Fearing less when there’s more to lose

“Humble yourselves, therefore, under God’s mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time.  Cast all your anxiety upon him because he cares for you.”

1 Peter 5:6-7

“When I am afraid, I put my trust in you

In God, whose word I praise-

in God I trust and am not afraid.

What can mere mortals do to me?”

Psalm 56:3-4

I vividly remember gripping a smooth stone while being wheeled into the operating room for an unplanned C-section. My baby’s oxygen was compromised and I was shaking uncontrollably from a large dose of adrenaline and painkillers, groggily attempting to explain to the nurses why I needed to take a rock into the operating room.  “It’s my David stone, like David-and-Goliath,” I told them, “and I use it to remind me to how to conquer my fear.”  They let me hold it the whole time, bless them.    

Leaving the hospital and entering a pandemic served as a painful reminder that fear is not limited to the operating room.  Life is so precious and so fragile.  COVID-19 reveals that even we who live insulated by wealth and comfort have no lasting power over life and death.  Bringing a baby into the world under these circumstances has made it starkly clear to me how much I have to lose.  Sometimes more blessing means more risk; my heart now lives outside of me with my husband and child, and I cannot bear thinking about them suffering.  I should be an anxious mess right now, but I’m not.  God is teaching me courage like never before, and I’m excited to share it with you.

Lots of unbiblical messages are cropping up now about how to deal with fear.  Pull yourself up by your bootstraps, paste on a smile, march doggedly forward.  Distract yourself by counting your blessings, staying cheerful, serving others.  Valuable in their place, but really?  Imagine a wrestling match: You and Your Efforts vs. Global Pandemic.  Are you going to last two seconds by smiling and counting your blessings? No. Even if the whole world worked in cheerful unity to conquer the virus, we would still suffer losses.  Don’t misunderstand me; the Christian life does require an unrelenting attitude of thankfulness and servanthood, but these cannot stand alone against fear.  They aren’t meant to.  To conquer big fear, you need a bigger opponent.

Humanity has been battling fear since long before a global pandemic and economic collapse.  Our current chaos brings to light how we deal with our fear.  Some ignore it or rail against it (consider the photos of packed beaches on Memorial Day), some take it out on others (consider increased cases of domestic violence), some internalize it (consider the huge upswing in cases of depression and anxiety).  I’ve been trying to figure out how to deal with my own fears since losing our first baby last year.  The event preyed on my deepest fear, which is saying goodbye to those I love.  I thought a healthy pregnancy and birth would ease the anxiety, but then I realized that someday my son will become a toddler, a teenager, an adult, an old man far beyond of my protective abilities.  The truth is, pandemic or no pandemic, life never guarantees us tomorrow.  The only guarantee it offers us is goodbye.  Even if my son and all my loved ones live out a long, full life and die comfortably in their sleep at 100 years of age, we still have to say an earthly goodbye.  We all have to say goodbye.  How, I asked, can I live without fear in that reality?

I hope that you are enCOURAGEd as I share with you what God is teaching me response to that question.

It has to do with the “David Stone”.  1 Samuel 17 records that as a kid, David picked up a slingshot and a couple rocks and charged an armor-clad giant.  David was appalled that the Philistine giant was getting away with insulting God and defying God’s armies.  He knew someone had to challenge Goliath and volunteered without hesitation.  Many of you know about the amazing war hero, poet, and king David went on to become.  I am hard pressed to think of a more fearless Old Testament hero.  Lots of David and Goliath sermons focus on how great and fearless David was, like his bravery was all his doing and if we could only be more like David, we could have victory, too.  But this same war hero wrote in Psalm 56:3, “When I am afraid, I put my trust in you.”  When, not if.  Before we conquer fear, we must acknowledge that fear is a non-negotiable, even for someone like David.  The key is not to avoid fear, but to meet it head-on by putting our trust in God.  Easy to say, but how to live it out? I find David’s strategy in 1 Samuel 17 helpful:

In order to conquer the giant, David

1. Acknowledged that the battle was not about him,

2. Focused on God’s faithfulness

3. Put on the right armor, and

4. Ran toward the opponent. 

One: Fearlessness begins with humility

While visiting the site of this battle in Israel, my husband was struck by the smallness and close spacing of the hills on which each army would have camped. When Goliath stepped out to defy Israel’s army, David must have seen his hugeness and his muscles and his armor.  But David made no comment on them, instead asking, “Who is this uncircumcised Philistine that he should defy the armies of the living God?” (1 Samuel 17:26).  David called attention not to Goliath’s obvious physical dominance, but to the key fact that Goliath did not belong to God’s covenant people (“uncircumcised Philistine”) and had no right to insult God by attacking His covenant people.  David recognized that God’s reputation was on the line, and that was much more important than the reputation of the individual fighters. 

