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it’s easy, in life, to take a survey of your present condition and ask, ‘why?’
why am i permitted to suffer?
why am i permitted to prosper?
why am i left wanting?
why am i left with excess?
…why?
i am not going to sit here and tell you my life has been a struggle,
though certain aspects have been very trying at times. i have had a
good life…a wonderful, loving family…a fine education and i have
moved on and started a family of my own.
but i have private (or so i think) moments of turmoil.
i can say with confidence that much of my turmoil in life has occurred
over the last 4 years, since marriage, frankly. i smile when i write that,
because zero of it has to do with marriage! my husband is the greatest
on earth, a loving and faithful leader in this partnership. but it does
seem as though we have collided with hardship quite often since
becoming married and moving to DC.
i have no idea why.
and truthfully, i’ve never thought much about the divine timing of it
all.
i would say i went through some of the darkest days of my life, while
we waded through infertility. i am not proud to admit that i asked God
questions i would never publicly repeat. i accused God of things i
would never verbally express. i am ashamed of the person i warped
into during those excruciating 12 months. those months were hard. so.
very. hard.
and then a few months after isaac’s birth, i spiraled into physical agony
that i never really expected could be possible. and it’s funny because
many people see the side of my life that i make public. i wear a smile
and i do all i can to disguise the pain, but facts are …i suffer from a
rather rare nerve condition in my jaw that can easily level my life,
completely. one day i’m fine…the next day i am dragged in to a
surgeons office in 2 seconds flat. and then another surgeon. and then
another. i actually meet with the HEAD of the trigeminal neuraglia
team at Johns Hopkins next month to clarify some things. the #1
hospital in the country for 18 years straight. what i have is called “the
suicide disease.” and yes, i understand why. you can pray for me.
yes, i have a good life.
but it does carry some scars.
i have wrestled with sovereignty.
with God’s ultimate purposes, which seem strange…but holy.
there are dark moments…
i cry and have cried my fair share of tears.
let’s get to the point.
chad and i were taking a walk the other night, with isaac, in the
stroller.
he was laughing about how “i thought i married Toyota, but facts are, i
married GM.”
admit it, it’s funny. :)
he’s very good natured, but i have all but bankrupted this family with
medical bills!
and i caught myself saying, “Thank God i married you when i was
25…had we met a few years later, you never would have married me!
all my health problems started when i was 27!”
and in my heart, i’ve always thought that it was God’s blessing to
preserve my health until i was married. until i had a teammate to help
me through it. until somebody could rub my back late at night and tell
me i was still going to be ok. to push me through one. more. day…
and all these years i attributed God’s timing to the blessing of Chad. “i
was sustained, because God know i would never have survived all this
on my own….”
and then tonight happened.
i was actually 27 years old when i became a member of Capitol Hill
Baptist Church.
i can’t even write that sentence without my screen getting blurry as the
tears cloud my vision.
while chad is wonderful and the best husband i could ever ask
for…that’s not what kept me going. it was my church.
and there is no coincidence that we joined CHBC in March a few years
back…and got our first fertility diagnosis that May.
there is no coincidence that i received that sad news with the incident
of sitting under the best Biblical teaching i could have ever received.
that coupling was purposed for me.
it was no coincidence that my most CHALLENGING times, physically,
occurred on fridays or mondays at the doctors office…either of which
are the closest business days to SUNDAYS, when i was fed Truth, to
recharge my heart.
it dawned on me, in God’s loving providence, that God reserved my
life’s MOST challenging experiences for when i would be sitting in a
church that has continued to sustain me. i wish there were words for
all that i feel for this body of Christ. for these friends. for this
unbelievable example of Love and Unity i share with these 600 people.
i had no idea church could be like this…
this church isn’t a club…or a place where we gather to hang out with
people who are JUST like us. where we can find a common bond…or
build relationships on human, earthly commonalities.
this isn’t a shopping center where we can go and pick up something
that serves our purpose.
and this certainly isn’t a place where we all gather for an emotional
experience that provides warm fuzzies for our egos.
conversely, church for me can be painful at times…and that’s ok. it’s
refining. it’s clear. it’s sharp. and it takes me from a place of comfort,
into a place where i recognize i need something infinitely bigger than
myself, or all this world can provide.
i say all of this, because our dear shepherd and tireless pastor, Mark
Dever, has been leading our congregation for 15 years! and tonight we
held a TOP SECRET surprise celebration for him, which was more
meaningful than i even expected.
i’ll post a video of it — which will probably seem boring and pointless –
but i wanted to post it for myself. just because i never want to forget
God’s provision to me, through this church, and in particular, this
man — our pastor.
Mark is, admittedly, larger than life for chad and me.
i first visited this church back in 2001, and for various reasons,
decided not to commit to it, though i’ll never forget the mark this man
left on my life. his words resounded in my heart and there was
something undeniable in his messages. i came to my senses years
later…and regret not softening my heart to this church, MUCH MUCH
sooner…
he came to our church in 1994 and this week, celebrates 15 years with
us.
within the last 15 years, he kick-started an intern program that has
discipled men and sent them off to start their own churches across the
four corners of our world.
and tonight, MANY of them flew back in as a surprise for mark — and
to say it was moving, is an understatement.
mark has sent men out from our church over the last 15 years….6 of
which have started churches in foreign countries…and TWENTY of
which have started churches in the united states. his legacy is
astounding and His love for people is awe-inspiring…
our building may be 200 years old, and our church may seem to
function under a rather archaic set of guidelines (from your
perspective!), what actually transpires inside the four walls of this
church is astounding. our church operates as a very well-oiled
machine: a factory for God-honoring and Spirit-led pastors who desire
to take the Word around the world.
rather than clinging to the people he’s invested the most time into,
and rather than transitioning us to multiple services and multiple
locations…mark is most pleased to send those people out and have
them reproduce healthy churches for the Kingdom. his vision is
biblical and his example is so challenging.
and so tonight, we honored mark and his wife, connie.
the six minute video starts off with us waiting for him….SHH!
and then his arrival…!
then …one by one….the pastors of those 26 churches from all over our
globe walked out from behind the stage….(not a dry eye in the house!)
then mark was presented with a book of letters that each intern, and
each pastor has written just for him….
and THEN! his wife, connie had re-composed the music for mark’s all-
time favorite hymn, and had the congregation sing it to him as a
surprise….
and finally, a group shot of all the pastors that can trace their origins
(and some, even, their salvation!) to mark’s ministry to them as their
pastor/mentor….
i was literally walking on air, back to my car tonight.
yes, my life can be hard. and yes, we all have our challenges…
but God’s timing can never ben questioned and His Word can be
trusted.
His mercies are new…every day.
and this church body, along with my pastor, are a perfect example of
His mercies exemplified.
i mean this: i am, without question, blessed beyond all measure…
i am utterly humbled that i am among the few throughout all of
history, who can call this church my home….
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