Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. (James 1:17)

I hate that I am an emotional creature, but I am who God made me to be. Some days, I am filled with faith, love, joy, and confidence. Other days, when the devil attacks me, I’m filled with fear, tension, anxiety, and trepidation. Thank God I serve a Creator who loves me and remains a constant source of strength, no matter what kind of day I am having. 

Last Tuesday, I woke early and began to purposely count my blessings. From the cozy bed I sleep in to the sweet kitties that keep me company, my life is filled with both simple and grand love-gifts from God. How often do we thank our heavenly Father for a warm bed on a cold night, a dependable roof over our heads when it’s raining, and lives that are pain and sickness-free? I’d venture to say, not often enough. 

Most of us take for granted the “simple” things in life – sunshine and flowers, a refrigerator full of food to eat, and transportation to get ourselves to work each day. Instead, we complain about traffic, grumble over rainy days, and bemoan the fact that we can’t eat out as often as we’d like to. What spoiled people we are. How quickly we forget how much God has done for us. 

In the days of Moses, the Israelites, too, were an ungrateful people. Despite their first-hand witness of God’s hand of rescue and protection from their Egyptian oppressors, they complained about what they had to eat during their exodus. “The whole community grumbled against Moses and Aaron. The Israelites said to them, ‘If only we had died by the Lord’s hand in Egypt! There we sat around pots of meat and ate all the food we wanted, but you have brought us out into this desert to starve this assembly to death.” (Exodus 16: 2-3) 

These men and women had seen the plagues of water turning into blood, frogs, lice, flies, animal pestilence, boils, hail, locusts, darkness, and the death of firstborn children. They had crossed the Red Sea on dry land and witnessed the waters close on the Egyptian soldiers who followed them. They had followed a cloud filled with the presence of God by day and a pillar of fire by night. They had seen Moses call upon God to bring fresh water out of dry rock and make bitter waters drinkable.

And yet, they still complained. How quick they were to forget their miraculous escape from over 400 years of Egyptian slavery and instead focus on their insignificant bellies. 

Before we judge the Israelites too quickly for their ingratitude, each of us should look deep inside ourselves and question whether we would have done the same thing. Most likely, we would have. We are all quick to focus on what we perceive is wrong with our lives rather than what is right – myself included. God is faithful, and we need to remember that He always has our best interests at heart. “Know therefore that the Lord your God is God; He is the faithful God, keeping His covenant of love to a thousand generations of those who love Him and keep His commandments.” (Deuteronomy 7:9)

Whenever we forget our blessings, we focus on the world’s challenges rather than God’s victories. I have a quote on my refrigerator that says the following: 

Whenever you find yourself doubting how far you can go, just remember how far you have come. Remember everything you have faced, all the battles you have won, all the fears you have overcome. 

– Unknown

I’d like to take that quote and give it a personal, Biblical perspective since God is “my refuge and strength.” (Psalm 46:1) Let’s change it to this: 

Whenever I find myself doubting how far I can go, I remind myself how far God has brought me. I remember everything I have overcome with His help, all the battles He has granted me victory over, and all the fears He has put behind me. 

Emotional creatures or not, God loves us and promised never to leave us or forsake us. (Deuteronomy 31:6) He knows our frailties and failures, and yet He loves us in spite of our foolish selves. 

Whether we acknowledge our great Provider or we don’t, He is always with us, taking care of us. “And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 4:19) If we’re honest with ourselves, we cannot deny this truism. We are blessed beyond measure and loved beyond belief. 

Whatever emotions may befall me this week, it’s assuring to know that “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever.” (Hebrews 13:8) God is faithful. He blesses us daily. God gives us strength. He loves us despite our flaws, and He will always take care of us.

As we move into Thanksgiving week, may we keep these absolutes at the forefront of our minds and daily remember all we have to be grateful for – including the steadfast greatness of our God. 

Let your roots grow down into Him, and let your lives be built on Him. Then your faith will grow strong in the truth you were taught, and you will overflow with thankfulness. (Colossians 2:7)

I’ve always had unwavering faith. I trust that God knows what’s best for me, and He will provide what I need in His time. I know that. I believe that. Nothing could ever shake my belief in Him. In fact, I always end my petitions to God with, ”Nevertheless, Your will be done, Lord. Show me Your will.”

Recently, however, I started questioning my understanding of the expectations of faith. My fealty is steadfast, but might I be asking too much? What if I’m hoping for the impossible? Is it arrogant to ask God for something and then say I have the faith to believe God can grant it to me just because I asked? Is it sacrilege to pray for the best while preparing for the worst?

Perhaps my confusion was generated when a friend assured me that my prayers had “already been answered. God has everything in place,” she said, “and He will reveal everything to you, in His time.” 

A part of me was taken aback at that counsel, assuring as it was, as I know in my heart that God may very well say, “No” to my prayers. 

Over the past few months, while petitioning God, I’ve prayed with a passion, with tears streaming down my face. I’ve prayed prostrate on my bedroom floor, in my bed in the middle of the night, in my car, while cutting the grass, and anytime I’ve felt compelled to do so. I’ve asked God, over and over again, to hear my prayers and make His way known to me. I always end by asking Him to show me what He would have me do. More than anything, I want to serve Him and shelter beneath His peaceful arms.

