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"...Whatever you did for the least of these, you did for Me."-Matthew 25:40
Friday, May 16, 2014
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
When the Casserole Isn't Enough and Other Musings.
Most of us have done it at some point. “I’ll pray for you,”
we say, when really all we mean is that we are thinking about someone and
whatever they are going through. There are probably some of you who wouldn’t
even consider yourselves a “praying person”, yet you have said it from time to
time simply because it felt like the right thing to do. So why don’t we just
tell others, “Thinking of you”? Has it just become a coined phrase such as
asking someone how they are doing and getting a quick, “good” response back?
And, if we are offering sincere, intentional prayer up on others’ behalf, why? What does praying to an unseen God do for
someone who needs immediate comfort or help?
There
have been several incidences in friends’ lives where I have so badly wanted to “do
something”; to try to cushion the blow of whatever life has thrown at them so
to speak. Whether it is plan a girls’ night for a friend who is walking through
a break-up, or bringing a casserole to a family who has gone through a loss, we
just want to help ease others’ pain. While an ice cream sundae with an
acquaintance or a walk with a peer might be temporarily helpful, it does not
get to the core of the problem. It just
doesn’t truly help. In fact, there are many instances in which an
encouraging text or dropped off meal, however delicious, could seem like salt
in the wound. I believe this is because
while these things might serve our own need
to reach and “do our part”, it can sometimes accentuate the truth that
no one truly understands what the casserole-receiver (again, just go with it)
is going through. After all, if they did, they would be able to do more…to fix
things. At some point in life, we all
become all too aware that this just can’t happen no matter how much we wish it
could. I am not saying reaching out and offering love and support is
irrelevant; not in the least. Community is vital and whether someone empathizes
with our situation or not, we need the love, albeit imperfect, of those around
us. I AM saying that these things are equivalent to giving a dehydrated person
a sip of water- nice in the moment, but often just causes the thirsty to thirst
even more. So what can we do? I believe
that lifting others up to the throne of God is the only thing that truly
assists.
Think
about it: when you send good vibes or thoughts to another, however well
intentioned, they are powerless. After all, if you had the power to help what
that person was walking through, you might have prevented it all together. So
doesn’t it make sense to meet with the One who allowed it to happen in the
first place? It is there that we wrestle through the “why’s”. Prayer does not change God, but it does change
the one who prays. In talking to God, we are reminded of His sovereignty,
of His love, of His goodness. The more we get to know Him, the more we learn to
trust Him with our lives and the lives of those around us. Even when it is
hard. Even when things don’t make sense to our finite, human minds. In the
midst of a broken and heartbreaking world, there is Hope. Prayer is simply communication with God and
we cannot meet with the Creator without being changed for the good. He
DOES care about our needs, both big and
small. But how do we know that for sure? We
must look to the cross. There, in the place where Love was made perfect.
There, where the Holy died for the unholy, the unjustified given justice
through God’s own flesh and blood. Oh, friends, how He loves us. How He cares
for us. How He longs to be the Meeter of all our needs. Because of the cross,
as a Christian, I have been given full access to God’s holy throne. Hebrews
7:25 says it best,
“Therefore He is able to save completely those who come to
God through Him, because He always lives to intercede for them.”
He is constantly
interceding for those that put their faith in His perfect sacrifice. After the
casserole has been eaten, the night out is over, the vacation away ends, and
you are once again hit smack in the heart with the reality that didn’t
disappear, He remains. Always
mediating. Always standing in the gap.
Bearing our burdens for us and offering ourselves and those we love a
healing balm whose ingredients are kept in the Secret Place but given limitless
to those who will simply ask. The next time someone around you is facing a
trial or tribulation, won’t you first offer them the only gift that truly keeps
on giving, namely Christ? After all, we
can only be the hands and feet of Him whose heart we know. In light of this
truth, would you honor me with your prayer requests today? You can contact me
in whatever way seems fit. If email is more appropriate, my email is morganbcheek@gmail.com. It would be a
privilege. In a world of tragedies, busyness, mysteries, and day to day tasks,
He is our Rock. Let’s cling to Him today.
Sunday, May 11, 2014
We wait for what?
