Expect the Unexpected

My fear-filled Abby smiles, raises her head, and begins to dance.  Ballet seems to release some of the intense reservations that naturally reside in her little heart.  I never would have guessed that my silent little girl would be released by dance.

It  warms my heart to see that release in her.  It is such an unexpected blessing.

And yet, it is in the unexpected where God’s  sweet glory shines the brightest.

Recently, the kids and I joined the  team of greeters at church.  It is definitely not the expected pick for our little  clan.   I am very quiet.  Many times, socially awkward.  Abby rarely speaks to others in a public setting.  Eli  is very reserved until he feels comfortable. So you can see why it might be a bit of a stretch for us to greet people as they come through the doors.

And yet, despite our many disqualifications, God led us into this ministry .  But He fully compensates for what we lack.  He makes quiet into sweetness, insecurity into confidence and fear into God dependency. My little family gets  to trade everything  that we are not for everything that He is.

I expected a panic attack and distressed children.   But He poured His strength into our weakness.

And, unexpectedly, we were blessed.

“But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord,
whose confidence is in him.
They will be like a tree planted by the water
that sends out its roots by the stream.
It does not fear when heat comes;
its leaves are always green.
It has no worries in a year of drought
and never fails to bear fruit.”     Jeremiah 17:7-8

Hold Me Tight

Walking through a parking lot with four young children invites countless opportunity for irreversible mishaps.

I only have two hands.  And so, I balance the diaper bag, my purse, and Leesy on one arm.  And then with my other hand, I hold Zaiah’s hand – who holds Eli’s hand – who holds Abby’s hand.  It’s an excursion rather avoided.

During one of our outings, I let go of Zaiah’s hand to adjust my purse.  But Zaiah was clearly displeased.

“Mama,” he squealed, “Don’t let go.  I might run away!”

He was acutely aware of his own temptation.  He needed me to hold him tight.

And I need God to hold me tight.

Especially in those numerous moments of temptation.

And failure.

But I often fail to lean on Him.   And I stumble.  My concerns slowly penetrate my hearts peace.  And soon, those concerns magnify and occupy my heart.  And that cripplinganxiety threatens to overcome me.

But as that fear creeps into my heart, my desperation leaves me acutely aware of God’s loving embrace.

Even in my failure, God is holding me tight.

And I am confident in Him.  I will never return to where I once resided in complete defeat.

His power resides in me.

And He will finish the work He has begun.

 being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.

                                                                                      Philippians 1:6