But here was my friend, telling me that God had already worked everything out for me. “He’s got this under control,” she said. “Everything will be revealed in time.” While I may have misinterpreted her meaning, she seemed to be saying that I would receive what I was praying for – and I don’t know that to be true. 

The more that I pondered this idea, the more confused I became. I can’t “name it and claim it,” as prosperity gospel preaches. God’s will doesn’t work that way. 

But was my lack of believing that God would grant me my petition evidencing a lack of faith? Heaven forbid! 

God’s word reminds us to place our faith and trust in Him. In fact, not doing so may invoke His displeasure. “And without faith, it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to Him must believe that He exists and that He rewards those who earnestly seek Him.” (Hebrews 11:6) 

And what about this? “Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” (Matthew 17:20)

During a recent conversation with my brother, I expressed my uncertainty. Is my allowance for God’s possible “No” prohibiting me from hearing a “Yes”? My mind reeled at the implications. Perhaps I was praying all wrong. Maybe I wasn’t demonstrating enough faith. 

“You have to pray hard, yes, but you also have to trust that God will do what is best,” my brother affirmed. “You have to ask Him for His will.”

“Yes. I know that’s true,” I replied, “I just needed to hear it out loud again.” How reassuring to hear my own convictions echoed in the sage wisdom of my brother.

While preparing for work the next day, I pulled out a silver locket I hadn’t worn in quite some time. The chain was tarnished, but the cross on the front was as bright as ever.

Opening it, I smiled to rediscover three tiny mustard seeds I had placed inside, years ago. The sight immediately reminded me of Matthew 17:20 and God’s promise that nothing is impossible in Him. Just as my brother’s words did, seeing these seeds sent the perfect message of reassurance at precisely the time when I needed it.

The devil delights in planting doubt in our minds. If he can make us question our beliefs, he can introduce fear, anxiety, and stress in their place. All these things take our focus off our Savior, who has everything under control. 

While the devil’s weapon of doubt may occasionally threaten to overshadow my mustard seed faith, I remain rooted in Christ, and those roots run deep. Rivers of fear, floodwaters of discouragement, and tidal waves of disappointment may threaten to expose my roots and wash me away at times, but my faith is founded in the enduring certainty that “God is my refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.” (Psalm 46:1) Nothing can uproot that anchor.

And so my greatest prayer has been answered. God has replaced my uncertainty with a newly fortified sense of peace. I trust my Savior, and my confidence will remain in Him no matter how He answers my prayers. My faith, after all, doesn’t reside in the belief that I will always get what I ask for, but rather in knowing that my Heavenly Father will always give me what He knows I need.

Even if the mountains never move, I can still say, It is well with my soul, for I am rooted in Christ.

“You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you because he trusts in you.” (Isaiah 26:3)

It’s been five days since the 2020 national election, and America is more disjointed, disillusioned, and dysfunctional than ever before. Over the last week, I’ve felt every emotion possible – fear, panic, anger, frustration, happiness, and abject sorrow. As I mentioned to my family, it’s a good thing I know that God is in control as my belief in the innate goodness of humankind is virtually non-existent. Violence, destruction, hatred, and disrespect have become the new acceptable norm, and such a notion is disheartening.

I’ve carefully avoided speaking about political matters in this forum, as I know how controversial they can be. Nothing can turn friend against friend and blood against blood quite as profoundly as the political issues that divide us. For me, politics is not as much about party lines as it is about my values. I vote my conscience and stand up for what I believe in – both in and out of the political arena. 

The most important part of who I am is my faith in God and Jesus Christ as my Savior. I will never forget when a former pastor I worked for told me that he didn’t believe things were black and white. He preferred, instead, to view the world in “shades of gray.” While we disagreed on many issues, to me, this was the most paramount. To hear him say “there are no such things as moral absolutes” made me question what he was doing in the pulpit, leading a congregation. 

There are no gray areas in the Holy Bible. Sin is sin, and no one can argue justification for sinful actions. 

We are all sinners – me, chief among them. “There is none righteous, no, not one.” (Romans 3:10) In big and small ways, all of us sin, and sin keeps us separate from a holy God. Without the blood of Christ, shed for us on the cross of Calvary, none of us would ever be good enough, sinless enough, or devout enough to be allowed entry into heaven. 

As Christians, we are called to be different, model ourselves after Christ, and be set apart to live lives that point others to Him.

• “Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things have become new.” (2 Corinthians 5:17 
• Flee the evil desires of youth and pursue righteousness, faith, love, and peace, along with those who call on the Lord out of a pure heart. (2 Timothy 2:22)
• Therefore be imitators of God, as beloved children. (Ephesians 5:1)

As a Christian, I will not condone, support, or participate in things contrary to my faith. “Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.” (Romans 12:2)

Such considerations bring me back to the election. In shining the light of Christ and affirming what I believe, I have a moral obligation to back political candidates that support the same. Perhaps my biggest disappointment this past week was accepting that Biblical values hold little significance to others. “Son of man, you are living among a rebellious people. They have eyes to see but do not see and ears to hear but do not hear, for they are a rebellious people.” (Ezekiel 12:1)

It’s sobering to realize that the majority of one’s society stands diametrically opposed to everything that one believes in. While opposition to conservative values has increased a hundred-fold in my lifetime, greater hostility to the gospel may soon be upon us.