Waiting. None of us like to do it. Particularly in this
American culture, we are not forced to wait on much and we are all prone to get
impatient at a rapid pace if we have to do so. We live in a world of fast food,
quick marts, express and go’s, and the idea of waiting on anything tends to produce
anxiety and frustration in us all. So much of it falls back on the lack of
control that ensues during the wait; much of it is associated with our own
selfish desires and time tables. Think about it. What is the first thing we do
when we find ourselves in a traffic jam on the interstate? After huffing and
puffing about the fact we are going to be late to the place we are intending to
go, we then frantically try and figure out what is going on and how long it is
going to be until the traffic dissipates and life continues on as planned. Our schedule. Our timeline. Seemingly
little incidences like this happen to us often and serve as great reminders
that life does not revolve around us, but what happens when it isn’t just a
detour on the highway? What happens when
we are the one in the head on collision? When the cancer comes back? When
death comes suddenly? When the baby prayed for isn’t? When your job is no more?
When we are stopped in our tracks by the
life that God chose for us that is drastically different than the life we
foresaw? It is then that we can sometimes find ourselves paralyzed in the
waiting. Frozen in the unknown.
I have always craved knowledge; and not just in a scholastic
sense. As a child I became fixated on the connection between God and dinosaurs,
and read book after book about the topic. I watched the weather channel hour
after hour, and read the encyclopedias that collected dust on our bookshelves.
Why? I just wanted to know. When I
would try out for a sports team or play, I would spend all hours between
finding out if I made it obsessing over and analyzing whether I thought that I
did or not. It wasn’t necessarily about “making it” or not; it was more about just knowing.
We found out this week that the last known diagnosis we were
waiting to get results from was negative. No more known options. We sent off
more blood work and now will wait six months to see what rarer, rare diagnose
they might discover our girls carry. The chances that they will figure
something out are pretty high, but the likelihood that we will be two of a
handful of people with this diagnosis, without a strong prognosis, is equally
probable. Six months wait to find out blurry information? Sounds like this
knowledge girl’s nightmare. But God.
As I have been praying through this new chapter in our
family’s journey, the Lord has spoken to the depths of my soul concerning the
unknowns. In all authenticity, I have the tendency to look at others’ life
stories and question. Why do they have a diagnosis? Why did they find out so
quickly? I’m not asking for you to take it all away, Lord, (although that might
be nice as well!) I’m just asking for an explanation of some kind. If only I
could have a support group of mom’s that are walking this same road….if only we
could have a slight idea of what the future will look like for our family…if
only….
Patient and merciful as He is, God brought me to the pages
of His word and I have been nourished and refreshed by the truth that I am in
good company. After all, the Bible is full of people that have walked moments,
hours, even years of waiting for the unknown. Noah built an ark while the sun
was still shining. Abraham went to a country that he didn’t know; then offered
up his son without awareness that God would not make him follow through with
the sacrifice. The Israelites crossed over the Red Sea without the assurance
that it wouldn’t swallow them up. David and Goliath, Daniel and the lion’s den,
the list goes on and on. Story after story of those that trusted without borders.
How? They were comfortable with an
unknown circumstance in light of a known God. The best part is this: The
Lord says that, “…all these, though commended through their faith, did not
receive what was promised, since God had provided something better for us, that
apart from us they should not be made perfect”. (Hebrews 11:39). Apart from us.
Apart from your story, my story. All things are being tied together in light of
what we are truly waiting for: our Savior. The moment when, as He sees fit, He
unites His children with Himself and the trials are finished for good. No more
waiting; no more wandering in the desert of the unknown. One with Him forever. Because the truth is, we are all waiting on
that which we cannot see. How light and momentary these seasons of waiting will
seem in light of the One who is more than worth our wait. What you wait for,
what I wait for, is not a diagnosis. It isn’t a husband. It isn’t more money or
another job. It is not five more pounds lost. It isn’t a baby. It isn’t physical healing on
this side of heaven for ourselves or our loved ones. It’s Him.
No matter what these next six months bring, my hope and
expectation is that He brings me freedom from idolizing an answer. Independence of the knowledge that comes
from that which fades. Whatever that looks like for you, that is my prayer
for you as well. He is our Ultimate Answer. I am watching and waiting for Him
and Him alone (Psalm 59:9). Let it be known that He holds us all in the palm of His hands and knowledge of that trumps
any false security a diagnosis might bring. On this Mother’s Day, those of
you that have been hit head on with infertility, or the loss of a child or
mother, or motherhood that looks different than you anticipated, I pray He
empresses this truth firmly in your heart: Your hope is not found in that which
fades and changes; your hope is found in the Love that holds the keys to every
chapter of the book of the life He’s given you. And with Him, the last sentence
is always happily ever after. For eternity.