Two: God never fails His people

David did not charge Goliath blindly hoping that God would miraculously “show up”.  Instead, David called to mind previous rescues God had performed on his behalf and based his current faith rationally on evidence of God’s faithfulness.  After King Saul picked his jaw up off the floor at the audacity of this young shepherd volunteering to face the giant, he stated the obvious: “You are not able…” (v. 33)  He was right!  David was no match for Goliath, but God was more than a match, as David reminded Saul: “The Lord who rescued me from the paw of the lion and the paw of the bear will rescue me from the hand of this Philistine” (v. 37).  I wonder if this convinced Saul because it reminded him that God had done so much more than conquer a lion and a bear. God has a perfect track record of coming through for His people, even if His means are unexpected.  The Bible and all of history are full of stories of His unexpected salvation.  Plagues of locusts and frogs, the sea standing up, unidentified food magically appearing and reappearing on the desert floor, a prostitute willing to lie to protect two strangers, a hungry fish on the way to Nineveh, a talking donkey…if you read your Bible, I’m sure your head is filling with endless examples of unexpected rescue stories, especially that of a humble carpenter with fire in his eyes.

Three: The right outfit counts

I’m not great at fashion, but I know there are times when the right outfit counts. Saul tried to dress David in protective armor, and I think it’s important to note that David didn’t just refuse it point-blank.  He tested it out for a minute because, well, he wasn’t stupid.  He knew the risk he was taking.  But ultimately, he had to go with what he knew: (1) a sling and five smooth stones, and (2) God’s protection.  This is the author of Psalm 139:5: “You hem me in behind and before, and you lay your hand upon me.”  He didn’t have Ephesians 6 to call to mind, but he lived it: “Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes.  For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.   Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand” (Ephesians 6: 11-13). 

Four: Full speed ahead

Armed with God’s protection and power, David ran toward his opponent: “As the Philistine moved closer to attack him, David ran quickly toward the battle line to meet him” (1 Samuel 17:48).  No creeping, no cautious strategizing, no hesitation.  It’s incredible!  But let’s give the glory where it’s due- there would have been no victory if David had thought HE was the incredible one qualified to fight Goliath, and no story if he had cowered in fear with all the other Israelites because he knew he was too weak to fight Goliath.  Remember the wrestling metaphor?  David had the courage to confront the enemy because he knew that “David vs. Goliath” was actually “THE LIVING GOD vs. Goliath”. 

It’s true for every enemy that confronts us, especially fear.  “Emily vs. Fear” is hopeless, but “THE LIVING GOD vs. Fear”…there’s no contest.  Jesus took care of my fear of goodbyes when he made everlasting life a reality for me. My only job is to remember that. That’s why I carry a “David Stone” to my scariest challenges.  It reminds me that any situation I face is not ultimately about me; it’s about God’s love for his people and zeal to protect his holy reputation.  God never fails to protect his beloved people and holy reputation- even if he uses unexpected means.  

Undeserved kindness

“I say to myself, ‘The LORD is my portion;

therefore I will wait for Him.’

The LORD is good to those whose hope is in Him,

to the one who seeks Him;

It is good to wait quietly

for the salvation of the LORD.”

Lamentations 3:24-26

It’s not that I haven’t been writing for the past seven months; it’s just that I didn’t write anything worth reading.  I was trying too hard to make meaning of the tragedy of miscarriage, arrogant enough to think that I could discover the purpose of pain and conquer it with some great Christian achievement.  It’s much easier to try and figure life out on my own than to wait on God.  So when the writing fell flat, so I tried other things.  I clocked more hours at work, tried and failed to start a few ministries, and generally burned myself out as I picked up my pace, thinking I was headed toward healing but eventually realizing I was stuck on a figurative treadmill.  The process was cloaked in righteous words, but it wasn’t the Christian way.  It was the prideful way, the fearful way, the way of Israel in the desert seeking every hope but the one true Hope. 