Along with countless others, I pray for our nation and cannot help but mourn the officials won and lost in this past election. More than the candidates, it is their political positions that have the potential to alter the course of our nation’s future. Such consideration is heartbreaking, but I take hope in the assurance that my God is greater than any political candidate or campaign issue.

“Let my cry come before You, oh Lord; give me understanding according to your word.” (Psalm 119: 169)

While I will never understand what God allows and doesn’t allow, nor why earnest prayers often remain unanswered, I know that God is in control, and that’s all that matters. “‘For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,’ declares the Lord. ‘As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.'” (Isaiah 55: 8-9)

I don’t know what’s ahead in America’s future, but it’s enough to know that God does. In times like these, we must keep our hearts and minds focused on Him and not what is happening on earth. As Aristotle said, “It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light.” 

I will continue to pray that God will forgive and heal us, as a nation, in the days, months, and years ahead. My laser focus is on Christ. He is the light of the world, and I know He will guide us through the darkness.

Bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. (Isaiah 61:3)

Our Heavenly Father approves everything that touches our lives before it occurs. That may be an uncomfortable statement, but it’s the truth. Sunshine and rain, laughter and tears, triumph and tragedy – these contrasts comprise the fiber of our existence in an interconnected pattern that only the Master’s hand could weave together. While we might never choose many of the events that mark us, we should take comfort in knowing that God is in control of everything and nothing catches Him by surprise. 

During my recent trip to the Colorado mountains, my mother, brother, and I hiked beautiful areas that provided gorgeous landscapes and endless photo ops. God’s beauty was on grand display in the sky, lakes, mountains, and trees surrounding us. The thousands of photos I captured attest to that fact. 

On our third day in Grand Lake, I attempted to retrieve a timed entry into the Rocky Mountain National Park, to no avail. Entrance into the federal area was restricted due to COVID and all tickets for the next three days of our stay were sold-out. While driving to our cabin, we noticed a small lot adjacent to the park unencumbered by this restriction. With few other options for the day, we decided to hike there instead. 

After parking our car and beginning our walk, it didn’t take long to determine why this area was wide open to the public. The blackened trees and barren landscape gave evidence that this area had been ransacked by fire at some point. While a few brave souls played frisbee golf on a conjoining walkway, few hikers, other than us, braved this sparse and bleak terrain. 

It was hot without the canopy of trees, and while new growth was emerging in areas around a small lake, most of the landscape was desolate and ugly. The three of us walked in silence, for the most part, as if our words, themselves, might disturb the somberness of the scenery. 

We chanced upon a small, female goldfinch, at one point, sitting in the middle of the path as if she was injured and unable to fly. While she, too, seemed dismayed by the surreality of her surroundings, she flew away when I attempted to help her from the trail. While unharmed, the shaded yellows of her plumage appeared to evidence the soot of the land. I immediately missed her living presence in the seemingly dead environs when she was gone. 

After hiking for a while, we took a brief rest on the embedded rocks and fallen timber in the blackened forest – each of us lost in our own thoughts. I snapped a photo of an ironic “No smoking” sign while thinking back to the public service announcements of my youth with Smokey the Bear reminding us all that “Only you can prevent forest fires.” 

In consideration of the sign, I wondered to myself what peril had sparked this disaster. Was it caused by human carelessness or force of nature? How long ago had it occurred? Would the area ever fully recover its former glory? 

“I hate this hike,” my mother said, about an hour into our journey. “We need to get out of here.” 

While returning, a slice of red caught my attention amongst the black and gray markings along the trail. Perched amid the ashes, a healthy plant with flaming red spires bloomed alone. Whether weed or flower, my impression remained the same. The contrasting artistry in the scarred environment struck me as a promise of God’s presence along life’s painful pathways.

After taking a photo, Isaiah 61:3 sprung to my head. The New Living Translation of this scripture says, “To all who mourn…He will give a crown of beauty for ashes, a joyous blessing instead of mourning.”  

How often do we speak as my mom did when facing troubles? “I hate this. I need to get out of here.”

No one wants to go through the fire. At times, we all face debilitating and destructive challenges with no logical purpose other than to cause us heartache. Each of us wants to live victorious lives, free from difficulties, but the best lessons are ofttimes learned when we are on our knees in prayer and submission to God’s hand of correction and trial. 

