Making It Through

When this blog site was established, widowhood was the farthest thing from my thinking. Illness wasn’t on my mind either, nor was radical life change. I just wanted to practice my writing, see if I could meet my own deadlines, and spend extra time with my keyboard.

Now, 3+ years later, I marvel at how this small blog has morphed into a classroom with readers teaching me and each other. As they do their best to get through this, whatever “this” is, they’ve willingly shared wisdom by way of comments and emails to benefit us all.

Because my own getting through has been my husband’s death and its resulting widowhood, many other widows have joined me in these posts, most of whom have been new acquaintances. Back at the beginning I had no idea that a simple blog could yield new relationships.

Other widows have taught me unique truths, even in the midst of the shock and sadness of their first year alone. As they’ve posted powerful comments, they’ve influenced others, some of whom aren’t widows or even women. Every reader wants to know how to get through, and nothing shows us as well as the story of someone who’s been knocked down but is testifying from an “up” position. We think, “If she can do it, so can I.”

One cyber-friend speaking from an “up” position (despite being a widow for only 6 months) sent a short list detailing what she’d learned. Her insight hit me over the head (in a good way, of course) and is an excellent summary of why anyone struggling to get through something can look to God for rescue. She wrote:

The Lord smiles at 3 things:

  1. when I say, “I give up.”
  2. when the experts say, “There’s no way.”
  3. when his children say, “Yes, we’ll wait.”

These 3 statements speak volumes about God’s character and why we can trust him to successfully get us through whatever is threatening to hold us back. In a practical sense,

  1. when we say, “I give up,” he says, “I’ll take over now.”
  2. when we say, “There’s no way!” he says, “Watch me make one.”
  3. when we say, “I’ll try to be patient,” he says, “I’ll make it worth it.”

Receiving this kind of wisdom from blog readers is a priceless bonus I never expected. And with the above thoughts, I’ve been given 3 things I can do to put a smile on God’s face.

Greater wisdom than that can’t be found anywhere.

“Blessed be the Lord, the God of Israel, who alone does wondrous things.” (Psalm 72:18)

 

Overpowered (conclusion)

My morning prayer time yesterday became overwhelmed with the many severe problems on my post-it notes, each in need of prayer. Can a person become too discouraged to pray? Isn’t that the moment we ought to double-time-it toward God with our needs?

Blubbering all over my notes, I finally set everything aside, closed my mascara-smudged eyes and said, “Father, help me here. What am I supposed to do? What should I be thinking about all this?”

Immediately, from out of nowhere, he plopped an old photo into my mind like a slide into a projector, a 65 year old black and white picture Mom had taken. It’s one of my favorites from childhood and shows a 3-year-old-me sitting on the beach, upset about something. My daddy is leaning over my shoulder trying to do several things:

  • hear my words
  • understand my problem
  • show sympathy
  • help me cope

My head is tipped toward his, pressing cheek-to-cheek as if to say, “I’m not going to let you fix this too soon, because I’m really loving being close to you.”

As I sat in my chair, eyes closed, I thought about that picture. What was its connection to my feeling swamped by the heaviness of so many prayer needs? As I sat quietly, God answered that question.

“Margaret, the reason you like this picture is because it shows the power and security of a father’s love. After your daddy came close to you, you became sure everything would end well.

“I’m also your Father. I’m near to you in that same way. I love you as he did, and I care about your problem and those of the people on your notes. You need to have the same confidence in me that you had in him. Since you’re talking to me now instead of him, I’m here to tell you everything is going to end well.”

I was stunned by the simplicity of God’s solution to my predicament. I’d made it far more complicated than it needed to be, so he gently brought me back to the basics:

He can.

I can’t.

The minute any of us puts a toe over the line of “I can fix this myself,” stress soars and tears flow. When we trust God to do the fixing, stress lowers and faith soars.

My task in yesterday’s prayer time, then, was to lift my post-it-people to God, not with a heavy heart but with strong trust in him for whatever comes next in each of those lives. I’m to be confident he has heard, has understood, will sympathize, and will help… just like my daddy.

It didn’t occur to me until I wrote this blog that the first letters of those 4 things God did for me (and my daddy, too) spell HUSH. God had to hush me up so I could listen, before I could understand the right way to talk to him.

“When you ask him, be sure that your faith is in God alone. Do not waver.” (James 1:6)

Say it well.

Years ago when my sister Mary and I were visiting Sweden, we launched out from our hostess’ home (in a borrowed car) to buy souvenirs. Hours later, when heading back, we got disoriented… and completely lost.

Road signs were in Swedish (duh), and we couldn’t read them. We had no phone and only vague knowledge of an address, and at a gas station the attendant couldn’t understand our questions. Two frustrating hours passed, and through the process of systematically trying every exit and every turn, we finally found our way back. If only we’d had a translator.

This morning I was wondering if Nate needs a translator in paradise. How presumptuous to think he’s speaking English, yet maybe he is. Scripture says those gathered there will be in groups representing every earthly language. (Revelation 7:9) So how will we understand each other?

Maybe as we voice our native tongues, each listener will instinctively understand other languages like a computer effortlessly translates foreign sentences. If that’s true, Nate is still speaking English. Or maybe he’s having fun trying out his college Russian.

A more tidy explanation, though, might be that God will put a new language into our heads and mouths, something supernaturally provided. I do know he’ll use words as a tool to promote togetherness rather than division, since family unity is important.

I love words, and I love putting them together, taking thoughts that are floating around and pinning them to blank paper with ink. My satisfaction in creating word pictures and stories is much like a puzzler enjoying the process of assembling 1000 pieces without ever looking at the box-picture.

But language can also be a barrier. Missionaries and diplomats overcome this by partnering with interpreters, people who know two languages and serve as a link between them.

Louisa, Birgitta, and I have supported a little girl who lives in India since she was 3 years old. Her name is Jayanti, and she’s now a pretty teenager of 15… who speaks no English. Every few weeks we receive a hand-written letter from her, along with a typed translation from an interpreter. We stare at Jayanti’s swirly script and can’t make heads or tails out of it. Without the accompanying translation, we wouldn’t be able to have a relationship with her at all. And of course our mail back to her also needs interpretation. The best we can hope for is that those translating at both ends are skilled and honest.

As for Nate, whether he’s speaking English or something else, he’s in the presence of a keenly skilled, flawlessly honest Interpreter, who fluently speaks and understands every one of the 6000+ languages that exist. Thankfully, that means he completely understands those of us still on the earth. Though we might get confused, he never does.

“By your blood [Jesus] you ransomed people for God from every… language.” (Revelation 5:9)