But God, in His incredible mercy, slowed me down.  With MORNING SICKNESS.  Because, surprise! I got pregnant again!  Can we just pause for a minute and consider how completely undeserved and beautiful that combined blessing is?  Not only did God slow me down to teach me to rest in Him, but also, He did it by fulfilling the desire of my heart!  This is our God, who not only can give us good gifts, but longs to give us good gifts.  This is our God, whose generosity is not based on our righteousness, but springs eternally from his own compassionate Self.  There is no god like Him!

I speak with great joy now, but my transition from one pregnancy to another wasn’t emotionally straightforward.  Thankfully, God in His kindness used the time to teach me about (1) waiting on Him, and (2) His incredible goodness.  This spring, as I tried to write about beauty for ashes, all I could see was ashes.  As I tried to write about finding purpose, I woke up every morning wondering what on earth I was good for that day.  Then, on day in late May, I was thunderstruck by the results of a routine pregnancy test and was suddenly glued to the couch for three months of morning sickness, during which I was too tired to write about anything.  When I stopped writing and started listening, God brushed away the life lessons I had tried to manufacture and the purpose I had tried to invent. He replaced them with an honest confession that I will never understand why our first child never got a chance at life on earth.  Although the memories of that little one have sweetened with time and often bring a smile these days, a piece of me remains unfinished until my heavenly reunion with him or her.  Sometimes, God does use tragedy to bring about greatly impactful change in our lives, but in my case, it remains one of a million quiet losses.  No great hymn took shape, no world-changing ministry began, no bestseller was penned.  But in the quiet recesses of my heart, God taught me that He is good not to those who understand Him, or to those who use their pain to identify a crystal clear purpose in life, or to those who successfully accomplish great works for Him, but to those who simply wait for Him (Lamentations 3:25).  He doesn’t require me to learn brilliant lessons or turn my pain into great deeds.  He has that covered.  He asks only for my love, attention, and quiet obedience.

Second, in the transition from one pregnancy to another, God taught me about his incredible goodness.  In His humor and wisdom, He timed this second pregnancy so that there would be no mistaking that I had done nothing to deserve the gift.  It came purely from His loving heart.  He blessed me not because I did anything to manipulate him or please Him or earn something from Him, but because He just loves to bless His children.  What’s more, He used this good gift to draw me back from confusion into quiet trust before Him.  I knew better than to depend on my own strength for comfort, but He didn’t use harshness or punishment to remind me of that.  He treated me as He did Israel in Hosea 2:14: “Therefore I am now going to allure her; I will lead her into the wilderness and speak tenderly to her.”  It was His kindness that led me to repentance (Romans 2:4).

God’s undeserved kindness to His people has been on display since the beginning of time.  Consider with me, for example, God’s character as revealed in Isaiah 30.  Isaiah, burdened with God’s heart for Israel, declares coming judgment in response to the nation’s sin.  He describes God’s beloved nation as “obstinate”, “heaping sin upon sin”, “deceitful”, “unwilling to listen to the LORD’s instruction”.  God pleads in response: “In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength, but you would have none of it” (verse 15).  Hence, Israel was slated for all kinds of deserved misery.  But three sentences later, God already can’t contain His mercy:

“But the LORD longs to be gracious to you; therefore He will rise up to show you compassion.  For the LORD is a God of justice.  Blessed are all who wait for Him!” (verse 18).  Isaiah continues, describing all the beautiful ways God will rescue Israel when they call on Him, because “the LORD binds up the bruises of His people and heals the wounds He inflicted” (verse 26).  I love this passage, because it reminds me that God is good to us not only because His nature requires it and His covenant-keeping demands it, but also because His heart longs for it. He is an above-and-beyond Father who heaps blessing upon blessing on us as not even the most generous earthly father could. There is such delight in this! Delight filling God’s heart as He surprises us with good gifts, and delight in our hearts as we receive, as Paul says in Ephesians 3:20, “immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine.”

Our God, so often characterized as distant and judgmental, is an intimate and generous God who can’t help but pour out His goodness on us.  How can we not praise Him, trust Him, live in celebration of Him?  This spring, I was empty.  Empty heart, empty womb, empty search for meaning.  Now, I am full.  Full of the little wriggling, kicking life that tickles me in church.  Full of awe when I contemplate the graciousness of God.  Full of peace, knowing that when I get it wrong, the God who holds me in the palm of His hand will gently and decisively restore me.  I hope His display of grace in my life encourages you to see His displays of grace in your life, leading you to trust and love Him more.  To close, I can’t help but return to Paul’s praise in Ephesians 3:20-21: “Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us, to Him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.”