God uses our weakness to make us strong. Andrew Murray explains this well in the following statement: “There is no truth more generally admitted among earnest Christians than that in their utter weakness. There is also no truth more generally misunderstood and abused. The Christian thinks his weakness his greatest hindrance in the life and service of God: God tells us that it is the secret of strength and success. It is our weakness, heartily accepted and continually realized, that gives us our claim and access to the strength of God. All our strength is in Christ, laid up and waiting for use.” (1)

On October 14, 2020, just thirty-two days after we vacationed there, fire struck the town of Grand Lake and the surrounding region. In a matter of hours, a blazing force eviscerated this magnificent community, causing emergency evacuations, the loss of two lives, and unquantifiable property damage. As of this writing, the Troublesome Fire, as it was aptly named, burned through 150,000 acres in a single night, with total destruction of 193,774 acres of land over 302 square miles, destroying 300 homes and approximately 200 secondary structures.

The joy I felt during our time in the mountains has forever tied me to this region, and my heart breaks to consider any destruction to this resplendent environment. With great concern, I reached out to the homeowners of the places we stayed to let them know I was praying for them and ask about their property. I’ve since learned that one of the homes escaped the carnage, but the second cabin has yet to be confirmed intact. 

While we don’t understand such tragedies, they serve as reminders of life’s fleetingness and the importance of appreciating the world’s splendor around us. My family’s memories in this magnificent mountain retreat are all the more precious when I think of all that has been lost there recently.

The moment I learned about the destruction facing this area, I thanked God for my family’s safety during our trip. In my next breath, I prayed for God’s mercy over this area. We had seen smoke above the mountains from another active fire while we were there but never felt we were in danger. Although we often take our security for granted, we should never cease to pray nor underestimate God’s unseen hand of protection over our lives each day.

Blessedly, God sent a heavy snow to blanket the area and calm the flames. Homeowners are only now returning to assess the full damage of this destruction.

In light of these recent events, the words of Isaiah 61:3 are all the more inestimable. God is in control, and He will produce beauty from whatever ashes befall us. May we never forget the frailty of tomorrow as we capture, collect, and celebrate the grandeur of today’s blessings.

Reference: Murray, Andrew. “Abide in Christ.” Retrieved from https://www.worldinvisible.com/library/murray/abide_christ/abide28.htm

Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matthew 6: 26-27, 34)

I’ve always loved wildlife. With the exception of creepy crawlies and reptiles that slither, it’s safe to say that I’m enamored by all of God’s creatures. After rescuing a green anole from underneath a senior manager’s credenza at work – picture a small lizard that looks like the Geico gecko – I’ve gotten a reputation as the person to call for help with any unwanted office critters. 

This week, our security guard contacted me when a bird flew into the lobby window. She and a member of our cleaning staff were staring at the bird on the ground when I arrived. 

“I think his leg is broken,” our guard said. “It doesn’t look right. He hit the glass with a thud and fell down.” 

“I hope he’s alright,” I said, as I observed the poor creature lying on the sidewalk next to the window. The bird’s leg appeared to be at an odd angle, but I silently prayed that he wasn’t seriously injured. 

“He was likely just stunned by the impact,” I said. “He’s alert and sitting up, which is a good sign. He’s beautiful!” 

The yellow coloring on the bird’s breast was stunning, but his olive back feathers looked different than any bird I had ever seen before. I love birdwatching but am far from a novice at identification. Further investigation later revealed that he was a young Kentucky warbler. 

The spot where the bird sat was a high-traffic area, so I wanted to move him and see if he could recover away from the hustle and bustle of our building’s main entrance.

Ever so slowly, I walked over to the warbler and squatted down to take a better look at him. Without expecting much, I placed my hand in front of his chest. 

Without a moment’s hesitation, the bird hopped right onto my fingers, which completely surprised me. I didn’t want to frighten my new feathered friend, so I let him sit there for a minute while snapping a few photos to capture the encounter. 

“Wow,” said our cleaning lady.

“Wow, is right,” I repeated. “He pulled his leg up for support when moving to my hand. I think he’s okay.”  

Standing up, I turned to walk to the closest bushes. I intended to sit the bird on the ground below the shrubs and check on him later.

As I approached the greenery, the warbler showed different intentions as he flew off my hand and straight into the inner boughs of the plants. 

“He flew in!” I exclaimed, happy to see him flying. 

Peering inside, I could see the tiny bird sitting on a branch, clearly supported by both legs. “He’s okay!” I reported as I stepped back inside my workplace. 

“You did your good deed for the day,” pronounced a co-worker, who had chanced to witness the whole event.

“I’m just happy he’s okay,” I responded. 

What a fantastic experience, I thought. Such a blessing! 

Upon returning to my desk, it dawned on me what an education I’d received through this unexpected encounter with a tiny member of Christ’s kingdom. Wanting to pass along the blessing, I sent my bird photos to a friend of mine, who had recently shared her prayer requests with me. 

“God just provided me with a tangible lesson in trust,” I wrote, as I explained the morning’s events. 

“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or stow away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any of you, by worrying, add a single hour to your life? Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.” (Matthew 6: 26-27, 34)

According to an April 2020 Gallup poll, 60 percent of Americans feel stress and anxiety every day – a 14 percent increase from summer 2019 stress levels and a 21 percent increase in worries. (1) 

How often do we take our eyes off our Savior and surrender our thoughts to our concerns? I admit to doing so much too frequently. As Oswald Chambers said, “All our fret and worry is caused by calculating without God.” Is it any wonder we are so driven by our anxieties?