“But I will sing of Your strength; I will sing aloud of Your
steadfast love in the morning. For You have been to me a fortress and a refuge
in the day of my distress. O my Strength, I will sing praises to You, for You,
O God, are my fortress, the God who shows me steadfast love.”- Psalm 59:1-17
Thursday, May 1, 2014
Best Case Scenario: A Guest Post.
What is our
‘Best Case Scenario’?
I am totally
honored to get to share on Morgan’s blog today!
I thought it might be helpful for some people to know a little bit of my
story. So here are a few links to my
blog in case you want to know the whole story of our little lives. Click HERE and HERE to get a glimpse at our story.
My
name is Julie. I am married to the
absolute love of my life, Clay, and we have a two-and-a-half year old boy named
George. For the first 30 years of my
life, whether or not I would have admitted it at the time, I have lived a
pretty ‘blessed’ life. I, as a
Christian, tend to measure how great my life (or, really, anyone’s life) is by the ‘blessings’ in my life. Oh, I wonder how often we misuse this word
that the Lord puts such great emphasis on.
By
definition, ‘blessing’ means ‘God’s favor or protection.’ I think I’ve lived most of my life under that
assumption that a ‘blessing’ means something ‘good’ or ‘happy’. As we’ve walked through the last year of our
lives in our little family, the Lord has taught me that, sometimes, and maybe
even usually, God’s blessings come in the exact opposite form of something
‘good or happy’.
We
have two children; but our daughter, Nan, is with the Lord. She lived for thirty minutes after being
born, and Clay and I were able to hold her as she took her last breath. This moment has shown to be the greatest
blessing on our marriage. This moment,
as we watched our own flesh and bones leave all of the sin and anguish of this
broken world has breathed new life into our marriage. It has renewed our love for each other, for
our son, George, and most of all, it unearthed in us our most primitive love
for our own Creator. Never in my life
would I have described a situation such as this as a ‘blessing’. But we experienced so much of God’s favor,
His protection, and His redeeming love in that little hospital room, and we will
never be the same because of it.
I
share all of this background, because Morgan and I have shared countless
conversations over the past several months about the unexpected journeys the
Lord is taking each of us on. I’ve asked
almost every person I know to pray for the Cheek family, and I’ve had a few
people ask me the question that is written on all of our hearts, for all of our
individual lives.
What is their
[your, my, his, her, etc.] best-case scenario?
I
was sitting at lunch with my mom when she asked me this very question. And this response bubbled up from within me,
and I know the Lord has planted this seed of Truth in my heart.
Their [your, my,
his, her, etc.] best-case scenario is that Jesus would come back.
When
I was pregnant with Nan, the doctors were very sure that her life would be
hard, and therefore, gave us very little hope that we would ever be ‘normal’
again. I began to believe that anything
that is not ‘good’ or ‘happy’ could not be from the Lord. Then, Hugh reminded Clay and me of the single
most important thing we, as believers, can remember.
This is not our
home. This world is not as good as it gets.
To
an unbeliever, this world is as good as it gets. So anything that doesn’t make this life
better/more enjoyable/etc., really has no place in it, and we should get rid of
it, or hope for it to pass. But as a believer, this world is used to point
us to the Lord, who we will spend Eternity with, and the hard things- the
seasons of life that seem to split us in two- are used by the Lord to show us
Who He is.
I
have gone to Scripture so much throughout this season of my life, and have been
overwhelmed by the examples the Lord gives us in His Word of people He loves
deeply, that He showed His glory to through extraordinary circumstances. I think about Joseph being sold into slavery
by his brothers, Job losing absolutely everything, Jonah being swallowed by the
whale, and Paul imprisoned, just to name a few.
I think about the horrific circumstances of their lives, and how the
Lord used those circumstances to reveal more of Who He is with His people. It is probable that the world wouldn’t
describe these men as having ‘blessed lives’, but they knew that this world was
not their home. They knew that the best
was yet to come, and that it is coming.
I
look at my own life, and I can tell you that I would have been too scared to
choose the life the Lord has chosen for me.
And I don’t say this lightly, but I am thankful that He chose to give us
Nan. In those thirty minutes, the Lord
allowed us to experience the realness of the resurrection, and we will never
again be the same.
I
have no idea what you might be facing today.
Whatever your life looks like at this moment- I would challenge you to
pray that the Lord would remind your heart to long for your Heavenly home. I know that sounds like a heavy thing to
pray, but as believers, we should long for oneness with Christ. This world, as beautiful and comfortable as
it can be sometimes, is not our home.
But our eternal home is coming.
And this past year- as excruciatingly hard as it has been- has made my
heart excited to experience it.
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