He did this for me

“You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous person, though for a good person someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”

Romans 5:7-8

“We would like to ask all passengers to push the flight attendant call button above your seat,”  the crew member announced.  No one was sure why we needed to do that just before landing the plane, but since no oxygen masks appeared and the flight attendants, though unusually serious, didn’t seem nervous, we dutifully pushed our buttons and sat back as two rows of blue lit up the aisle. 

            The speaker crackled to life again: “Occasionally we meet passengers who touch us in a special way.  Today we have on board a mom and dad who are escorting their son, a fallen marine, home for burial.”  This pronouncement was followed by an uncertain pause as people tried to gauge the political climate of the plane, then a burst of applause as passengers all over the political spectrum abandoned caution and united to honor the young man and his parents.

            The crew member continued, asking us to remain in our seats as the parents gathered their belongings and left the plane first.  I watched first with curiosity and then through tears as a man with wild gray hair and equally wild tattoos moved slowly through the plane, nodding to acknowledge the renewed applause and trying to stem the flow of tears that betrayed his tender father’s heart.  His wife followed, allowing her own tears to fall freely.  Our call buttons were blue beacons to light their path.  I didn’t know them or anyone else on the plane and will probably never see any of them again, but in that moment, we were united under something stronger than political divides: sacrificial death.  The marine was my age when he died.  What would make a young man risk his life like that?  A thought hit me hard: He did this for me.

            I don’t usually think about soldiers’ deaths in such personal terms.  They give up their lives for something big: a cause, a set of ideals, a whole country of people.  But in that moment, I couldn’t shake the thought that this stranger decided to risk his life for me, someone he didn’t know existed, to protect the freedoms I hold so dear in this country.  There was a body in the hold of that plane transformed from living, breathing potentiality to corpse because he said yes to the call to fight for me.  Not only this, but his parents willingly gave him up, their only son, for me. 

            There is such heartrending beauty in sacrificial death.  It should never have to happen, but the pain and injustice doesn’t have to be wasted.  It transcends barriers and softens enmity.  It humbles and yet dignifies.  It inspires.  All this from ten minutes on a plane with one unknown young man and his parents. 

            Christians, you know where I’m going with this.

Why is it that a marine’s death touched me so deeply, but my restless heart refuses to grieve genuinely on Good Friday?  Am I so hardened that I have lost touch with the depth and personal nature of Christ’s sacrifice?  This marine died for someone he didn’t know.  Jesus died for a woman he knew completely- all the beauty he created AND all the ugliness of her sin-corrupted heart.  “Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous person, though for a good person someone might possibly dare to die.  But God demonstrates his own love for us in this:  While we were still sinners, Christ died for us” (Romans 5:7-8).  When I was Christ’s enemy, he died for me (Romans 5:10).  He didn’t die to protect my freedom of speech.  He died to free my soul from sin and death.  He didn’t die honorably.  He died in humiliation, ignominy, and torture.  And God let him, sent him, watched it happen, made it happen.  He turned his back on his beloved, blameless son who was with him from eternity to eternity.  Not just for me.  For all of us.  Can you imagine how much that cost? Think about it:

“God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God” (2 Corinthians 5:21).

“For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though he was rich, yet for your sake he became poor, so that you through his poverty might become rich” (2 Corinthians 8:9).

“He who did not spare his own son, but gave him up for us all- how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things?” (Romans 8:32).

“But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are healed” (Isaiah 53:5).

            Brothers and sisters, when did the truth of Christ’s sacrifice last touch our hearts so much we wept?  Why is it that we continue to bicker and pick at each other over small provocations, when we should instead unite under the banner of Christ’s love?  One human death can have this effect on a group of strangers; why not the Divine Death on a group of God’s beloved children? Two weeks after this plane ride, I am still torn up about this.  Will you join me in praying for softened hearts toward God and one another? 