Such trepidation could be avoided by giving our cares to our Creator each day. As Christ said, we can’t change the future by worrying about it. God knows what tomorrow will bring, and that thought should give us peace and confidence in His care. 

The next time I feel anxious about something, I will remember the little warbler who placed his trust in me as he hopped into my outstretched hand. If a bird could so easily trust a stranger, how much more should I relinquish my burdens to my heavenly Father who loves me? I only need to step into the hands of the Almighty to do so.  

Reference:

1. Searing, L. (2020, April 30). 60 percent of U.S. adults are feeling daily stress and worry, new Gallup poll shows. Washingtonpost.com. https://www.washingtonpost.com/health/60-percent-of-us-adults-are-feeling-daily-stress-and-worry-new-gallup-poll-shows/2020/04/17/13ce9d8a-7ffd-11ea-a3ee-13e1ae0a3571_story.html

Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see. (Hebrews 11:1)

Earlier this year, I wrote about my garden’s blessings, which included thirty-seven tomato plants, grown from seed. I delighted in each phase of their growth – lovingly staking them up as they became taller – taking pictures as they reached shoulder height. The plants were robust and full of life – until they weren’t. 

What previously appeared healthy lay dead in days – obliterated by unseen enemies from within and without. I went from planning a fruitful harvest with a crop to share with friends and neighbors to praying that God would allow a remnant of plants to remain. He didn’t. There were no survivors. Of my thirty-seven tomato plants, twenty cabbages, a wall of vertical watermelons, twelve summer squash, and two rows of wax beans, I gleaned two quarts of beans – one of which I gave away – and a handful of cherry tomatoes. 

Along with septoria leaf spot and early blight, bacterial wilt attacked my plants from within, causing their stalks to fill with slime and leaves to wilt as if they lacked water. Once external signs were evident, my plants generally died within three days. 

As sad as it was to see my hard work obliterated, I focused on the remembered joy of watching my plants grow, even as I accepted that my efforts to preserve them were in vain. With each dead plant I pulled from my garden, the words of Job 1:21 resounded in my head: “The Lord gives, and the Lord takes away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.” 

They are only plants, I thought, and I don’t have to rely on them for food. I am incredibly blessed, despite this disappointment. 

Yesterday, I planned to weed my garden in preparation for a winter crop of kale – one of the few vegetables that remained unaffected by any of the diseases that obliterated nearly everything else. I’d seen potatoes regrowing from forgotten plants, and I’d allow those to keep growing, but the watermelon vines that were lingering would have to go. 

As I began pulling weeds, a familiar leaf shape caught my eye, and I laughed to find three “volunteer tomatoes” growing where dead tomatoes had fallen. Although I had given up on my plants, God saw fit to breathe new life into my garden. Against all odds, the watermelon vines were also hiding two unexpected melons, of decent size. 

How like the Creator to bring unexpected blessings to my world. I could take no credit for the growth of these “volunteers,” but God can. While I often think my beautiful yard, organized life, and bank account are evidence of my sacrificial efforts, the truth is that everything good in my life is a blessing from God. “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father.” (James 1:17) What an outstanding reminder that the things I surrender control of often yield the most unexpected blessings. 

While the devil seeks to attack me from within and without, God is in total control of my life. I need to remember this lesson daily. A dear friend gave me a sign for my birthday that reads, “Give it to God, and go to sleep.” What sound wisdom there is in that simple statement. 

“You saw me before I was born and scheduled each day of my life before I began to breathe. Each day was recorded in your book.” (Psalm 139:16) God’s plan for my life was predetermined before I was even a thought. I need to pray and ask Him to reveal the steps I should take as He guides me into the future. 

God alone knows what’s ahead. I will trust that He will reveal His blessings when He is ready and His protection when the time is right. Until then, I will rejoice in each new “volunteer” as it is presented to me. I surrender to His will over my life. May you do the same.  

Today is my birthday. While I strive to make such occasions momentous to others, I prefer to keep the day low-key, myself. I tend to do a lot of self-evaluation on this day – remembering where I’ve been in years past, reflecting on those who have come and gone in my life, and contemplating what I’d like to do with the years that remain in my story. 

I’ve been doing a lot of the latter, recently – considering whether anything I’ve done has really mattered in Christ’s kingdom. I start each day, asking God to use me and praying that He will show me His will for my life. Some days, when I’ve encountered someone who needed to hear God’s encouragement, I feel that I have done His bidding. Other days, the things I do don’t seem to amount to the proverbial hill of beans. 

For example, my average work-day doesn’t do much to alter the course of anyone’s existence. I endeavor to serve God, rather than man, by staying positive, encouraging, and upbeat with everyone I encounter. Does it matter? I hope that it does, but only God knows. 

Other days, I step outside my regular duties to shine a light where I know it is needed – and I reap immediate results. I had such an occasion a little over a week ago after talking with a co-worker. I commented about seeing her work late every evening and asked her if she was taking a vacation soon. She replied that she would – at the end of the year. When I detailed some of my experiences in the mountains on my own vacation, her eyes grew wide as she told me how badly she needed such a trip, herself. 

