of them launched in college. She loves Pilates and her best friend’s Bosanova Christian yoga-style stretching, and craves more walks through the woods with her chocolate lab.  Her dream is to live on the beach–and Charleston is just calling her!  She knows what it means to be in a new season. She lost her first marriage to divorce when she was very young and lost her loving husband to a heart attack in 2007.  To sit with another who is walking through her tough road and show that woman Christ, brings joy and fulfillment to Kit. It’s such an honor to participate in His kingdom.
If you are interested in having her speak, please contact her via email at admin@anewseason.net. 
Other articles by this author: www.anewseason.net/author/khinkle

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