            Though I don’t remember the name of that marine, I will never forget him.  I thank and honor him for giving his life for me, for us.  I thank and honor his parents for giving him up.  Most of all, I thank them for modeling an even greater sacrifice, that of God and his Son on the cross.  My prayer this Memorial Day is that remembering the honorable sacrifices of our fallen men and women will point us to the once-for-all victorious sacrifice of our Heavenly King.  You know the verse; say it with me and let it be the springboard of our prayers:

“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish, but have eternal life” (John 3:16).

Waving the white flag…or not

“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

When life wriggles out of my grasp for control, I can never decide whether to fight or surrender.  Am I allowed to pray with fists clenched and heart wrestling just as desperately as Jacob did with God, or should I open my hands and say with Nebuchadnezzar, “[God] does as he pleases with the powers of heaven and the peoples of the earth.  No one can hold back his hand or say to him: ‘What have you done?’” (Daniel 4:35).

One of the most striking memories I have of visiting the Holy Land is scrambling up a rocky hill strewn with ancient pottery shards to visit Penuel, the probable site of Jacob’s wrestling match with God.  Before this visit, I had imagined the struggle of Genesis 32 taking place on a calm, flat riverbank, followed by a long, cool walk (limp?) in the desert moonlight.  Nope; no mercy for Jacob and his dislocated hip here.  Penuel is one of many steep hills crowded together in the arid landscape. The air feels oppressively dense and shimmers with heat.  I barely made it up one hill in great shape with two working legs.  I remember panting at the top of the hill, squinting at the Jabbok River winding through the hills like a tiny silver snake, and thinking, Would I have had the guts to take hold of God here?  To not let him go until I got a blessing?  To keep moving and trusting after he hit me where it hurts? 

At this point, I think not.  Great loss can make us feel so small before God.   After the miscarriage, I sometimes feel like I have shrunken to something barely visible while God has grown so large, I hardly recognize him.  In my smallness, I can never hope to decode his plan, let alone see the good in it. So how do I respond to the tragedy?  How do I pray? A dismissive “Your will be done” seems like a one-dimensional, dishonest, cowardly reaction.  On the other hand, pounding on the door of Heaven demanding blessing seems rebellious and irreverent.  So how do I talk to God right now?  How do I navigate the balance between surrendering to his will and fighting for his blessing? 

I searched the scriptures and was encouraged see that the men and women of the Bible set precedents of both surrender and fight.  I have more than a lifetime of work to do before I am a true Biblical scholar, but I’ll share some thoughts on two examples here:

Surrender: Job (see also Abraham, Joseph, Nebuchadnezzar, Mary, Paul…)

Fight: Canaanite woman (see also Jacob, David, the prophets, bleeding woman in Luke 8, widow seeking justice…)

After losing his family, possessions, and health, Job raises his voice to defend his own righteousness (yikes) and asks the dreaded “why” question (understandable).  “God’s response?

 “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation?  Tell me, if you understand.  Who marked off its dimensions?  Surely you know!  Who stretched a measuring line across it?  On what were its footings set, or who laid its cornerstone- while the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy?” (Job 38:4-7).  God continues with three chapters of unanswerable questions like this, and I shrink along with Job just reading them.  In the end, Job is the one who must answer to God, not the other way around. Job says, “Surely I spoke of things I did not understand, things to wonderful for me to know…Therefore I despise myself and repent in dust and ashes” (Job 42:3 &6).  After Job’s humble acknowledgement of God’s sovereignty, God “restored his fortunes and gave him twice as much as he had before” (Job 42:10).  Surrender precedes the blessing.

Job’s situation reminds me of Paul’s letter to believers in Rome, in which he asks the pain-inducing question: “But who are you, a human being, to talk back to God?  ‘Shall what is formed say to the one who formed it, “Why did you make me like this?”’ Does not the potter have the right to make out of the same lump of clay some pottery for special purpose and some for common use?” (Romans 9:20-21). 

These passages are difficult, even unpalatable to the post-Enlightenment mind.  But they are part of God’s inspired Word; I can’t ignore them.  So far, it seems like the correct response to adversity is to open my hands, empty myself, and blindly accept whatever God brings my way.  But is that the whole story?  If I characterize my response to life with this kind of wimpy surrender, I’ll become passionless, lazy, joyless.  And I must consider the other examples, such as the Canaanite woman in Matthew 15.