When I returned to my desk, I decided to send my team-mate some of my favorite vacation photos taken around Lily Lake, near Estes Park, CO, after an early autumn snowstorm. I had a strong feeling that she needed to see evidence of God’s presence in the world. 

“Let these pictures from my recent trip serve as a reminder of our Creator’s love for you,” I wrote. “This was my ‘Be still and know that I am God,’ trip. I pray that you can feel His peace through these photos as I did when I took them.”

I continued by thanking her for all that she does for everyone and stating that our company was “indeed fortunate to have [her] there.”

“Never forget your value – and take care of yourself. There is only one you, and you are irreplaceable,” I ended. 

This is such a needed message, I thought. Who else can I send it to? After redirecting it to four other team members, the responses started coming in. 

“You brought tears to my eyes,” one individual wrote. “Thank you for being a light in a dark world,” responded another. “You’ll never know how much this meant to me.” 

“If I captured even a small portion of God’s love for you in these photos and sentiments, that’s all I could ever hope for,” I replied, over and over again. “My job is much bigger than the work I do sitting in my chair.”

The truth is, we all feel defeated, at times, and need a little encouragement. Life has a way of stealing joy from our hearts and making us feel hopeless. We need to remind one another of how much God loves us and how important we are to Him. His hope should shine through each of us as we share His love with everyone we know, in everything we do.

“Therefore, my beloved brethren, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that your labor is not in vain.” (1 Corinthians 15:58)

I don’t know what will transpire in my life over the course of the next year. I don’t know where He will lead me or what He will have me do. As I wait for His guidance, I will continue to pray that He will lead me to say what He wants me to say to those who need to hear His words at the time He appoints me to speak. 

I may not always know where I am going or what difficulties lie ahead. One thing I do know is that God loves me – and that in the end, we, who are called for His purpose – will win.

Be still and know that I am God. (Psalm 46:10)

Every one of us needs to step away, on occasion, to let our everyday work go. We need this time to find solace, gain perspective, and remember that there is much beauty in the world, just waiting for us to rest in it. Such artistry is nothing short of a gift from God. 

Since 2014, my mother and I have been taking an annual trek together to explore Europe. We look forward to these excursions that bring sensational sights and meaningful memories. 

Unfortunately, just as I was starting our 2020 preparations, a new development changed the entire orchestration – COVID19. Not only did the world shut down during the first quarter, but European travel became an impossibility. While I considered alternate, domestic excursions, it became apparent that even a trip to see my family would prove challenging. 

Ultimately, I decided to join my mother and brother in Colorado for a trek to the Rocky Mountains. Not content to replicate an experience they had often repeated, I booked three cabins in unique locations over the course of our eight-day journey. I wanted to create remembrances that would be unique for this year’s adventure.

In 2019, for example, it was my goal to see a wooly, Highland cow in the rolling hills of northwestern Scotland. While many travelers may hope to see the Loch Ness Monster on such an expedition, my ambition was a bit more realistic – and far more satisfying. I’ll never forget the day we finally encountered one on the Isle of Skye.

Goal fulfilled, my heart soared. Thank you, Jesus, I exclaimed as I pulled the car over to take countess photos of the magnificent beast. 

This year, I became enthralled with the idea of seeing a native moose after viewing one in the pictorial overview of one of our rental cabins. While we weren’t able to travel abroad, encountering a moose in its own habitat would surely be a sight to make this year’s trip memorable.

On day one of what I’d labeled as the “Rocky and Bullwinkle Trip,” we walked from our rental cabin to Columbine Lake. Glorious, I thought, as I delighted in the crystal-clear water, mountain-studded horizon, and soaring osprey overhead. Respectful of the peace, my mother, brother, and I each took a seat by the lake and soaked in the silence. 

Shortly after sitting down, a splashing noise caught our attention, and we looked over to see a ripple in the water where a fish had just landed. A few moments later, another splash revealed that the trout were jumping out of the water at regular intervals. While they were undoubtedly feeding on insects, in my mind, the fish were jumping for joy at the majesty that surrounded them. 

Still basking in the lake’s tranquility, we decided to walk a little further around the community. A local resident passed us on the road and told us exactly what we’d hoped to hear: a moose was visiting a field, just ahead. 

Rushing on, I spotted the massive creature, casually chewing on willow branches in the evening twilight. Day one of our trip and God had already granted me both the peace and beauty of creation my heart so desperately needed.  

How often do we get caught up in our daily lives and neglect the love gifts that God bestows upon us? I strive to never do so – often stopping to photograph spectacular sunrises, flowers, and wildlife. Sundays, in particular, have become uniquely holy to me as I sit on my screen porch, looking out at my yard, appreciating the birds and squirrels that visit me while I’m writing.

In addition to the beauty, I am grateful for the serenity this time affords. “Be still and know that I am God,” said the Lord. It is in the stillness that we find Him – in the quietude that we hear His voice. 

“Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest.” (Mark 6:31) I gravitate to this respite. All humanity should do the same.

