God’s Perfect Timing

In a few short weeks a new book will be published. The back story is that my sister Mary and I wrote it together over an 18 year period.

That sounds like a long time to write about raising children from birth to only age five, but it wasn’t the content that stretched our project. It was the raising of children ourselves.

Mary and I first talked about co-writing a book long ago in side-by-side beach chairs. “Some day we should write for younger moms, so they can avoid the many mistakes we’ve made,” she said.

We began praying about it and our sense was that God wanted us to move forward, encouraging mothers whose efforts to raise children these days are often denigrated by our culture.

We set to work, even though finding time together without kids was a challenge. After we would reacquaint ourselves with what we’d written to that point, it was usually time to put it all away again.

As our collective 14 children grew older, though, new pockets of peace popped up, and we began making better headway. Then a giant stop sign planted itself right in front of us:

Mary’s terminal cancer diagnosis.

Her free time quickly filled with medical appointments, surgery, feeding tubes, and chemotherapy – and the book was set aside. I gathered our materials and folded them deep into a basement box.

We assumed Mary’s remaining time would be in days not years, but how fortunate we were to be wrong. About five months after her diagnosis her health was stable, and she was feeling good. One day, again at the beach, she said, “Hey, let’s dig out the book and try again.”

“Really?” I said, grateful for her forward-thinking.

“ Well let’s try, anyway,” she said. “Who knows what’s ahead.”

The next day we dug out the stack of 10×13 yellow envelopes stuffed full of ideas, examples, and Scriptures for each chapter, and spread them out to see where we’d left off.

As we worked, we followed the pace of Mary’s good and bad days, making sure we had lots of creative sessions at (guess where) the beach. 

One day I told Mary that since the Lord was the Initiator behind our book, he might just keep her going until the project was finished. With her usual pluck she said, “Then let’s drag our feet.”

God always finishes what he starts, and two years later, he brought us to our finish line. We began shooting the book through cyber-space to different publishers who each considered it for several months, and we came close. But before we got a yes, the Lord lifted Mary into Paradise.

Both of us trusted God to publish the book whenever he wanted, and now…this appears to be his time. THRIVE AND SURVIVE, ZERO TO FIVE, will be launched in several weeks.

And I like to think Mary knows all about it.

“It is not for you to know times… that the Father has fixed by his own authority.” (Acts 1:7)

Is that you?

In August, my 12 grandchildren all came visiting, and for this grandma it was absolutely glorious. Normally these kids are separated by thousands of miles, and there are no words good enough to describe the deep satisfaction I felt when this pint-sized crowd came together.

Burned in my memory is the moment the two groups stood face-to-face for the first time – 6 from the UK, 6 from the USA. (Most were too little to remember a visit 4 years ago, and some hadn’t even been born yet.)

Thankfully, social media has allowed bits of communication between them over the years, but in that first meeting at my house this summer, the 12 of them stood looking at each other – in the flesh at last – and didn’t know what to say. It was a wow-moment I’ll never forget witnessing as they stood looking at each other without a word.

Then Skylar, the oldest at age 10 (on the right), pointed at one of her British cousins. “Are you Evelyn?” 

“Yes!” Evelyn said (on the left). “And you are…. Skylar?”

“Right!”

Laughter followed, along with further introductions, and as the encounter unfolded, I felt I’d been given a gift. The proof of its value was that I had goose-bumps on a hot summer day.

It didn’t take long for these 12 young relatives to link arms and run off together, ready to share in some brand new cousin-fun.

That night, while I was thanking God for these precious grandchildren, he gave me a special thought. One day I will meet Jesus – in the flesh at last – and there just might be some similarities to what I watched happen earlier that day as my grandkids met.

I already know some things about Jesus from Scripture, which is sort of like divine social media. I know him, but the two of us have never met in the flesh. And sometimes I try to imagine what that’ll be like.

The words to a song entitled “I can only imagine” are wondering the same thing:

Will I dance for you Jesus
Or in awe of You be still?
Will I stand in your presence
Or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing hallelujah
Will I be able to speak at all?

Though I’ve anticipated meeting Jesus my whole life, the only thing I know for sure is that when the moment comes, I’ll have goose-bumps…. no matter what the weather. When I stand in front of him, my guess is there will be a momentous silence like what my grands experienced. After that, our face to face meeting will surely prompt deep joy and maybe even some shared laughter.

And then, just like my 12, Jesus and I may hurry off together, arm-in-arm, ready to share in some brand new brother-sister fun.

“For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face.” (1 Corinthians 13:12)

Girlfriend-Love

1980'sRecently I returned from a fun-filled 4 days in Phoenix with 2 friends I met decades ago. Sue, Gaye, and I began our three-way-friendship in a school parking lot as moms of same-age sons and daughters. But our kids weren’t our strongest bond, because almost immediately we learned we were also sisters-in-Christ.

As friendships grew, we began meeting to pray regularly for our children, supporting each other through thick and thin. Over time the kids grew up and left home – and so did we. Sue and Don moved to Colorado, Gaye and Bob to Arizona, and Nate and I to Michigan. Though the three of us continued praying long distance, visits became rare.

2018A week ago, though, after a decade of separation, we finally got together again, this time in Phoenix. The highlight for all of us was as it always had been – a group prayer time.

Our 3 families that originally numbered 18 have become 52, so there was lots to cover. But God listened just as carefully as he always had, and we have confidence that he’s still a God of action. Though some of our requests haven’t yet been answered despite years of prayer, we were able to share praise reports with him, too.

One of my favorite parts about praying aloud with friends is being able to listen in on someone else’s conversation with God – about our loved ones. This is especially encouraging in relation to those long-term requests.

When a new voice tackles an old issue, the words come alive with fresh meaning. A sister-in-Christ might pray different scriptural promises over a stagnant situation, asking God to move in ways her friends might not have thought to ask. And as she pours her heart out about one of “ours,” it’s an affirmation of girlfriend-love.

Although prayer isn’t tangible, it is eternal. After all, it’s just conversation with the Lord. Also, since Scripture says Jesus prays for us (Luke 22:32) and the Holy Spirit is interpreting our prayers for God (Romans 8:26), it’s likely that the citizens of paradise are continuing in prayer, too. Unlike us, though, their requests go directly to a visible God.

Mary & NateI believe my husband Nate and sister Mary are talking to Jesus about those of us still on earth, requesting glorious blessings from the God who never runs out of them. (Deuteronomy 28:12)

After 4 days together, Sue, Gaye, and I came too quickly to our goodbyes, but it wasn’t sad. That’s because we’ll still be praying over the same requests, figuratively meeting in God’s throne room “together.” And no matter the miles between us, that will always be true.

“In every situation…. present your requests to God.” (Philippians 4:6)