She asks Jesus to heal her daughter.  Well, she doesn’t just ask.  She kind of yells at him.  At first, “Jesus did not answer a word. So his disciples came to him and urged him, ‘Send her away, for she keeps crying out after us’” (Matthew 15:23).  I’m picturing her following Jesus and his guys down the road, calling out over and over for Jesus’ attention and healing.  As a non-Jewish person and a woman, in this socio-historical context she is considered one of the lowest of the low, with no right to even speak to a rabbi, let alone this rabbi, let alone ask him for something, let alone ask him for a miracle.  But she apparently doesn’t care!  She keeps following and yelling and making a fool of herself until finally, Jesus responds to her raw determination.  It looks like he is testing her:

“He answered, ‘I was sent only to the lost sheep of Israel.’
The woman came and knelt before him. ‘Lord, help me!’ she said.
He replied, ‘It is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to the dogs.’
‘Yes it is, Lord,’ she said. ‘Even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their master’s table.’
Then Jesus said to her, ‘Woman, you have great faith! Your request is granted.’ And her daughter was healed at that moment” (Matthew 15:24-28).

I can’t help but love this woman.  Her moxie is out of control.  She doesn’t get the honor of being named, but she gets the honor of commendation from the Messiah.  Why?  Her faith.  She is so convinced that Jesus can heal her daughter that she refuses to quit asking until he gives her what she wants.  She fights for her daughter, and fight precedes the blessing.

BUT. Was it really surrender that preceded Job’s blessing and fight that preceded the woman’s blessing?  Now, the epiphany: neither surrender nor fight caused God to respond with blessing.  Job could have surrendered with faithless motives, just as the woman could have fought for her daughter out of fearful motives.  Instead, God taught Job to trust him, to have faith in God’s plan and power.  Instead, the woman received her reward for the faith she showed in Jesus’ power to heal. FAITH PRECEDED BOTH BLESSINGS. 

Clearly, God is impressed with faith.  He is the source of faith, after all (Romans 12:3).  And he responds to it with blessing.  But faith is tough, so it’s encouraging to remember that God also has mercy on those who lack faith.  He could have killed whiny Job or arrogant Nebuchadnezzar on the spot, but instead he taught and restored them.  He could have fired Moses for lacking confidence, Gideon for delaying, Elijah for giving up.  But instead, he gave Moses a partner, Gideon a sign, and Elijah a still, small voice.  (Check out Exodus 3-4, Judges 6, and 1 Kings 19 for the full stories.)  Heck, Samson was a self-satisfied, egomaniacal jerk who listened to pretty much nothing God asked of him, but when Samson humbled himself and trustingly asked for help, God STILL used him to defeat Israel’s enemy. 

I’m starting to get it now.  God rewards submission to his sovereignty motivated by faith that he is good even when we can’t see it.  But he also rewards borderline-irreverent, courageous prayer motivated by faith that he will bless us because he “is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine” (Ephesians 3:20), and because he loves us.  Maybe both surrender and fight are correct responses to adversity, as long as they are faith-motivated.  If I don’t surrender, I have no peace.  If I don’t fight, I have no purpose.  I don’t want to wear timid “surrender” as a mask for laziness or unbelief, nor do I want to wear action-packed “faith” as a mask for fear or arrogance.  My action or non-action, working or waiting, struggling or surrendering, must be motivated by humble faith that God (1) is ultimately and rightfully in charge, and (2) rewards the faithful in his time and way. 

Heaven is more precious


For you created my inmost being;
    you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
    your works are wonderful,
    I know that full well.
My frame was not hidden from you
    when I was made in the secret place,
    when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed body;
    all the days ordained for me were written in your book
    before one of them came to be.
How precious to me are your thoughts, God!
    How vast is the sum of them!
Were I to count them,
    they would outnumber the grains of sand—
    when I awake, I am still with you.

Psalm 139:13-18

The first sight my baby’s eyes saw was the face of Jesus.  Imagine! It steals my breath.  Never will my first child know sin, suffering, or sorrow.  Only the joy of Heaven and someday, the joy of reuniting with Austin and me.  In the meantime, here are sections of a letter I wrote to a few close friends and family members who prayed us through the pregnancy loss.  The letter explains what happened and presents some of our initial insights as the event unfolded.