There is such a clamor in the world today – racial unrest, economic uncertainty, pandemic panic, and political division. It’s impossible to pick up a paper, watch the news, walk in a store, or even into a workplace without sensing the lack of security all around us. 

None of this exists in God’s world. Surrounded by His creation, in the great outdoors, it’s impossible not to feel the presence of God. Where man brings tumult, God brings placidity. 

While there are many other stories I will share about our time in the mountains, this first day served as a reminder of the higher plateau that I strive to dwell upon. We serve a higher purpose than the one the world demands. Christ is the Great I Am and He longs for us to take the time to stop and worship Him.

God is the Master Painter, Creator, and Orchestrator of the universe. Nature’s symphony sings of His glory. May we make it a priority to pause our busy lives to reflect on His majesty and join our voices in the chorus sung by creation in adoration of our awesome God. Stop and do so today.

I have told you all this so that you may have peace in me. Here on earth, you will have many trials and sorrows. But take heart, because I have overcome the world. (John 19:25)

Merriam-Webster defines the term “hangry” as “irritable or angry because of hunger.”

I’d like to suggest the adoption of a new word that I’ve become intimately familiar with: “hexaustion.” “Hexhaustion” can be defined as a “fragile emotional state brought on by hunger and exhaustion.” For example, “Her hexhaustion resulted in several meltdowns after repeated humiliation in the workplace.” 

This past Wednesday was the worst workday I’ve had since August 2016. Back then, I was completing my degree while supporting my former organization’s president through travel in France. I was barely sleeping between work and school responsibilities that had me waking my employer by 7:00 am, planning and escorting her through her day, and staying up until the wee hours of the morning, devising the next day, and completing my course work. 

When a co-worker failed to show up to a 10:00 pm meeting, scheduled to organize additional activities, I couldn’t hold the floodgates back any longer. I hadn’t eaten dinner, was pushing into my fifteenth hour of work, and still had schoolwork yet to come. France or no France, I wanted to walk away and never look back. I made a decision the next day that work would not consume me, ever again. 

Unfortunately, that proclamation didn’t last long as it doesn’t align well with my work ethic. 

This past week, the full weight of my hexhaustion hit me the day after I’d worked for fifteen hours without dinner, yet again. I had stayed late to finalize a fifty-two slide PowerPoint presentation for our annual department award ceremony.

This year’s ceremony was to be conducted virtually due to social distancing protocols. The senior vice president I support wanted the deck to be extra creative. In addition to the award slides, I had unique photos of co-workers – working at home during COVID – their pets, an interactive video of a vendor-presented award, and embedded applause-tracks that would automatically play after award recipient names were revealed. 

While I was already hungry after not eating dinner the night before, I also missed lunch the day of the event, which began at 12:30 pm. Additional changes were needed on the deck after the final run-through, which kept me busy until after the noon hour. There was no opportunity for a final review before moving forward with the show

Still, I knew the slides were great. Everything went well in our dry-run, and I just had to get through it to put it all behind me.

“You can do this,” a co-worker told me. We knew the president of our corporation would be joining us for the first half-hour of the ceremony, and I wanted everything to be perfect. 

Five minutes into the production, things started to unravel.

“Uh, Sara,” remarked our VP, who I also support. “Something’s missing.” I couldn’t imagine what he was referring to.

“The applause tracks aren’t playing,” said the SVP, on camera. 

I could hear the tracks, so I rushed out of my office and over to hers to point to my ears, silently saying the words, “I can hear them.” 

“No one else can,” she mouthed back, from behind her closed door.

Five minutes and several tech-support helpers later, we knew there was nothing we could do to fix the problem. Apparently, I had missed an obscure setting before broadcasting my presentation to over five-hundred people, all my bosses, and the president of the company. The sound effects would not play.  

“Just stick with it,” my boss texted me.

After advising her of my concern that the audio component in our embedded video presentation might also not be heard, she texted me again. “Skip it.” Not a good thing, as weeks had gone into the acquisition of the same. 

Finally, on the most significant award of the day, I bumped the button to reveal the winner’s name before my boss was ready for it. I panicked, tried to recover, and bumped something else on the keyboard that knocked me out of the live presentation and produced thirteen blank slides in the deck. Forgetting that I was on video myself, I put my head in my hands, saying, “Oh, no! Oh, no!”

Fumbling with my mouse, I clicked all around the screen, believing I had lost the whole production. Scrolling backward, I found the slide I had bumped – re-starting the show and pushing forward into the reveal, just as my boss said the winner’s name. The whole thing may have only taken twenty-seconds to recover from, but it felt like an eternity in my mind. 

When the ceremony was over, one of our senior managers came by and said, “Good job, Sara,” – a sentiment that seemed a million miles from reality.  

“Not really,” I replied. 

Her comment was all it took to push me over the edge. When one of our expert videographers came by to sympathize with me, I broke down crying, saying, “I failed.” 

After other co-workers saw me crying in my office, a friend came by to say, “I thought you were going to cry when the slides went blank.” 

“You saw me?” I asked. 

“Oh, yeah,” she replied. 

