Grace & Glory

Saturday’s breakfast was a blessing. Thank you to those who were praying. I wish you could see the faces I saw. They were all ages, fathers and mothers who grieved the loss of their children—from disease, accidents, or premature birth. They nodded when I described the pain and understood the throbbing presence of a hole, but their faces also reflected the peace of God’s grace. My heart broke for our hosts, whose son won the war against cancer to be taken from them in an accident. I ached with the parents who became childless after the deaths of five children. I couldn’t bear the pain of the young mom and dad whose little boy died in a farming accident. We befriended a couple who traveled up from South Carolina and wore shirts with words we all need to hear: “Gift to a Grieving Heart, #Talk About Them. His name is Jason.”

Today’s post is a second sample from my upcoming book, I dedicate it to the dear parents I met this weekend who understand that the deepest pain can be eclipsed by glory.

Lord, I’m Discouraged

For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us

an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. 

2 Corinthians 4:17 (see verses 16-18)

My troubles didn’t feel light or temporal, but unbearably heavy with no conceivable end. Even though I believed earth’s problems are momentary compared with eternity, it didn’t diminish the depth of my pain or the upheaval of my life. It didn’t keep me from being distracted and discouraged—wasting away on the inside. Sometimes I just felt too tired to continue and yet, today’s verses told me my suffering was doing more than draining my vitality. It was actually achieving something for me—an eternal glory!

Glory that is weightier than the heaviness I was carrying and outshines my sorrow. Glory that is powerful enough to eclipse my suffering. Glory that increases in measure and amasses, waiting for me to receive it. This is the truth I needed to dwell on and allow it to carry me through until the day its fulfillment becomes mine.

Today is a small interval in our eternal life, a brief segment. We must not lose heart from pain and disappointment. Because God promises to renew us, we can persist and push forward. By keeping eternity in sight, we remember this life is not all there is—so much more is ahead for us. That is our encouragement and it puts our sorrow in perspective.

Dear one, you are deeply loved. God will renew you day by day. He is waiting with open arms and an open heart to welcome you, now and into eternity. “So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen” (verse 18).

Lord, I Depend on your Grace

Thank you for your title suggestions! I’m preparing to speak at a breakfast for grieving parents in PA this Saturday so I’ve not made a final decision—but you will be the first to know. Today’s post is a sample from the yet unnamed book. The accompanying passage is 2 Cor. 12:7b-10.

 Day 38

Lord, I Depend on your Grace

But thanks be to God, who always leads us as captives in Christ’s triumphal procession.

2 Corinthians 2:14a

I have thorns. They are afflictions from my loss, throbbing reminders of what no longer is. They prickle and pain me, sharp mementos of a tragedy I can’t undo. If I find a comfortable position they are quick to pierce my peace and, like old injuries, they throb in stormy conditions. I have prayed for them to be removed, but God tells me the same thing He told Paul, “My grace is sufficient” (2 Corinthians 12:9).

What does sufficient grace look like? It is strength when I’m bone-weary. It is peace when I’m disordered. It is contentment when I stop striving. It is one more step on a path I never wanted to walk. It is offering words of comfort from the well within me. I have enough grace for God to radiate from me and reveal Jesus.

God’s grace lifted me from bed in my lowest days. It propelled me out the door when I wanted to hide. It enabled me to smile in darkness and stand in a crowd. That may not sound like a triumphal procession, but they are my victories and could only be realized through grace.

I will press on—by God’s grace. I will grow strong—by God’s grace. And at the end of my life’s journey, I will join the triumphal procession to glories I now vaguely imagine. And so will you. We will be thorn-free and forever tell of the grace that carried us home.

Help me Create a Title

Help me Create a Title

This picture is only a mock-up of a possible cover for my new book. I need your help to settle on a title. I wrote 60 devotional meditations because I felt that my book, I was Broken, Too, wasn’t enough for those in the thick of their struggle. They need someone to whisper in their ear for at least two months, reminding them they can get through this, God is there to strengthen them, and He has a future for them.

I want to come alongside these unknown friends and say, “I was there and I couldn’t imagine a future either, but God brought me through and He’ll do the same for you.”

I’ve become so hung up on the title that I have lost objectivity, so I’m looking to you for feedback. Here are 4 suggestions but I’m open. What do you think?

  • Walking Broken
  • Facing Brokenness
  • Hope in the Valley
  • Beyond Heartbreak

I Love Spring

I love to watch the unfolding of spring as I search for glimpses of green on barren branches.

I love the discovery of purple and white crocuses breaking through winter’s softened soil.

I love spring’s early, bright yellow greeters—the swaying forsythia  and bobbing daffodils.

I love longer days, warmer walks, and calmer breezes.

I love the excitement of spotting my first robin and the expectation of goldfinches and hummingbirds.

I love the greening of the grass and the promise of garden produce, local and fresh.

I love peepers chirping their spring welcome, even when their cacophony begins to grate.

I love packing away my winterwear in exchange for pastels and lightweight wraps.

I love seeing children on their bikes and hearing them laugh on playgrounds.

I love the spectacular appearance of pink cherry blossoms and magnificent magnolias.

I love outdoor gatherings, firepit conversations, and rocking on the front porch.

I love God’s creation of seasons and that New Jersey gloriously displays each one.

He changes times and seasons…

Daniel 2:21