“Heaven is more precious with each loved one that goes there, and it feels so close to us now that our baby is there.  Even during the worst part of this nightmare, we knew that God would carry us through and redeem the experience by using us as witnesses of His goodness in the face of death.  Your prayers are integral to accomplishing that purpose.  Even now, we see glimmers of the fruit of God’s work during this time.  We are experiencing increased faith, humility, dependency on His moment-to-moment grace, even increased hope as we give our future over to Him.

“I have been thinking about the moment Jesus was baptized, when John ‘saw the heavens being torn open and the Spirit descending on [Jesus] like a dove’ (Mark 1:10).  Sudden tragedy, for the Christian, can be a breathtakingly holy moment like this.  It was for us.  When we knew what was about to happen, we prayed with our hearts open to God, offering our child to Him and holding nothing back.  We offered broken but sincere praise to God for whatever He was about to bring.  We told our baby that though we longed to treasure him (we believe it was a boy) as his parents, he could go to Jesus if it was time.  And then the heavens tore open as God accepted our little offering, giving us peace beyond understanding in return.

“Though we are left with immeasurable sadness, we have no regrets, because we know that God ordained all the days of our little one before one of them came to be (Psalm 139:16).  Our baby belonged ultimately to his Maker.  We know that God did not steal from us; he graciously allowed us seven joy-filled weeks to nurture that precious life- a gift beyond imagining.  Now, though we don’t see the whole purpose of it, we know we have accomplished the task of nurturing and are ready to begin task of healing.

“God has prepared us for this moment.  He has provided us with enough logical, historical, spiritual evidence for His goodness and enough proof of his individual faithfulness in our lives that, though this death makes no sense, we have the rock-solid conviction that we can still trust Him.  In fact, we can trust nothing but Him.  My heart’s cry echoes psalmist’s words: ‘Whom have I in heaven but you?’ (Psalm 73:25).  We have been forced to realize very quickly that life is fragile and completely out of our control.  As a result, our hope in a future earthly event has shattered, but our hope in the present grace of our God has strengthened.

“The hardest question now, especially since this was our first pregnancy, is ‘what next?’  At first, I forbade myself from asking it.  I want to be a mom SO BADLY and I was afraid to consider any alternatives.  But God’s Spirit answered my ‘what next?’ question by reminding me of Jesus’ words to His disciples: “Follow me.”  In response, the men left everything they knew and loved not because they knew where they were going, but because they knew enough about who they were following to know that His presence was the only worthy pursuit.  In the same way, what’s next for Austin and me is to follow God on the journey He has laid out for us, finding and doing the good work He gives along the way, trusting Him to hold us whether our dreams or our fears come true. We can follow, one footstep at a time, not because we know where we are going, but because we know Who leads us.

“My request for prayer is that God will instill abiding hope in our hearts.  Please pray that we will ‘be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, and faithful in prayer’ (Romans 12:12).  And please especially pray that God will bless us with a healthy baby we can hold in our arms, soon.  I am learning that it is not wrong or selfish to pound on the door of Heaven like the persistent widow in Luke 18 and beg God for the good and righteous desire of our hearts, so long as we know that despite what our emotions tell us, His plan and timing is better than anything we could ask for. 

“I have learned in the past week that surrender is like courage.  They say courage is not the absence of fear, but the willingness to persist in spite of the fear.  I now believe that surrender is not the absence of desire, but the willingness to trust God’s providence regardless of whether that desire is fulfilled.  As Jesus in the garden submitted to God’s will but was not afraid to ask His heart’s desire, please come boldly before the throne of grace and ask for help on our behalf in our time of need.  We can’t wait to celebrate with you when God answers, ‘Yes!’ For now, we will walk through this shadowed-but-holy valley, embracing Heaven so near and Christ so strong to save, clinging to the grace that carries us through each moment.”

Into the valley

“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I will fear no evil,

For you are with me.

Psalm 23:4a

“The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”

Psalm 34:18

Walk with me in the valley awhile.

We’re not in the sunshine, but we know sunshine waits ahead.  We’re not happy, but we know happiness waits ahead.  We don’t know how long we will walk in shadow, or what will come of persevering through it, but we cling to hope because there’s nothing else to cling to down here. 

I’m here in the valley because my baby died.  I had been pregnant for seven weeks.  Then, out of nowhere, we had to say goodbye. 

Still want to walk with me?

