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May 2016 Newsletter

Seasons of the Soul

Seasons of the Soul


Between surgery, flood, and family, 2016 been a challenging year so far.

Taking it one day at a time with my father’s Alzheimer’s. So grateful for my amazing mother and sister.

My legs still hurt, but the left (new knee) is doing much better than the right (older knee). Hobbling less.

Two months after the upstairs hot water heater exploded damaging all three floors of my condo, I still don’t have a penny from insurance. We are hoping they will eventually do what’s right.

I continue to pack up my home so I will be ready whenever we can begin repairs. The condo isn’t pretty, but it is livable. I have electricity, water, a bed, and a roof over my head. Who needs a ceiling?

It’s easy to get overwhelmed. I want to concentrate on family, friends, ministry, life, and other good gifts. I have places to go, things to do, people to see! I don’t want to spend my time, energy, and resources on insurance battles, reconstruction and carpeting! Argh.

It’s called life. It happens. Sometimes it all happens at once. I’m certainly not the only person who’s faced all this stuff: family issues, aging parents, Alzheimer’s, medical issues, medical bills, home repairs, insurance hassles, financial stress, and all the other challenges life throws at us. We have seasons where everything hums along happily with no major drama. Then we have seasons like this!

So what is this tumultuous season teaching me?

Say yes to friends. Wonderful people have come alongside. They have prayed. They have encouraged. They got me through surgery and physical therapy. They have sent money to the “help Linda get a ceiling” fund. They have rolled up their sleeves to help me pack and move boxes. They have offered to take me out to dinner. They have surprised me with blessings. They have been Aaron and Hur (Exodus 17), keeping my arms up in the battle. I am so grateful for the amazing support I’ve received.
It can be hard to accept help. But I’ve learned that whenever feasible (sometimes I really do need to work alone), for their sake as well as mine, I need to answer, “Yes, please. That would be great. Thank you so much for offering.” This is what the Body of Christ looks like.

“Two are better than one because they have a good return for their labor. For if either of them falls, the one will lift up his companion. But woe to the one who falls when there is not another to lift him up.” (Ecclesiastes 4:9-10)

I can’t do it all. Trying to deal with my father’s illness, battle insurance companies, and box up everything in my condo can be draining and overwhelming. I find myself saying, “I can’t do this.”

The actual truth is: I can’t do it in one weekend. I can’t do what I don’t understand. I’m not equipped to do all of this. I can’t do it all alone.

But I can do it.
I can do it in small increments.
I can do it one box at a time.
I can do it by bringing in experts.
I can do it with a little help from my friends.

The LORD will accomplish what concerns me;
Your lovingkindness, O LORD, is everlasting;
Do not forsake the works of Your hands.
(Psalm 138:8)

Rest is not a luxury. It is a necessity. When I think I can’t take a break is when I need it most. Whether it’s a family health issue or home repairs or insurance red tape, I need to weave Sabbath and fun and friends and family into my life. The work will still be there after I stop for iced tea, go out with a friend, watch the hummingbirds, swim some laps, or take a nap.
"You shall work six days, but on the seventh day you shall rest; even during plowing time and harvest you shall rest.” (Exodus 34:21)

Even during plowing time and harvest—and family crises and floods and endless packing and paralyzing busyness--when one is tempted to work around the clock, we still need rest. Be still and know that He is God. And I am not.

Hope comes in unexpected packages. Two weeks ago, I sat in the Boston airport, overwhelmed by a powerful mixture of stress, joy, grief, exhaustion, love, disappointment, frustration, concern, comfort, loneliness, community, and blessing. I wasn’t boo-hooing or audibly wailing, but there were tears streaming down my face. Yes, I cry. Deal with it. As one friend says, “My eyes leak so my heart won’t explode.” And I was leaking rather badly.
A man walked up and with a gentle smile, silently handed me a stack of napkins from a restaurant across the terminal. A total stranger saw me. He unobtrusively reached out in kindness to acknowledge my conflicting emotions.

My favorite name of God is El Roi, the “God Who Sees”. Also known as the “God Who sends People Who See”.

It’s easy to be oblivious to others. But that stranger saw me. Instead of ignoring me, he got up, walked to the restaurant, and returned with a respectful, practical way to help. He may never know what his simple gesture meant to me. For me, the Lord Jesus Himself was drying my tears. Never underestimate the effect the smallest kindness may have.

"And whoever in the name of a disciple gives to one of these little ones even a cup of cold water to drink, truly I say to you, he shall not lose his reward." (Matthew 10:42)

The joy remains. In the darkest of days, there is a kernel of unshakeable joy in the core of my being. Other days, there is hilarious laughter at the sheer craziness and humor of life. Other days, someone or something sparks delight in me. Jesus promised that “no one will take your joy away from you.” (John 16:22) Joy doesn’t mean happiness, or fun, or everything’s going my way. Or anything’s going my way. It’s that indescribable, immovable anchor of the eternal weight of glory that is tethered to my Sovereign Lord.
Say yes to friends. I can’t do it all. Rest is not a luxury. It’s a necessity. Hope comes in the most unexpected packages. The joy remains. Step by step, He leads me, and I will follow Him all of my days.

With His love and mine,
Linda