THREE TRUTHS

I’m moving.  To a new home, that is.  Not far, just to a neighboring county.  I’m finally moving.  God has moved for me.

The move is going to add at least another 30 minutes to my already 45-minute commute. But I’m not complaining. This is an answered prayer. A prayer submitted several years ago. A prayer watered in tears. A prayer played on repeat, over and over again.  Every brown packing box looks like a blue box from Tiffany’s. Every strip of packing tape- a well-placed bow.

In 2012, I pulled my children out of their private school and packed up our home with plans of moving into a great school District.  Believing that I was following God’s plan, executing His will – I moved in with my Dad for what I thought would be for two weeks.  Ha!  Four years later…

…I’ve battled uncertainty, fear, disappointment, and the feeling of failure.

I questioned if I had indeed heard God.  I wondered if my struggle was because I was out of position like David (2 Samuel 11).  I wondered if I had missed a time-sensitive instruction from God.  I wondered if I was limiting Him by dreaming too small and He was just waiting for me to readjust my thinking.  Every year that passed, I felt as if my faith was on trial; trying to understand His logic, His ways, His timing.  Would my children choose to believe that the One I call Lord really does provide and protect?

Speaking of my kids- I suffered from severe “mama guilt”, feeling as if I had let my babies down.  I had moved the ground beneath them, again.  I witnessed the awkwardness of their conversation as they tried to explain to others their new living and school arrangements. I wasn’t sure if they were protecting me or themselves. I ached for them and with them as they watched (via social media) their friends from the old school experience life without them. Feeling forgotten.  Feeling disadvantaged.  Feeling overlooked- believing that no one considered to think about what they wanted to do, go, or where to live.

By year four, I had definitely overstayed my welcome.  My kids are not neat.  Lt. Colonel Cheatham is.  I was always apologizing and replacing.  You know that guy who juggles plates while riding a unicycle?  Yeah well, my kids are that guy and I’m the frantic one running behind the unicycle trying to catch any plates before they hit the floor!

I hear some of you- these are first world kind of problems.  I get it, but it took me a while.  Four years, to be exact.

I believed that the sense of security and stability that I desperately wanted to give my kiddos came in the form of a brick home. God let me know that He was my source of security and there’s no such thing as stability outside of Him.  He restored my relationships; He gave me what I didn’t have as a child, an intimate knowledge and live-in experience with my dad.

God refreshed me, allowing me to become debt free.  My dad didn’t charge me anything the entire time.  God renewed my thinking, chipped away that old toxic theology right there on the basement couch.  I started this blog during this time.

God stretched my faith ‘til it hurt.  In areas that previously paralyzed me, He made me fearless.  He defined my purpose, invaded my thoughts, enlivened my dreams, emboldened my walk, and fortified my faith.  What I thought was a wilderness experience was in truth God’s classroom.

Fear-of-God is a school in skilled living— first you learn humility, then you experience glory.  Proverbs 15:33 MSG Version

It didn’t feel good.  Often times I didn’t realize I was being tested until I either failed or passed.  And when I couldn’t make sense of what was (or wasn’t) happening or grew weary of answering the questions of “what’s the reason you’re still there, again?” I held onto three truths:

God cannot lie.

God cannot fail.

God loves me.

These truths kept me, comforted me, and directed me for the last four years.  Think about it.  If you believe that the God of the Universe is incapable of lying, then you have to accept every word and every promise in His word as true. If you believe that He is indeed omnipotent, omniscient and sovereign in His reign, then arguably you can trust Him with your life and all that concerns you.  Right?  Hello??

The first two truths are easy for people.  It’s the third one that trips most of us up.  “Yeah, I know God can’t lie.  I know He can’t fail.  But maybe He doesn’t want to do it for me.”

 Is this anyone you know?

But #3 is an equally powerful truth.  He loves us.  Jesus loves us. The bible is one big love story that ends with Him overturning the powers Hell so that each and every one of us can enjoy everlasting life…before you get to Heaven.

You will be perpetually insecure in your identity and consequently kicked around by Satan and his minions if you don’t grasp that Jesus loves you.  It’s critically important that we make that a core truth.  So what if He doesn’t lie, if He’s not for you. So what if He can’t fail, if He’s not trying to help you succeed.

All three truths will take you through the wilderness and the classroom.

When the waiting seems unbearable.

God cannot lie.

God cannot fail.

God loves me.

When the doctor’s report is negative.

God cannot lie.

God cannot fail.

God loves me.

Facing bankruptcy.

God cannot lie.

God cannot fail.

God loves me.

What you lost in that divorce.

God cannot lie.

God cannot fail.

God loves me.

Can’t seem to shake that addiction.

God cannot lie.

God cannot fail.

God loves me.

Someone has smeared your name.

God cannot lie.

God cannot fail.

God loves me.

Whatever your situation, our God is not only able to fix it, save it, move it, bring it…He’s willing to do it.

God cannot lie.

God cannot fail.

God loves YOU.

4 thoughts on “THREE TRUTHS

  1. Such a beautiful post, Rhonda! I’m so thankful Monica shared your blog with me. I look forward to catching up on all of your postings (yes, you read that correctly!). You have a beautiful word to share, and I’m so honored to be blessed by your writing. My appreciation to you, also, for following my blog (popped up today!). HU hugs – so very proud of you!

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