Great. More humiliation, I thought. I just wanted to crawl under my desk and hide or run from the building and never look back. 

Am I not already humble enough, Lord? I questioned. You know I work hard to be humble, every day. Did I really need another lesson in humility? 

That night, sitting on my screen porch, trying to eat something without it upsetting my fragile stomach, it started to rain. How I longed to stand outside in the storm and let the water wash away the day. 

Instead, I searched for Michael W. Smith’s “Healing Rain” on YouTube and let the words fill my soul. 

God is in control, I thought. There is a purpose in this, somewhere.

I went to bed early and woke at 3:15 am, wide awake. The day began to replay in my mind, one humiliating segment at a time. I can’t do this, I thought. I need to get past it.

Instead of lying there, torturing myself with the day’s mistakes, I turned on my bedside light and reached for my Bible. My day’s reading continued in Job, where I came across the following passage. 

“I know that my Redeemer lives and that in the end, He will stand on the earth.” (Job 19:25)

Thank you, Lord. That’s all I needed, I thought, as I placed the Bible back on the nightstand and turned off the light.

In the darkness, I repeated the verse in my head and basked in its peace. I fell back to sleep and remained sleeping until my alarm went off. 

Instead of hiding my face as I returned to work that next day, I held my head high and shared my story with our dear cleaning lady and a co-worker who emailed me to ask if I was okay. 

I learned a big lesson through my humiliation in front of my peers, bosses, and the corporation’s president. God wins in the end, and nothing else matters. I work for God, and He loves me despite my flaws and failures. I will still give my usual 300% – but not so I can look good or win acclaim. I give extra because I’m serving God and can provide no less. 

As Dr. David Jeremiah said, “There are few things that you can ever develop in your life as a believer without stress and difficulty and persecution.”

To that, I say, “Amen.”

God is always teaching me, and with teachable moments comes stress. He knows what is best as He continues to mold me into the person He wants me to be. In the end, I work for God and His opinion of me is all that I need to worry about. 

I serve the ultimate Overcomer who sees and understands. Happy are the hexhausted, for God will give them rest.

Sometimes, our most significant victories are won when we fully surrender – not to our enemies, but to God. 

Two weeks ago, I was ready to walk out the door of my workplace and never look back. After three days of eleven, thirteen, and twelve-hour days, respectively, I was burned out. With more work than I could handle and no end in sight, the crushing anxiety that came from such a workload was overwhelming. My days start at 7:00 am, but when I started leaving at 8:00 pm, I knew that something had to give, and if I wasn’t careful, that “something” would be me. 

It’s too much, I thought. I can’t do this. 

When I met with my boss for my biannual performance review, there was no talk about my performance. Instead, it was more of a check-in to see how I was doing. With so many of my former coworkers out of work, the last thing I could do was complain. Instead, I said, “I am privileged to be here,” and I meant it.  

After detailing some of the work I was handling, my boss told me she wished there was something she could do, but, unfortunately, she said, there wasn’t. The shortage of staff after our recent workforce reduction has translated to a more massive load for everyone. That’s just the way it is. No one would dare protest as we all know there are two people collecting unemployment for every one of us who still have jobs. It is, indeed, a privilege to be employed in 2020. 

With the reality of all this sinking in, I knew that I couldn’t change my job, but I could change my mentality. 

On day four of feeling overwhelmed, I woke an hour before my alarm went off and thought of how I used to pray before work. It had previously been my practice to count my blessings, each morning, and ask God to bless my family and my day before even opening my eyes. I couldn’t remember the last time I had done so.

Lately, I’d been waking early to rehearse all the things I needed to do and make a mental plan of attack for the day. In doing so, I had unwittingly eliminated two weapons in my arsenal against stress – prayer and Bible reading. I had been too busy for both, and my current mental state suffered from the lack thereof. 

Forgive me, Lord, I prayed. Help me remember to lean on You and let Your strength fill my day. The battle isn’t mine. It’s yours. Show me what to do. Give me the wisdom to accomplish what You want me to accomplish. Help me be the person that You want me to be. I give it all to You, dear Lord. 

I prayed like that, repeating my petitions, surrendering my burdens to God until my alarm went off. I knew that God kept me in my position for a reason. I needed to remember that He would give me the stamina to keep pressing on. He would see me through. My strength comes from God, after all – not by anything I could ever do on my own. 

That day at work, after my morning prayers, I felt happy again – full of energy and hope. My burdens hadn’t changed, but my joy in serving the Lord had been restored. I didn’t stay late at work that night. I did what I could in the time allotted to me, and then I went home, read my Bible, and thanked God for His provision. 

How often do I struggle senselessly, striving to win life’s battles on my own? Sure, I pray, but my prayers are usually for divine intervention or rescue. More often than not, God is not going to remove me from my challenging circumstances. 

Instead, He invites me to surrender and ask for His strength when my own has been exhausted. I don’t have to be super-woman all the time. God is the miracle-worker, the promise-keeper, and the champion I need to overcome my problems. His strength is all I need, and He is strong enough to overcome all my burdens. His power is enough – for both of us.