My first baby will never be born, but something else will.  On the horizon, I see new empathy, new compassion, new respect for the preciousness of life, new love for Heaven, new and vast understanding of the faithfulness of God.  I see deeper friendships and fearless vulnerability.  I see other women comforted and strengthened by my story.  Granted, my story of loss is one small example among more stories of loss than I ever knew.  But loss is loss, and joy is joy.  I’ll have to walk through this valley to get to that joy, but I already see it coming.  Our God makes all things new, even me, even now.  The process is excruciating.  The reward will be infinite.

I am both anxious and honored to share with those of you willing to walk through the valley with me.  I’d prefer to fade into the background, process it on my own.  But I could not have weathered this loss without the bravery of the couples who shared their own stories of loss openly.  Since I experienced pregnancy loss, I have been shocked at how many other stories are out there, some more painful than I can imagine.  It’s so common, but no one prepares you for it.  In fact, many women are deceived by a world that claims the loss of an unborn child isn’t a loss at all; it doesn’t matter and shouldn’t bother them.  Unbelievable, and such a confusing, dangerous lie.  This is why I know our loss must be shared for the education and encouragement of others who have or will experience something similar.  Let me be clear: regardless of how a child has been lost, there is no condemnation here.  Please, receive my story only as a gift to aid your healing.

The sharing of suffering is a holy task.  Ironically, open suffering provides an unmatched opportunity to display the goodness of God, because we “do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope” (1 Thessalonians 4:13).  Hope sets Christians apart and testifies to the Giver of that hope.  My plan is to share pieces of my journey in a measure of real time, before we know “how it all turns out,” so to speak.  That way, you know there’s only one source of my hope, and it’s not hindsight.  It’s God.  My next post will tell you our story of pregnancy loss, and after that, we will process through life after loss together.  Join me as I grieve, question, grow.  And then, celebrate with me!  I am so convinced that God will prove His faithfulness, His goodness, and His love in such an amazing way in my life that I feel confident setting the stage to share that joy with you. 

We all move through seasons in the valley and seasons in the sun.  Those of you who believe with me, please pray that I can walk through my valley with dignity and grace.  Those of you who don’t want to read sad things at the moment, skip these entries.  This is for others, especially women, facing “trials of many kinds” (James 1:2), who need to know that someone out there understands at least a little of what they are going through.  May God lift you up and grant you comfort, hope, and joy as you watch this little life unfold. 

Welcome to this little life

See, I am doing a new thing!
    Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
    and streams in the wasteland.

Isaiah 43:19 NIV

Blogging is like throwing handfuls of glitter out of an airplane window.  You don’t know where it will land, and whether people will see it and roll their eyes at the mess or smile as it brightens their day.  I prefer to share my writing only with close family and friends, but recently have been humbled by the brave women who put their stories on display, stories that prepared me for and helped me through life-changing struggles of my own.  I have delayed launching a blog for years. I am crazy enough to believe God has called me to this; however, I’m terrified of digital vulnerability (and, let’s face it, accountability).  But everything in me rails against the deceitfulness of social media- my Facebook conveniently implies that I’m a great snowboarder, know more than one song on the banjo, and haven’t shed a tear for ten years.  I’m over that.  I have so much more to give the world than that fake person, whoever she is, and I hope that what I give here will be a blessing to you.  It’s my turn to become vulnerable so that others may become strong. 

As a teen, I journaled online to satisfy my longing to be known.  Writing was a selfish act as I attempted to gain enough affection and attention to dispel my insecurity.  As a woman, I write to be a mirror, hoping my words will help you know yourself and your God more.  Writing is now an act of giving, allowing you a window into this little life in hope that you come away with fresh faith for today and hope for tomorrow.  Every Christian is asked to serve God with the abilities he or she has been given.  Missionary Tom Randall says to “Give what you can with what you have,” even if it seems like what you have to give is silly or redundant.  God can multiply our smallest efforts into loaves-and-fishes miracles.  I’ve seen him do it.  I don’t feel like I have much to give, but I can write.  So, here is my gift to you and to my God, who has given me so much for such little return.

 My writing goals are simple: I hope to encourage believers, provide those who are not believers with a clear Christian perspective of ordinary life, and to bring glory to my awesome and faithful God, even if he is the only one who ever reads this.  I do not know how often I will post or what the posts will contain, but I will try to make you laugh, bring a tear if I’m brave enough, and leave you uplifted.  God bless you and our new journey together!