The Importance of Sharing
Believing in a God who rescues
A few weeks back, I was given the opportunity to preach at all four of our church’s weekend services. We were between sermon series at the time, so I had the chance to choose what my message would focus on and what text our congregation would reflect on. If you have 30 minutes, you might want to check out that sermon by downloading it here: In the Image of Dad.
When given the chance to share my heart, I felt the need to share my belief and hope that God rescues us when we cry out to Him and, that in the midst of our cries, He rescues those around us as well.
In Need of Rescue
I’ve tried to be transparent about the miscarriage that my wife and I experienced last year and have written about what it’s like to go through that loss as a parent, as a father and as someone in professional ministry (A collection of those posts can be found HERE). I think my hope, in sharing that story in written form and through spoken word, was that God would redeem that story and bring hope where there was only pain. Reflecting on things, I think I also shared that story with the assumption that it would be the last thing that God would have to rescue me from.
I write this post today with hands that are shaking. Yesterday, I stepped out of a meeting to answer a phone call from my wife (we have a policy that, if she calls, I answer – no exceptions) and couldn’t get her to put three words together without bursting into tears. I left the office and ran home to check on her and the kids – I’m not sure what I thought was wrong at home, but I was pretty sure I could fix it.
I’m good at fixing things.
The things you can’t fix
The longer I’m married, the more I realize that I can’t fix everything. There are days when you wake up in need of rescue and find yourself in the same place when the sun sets that same day. In life, there are days of “in between” when you feel helpless and vulnerable. Sometimes you feel like you’re in the belly of a great fish, sometimes you feel like a giant stone has been rolled between you and your Creator, and sometimes you simply lay in bed at night unable to sleep because (as much as you know you’re not supposed to) you worry about something that you have no control over.
Yesterday, my wife and I were told that blood work that was done last week has come back with markers that show that our baby, now in the second trimester, might not be as healthy as we had hoped. Because we believe in the power of prayer and in a deep call to living in community, we sent this message out last night to our closest circle of friends:
We just got a call that the second trimester genetic screening blood test indicated that we are considered high-risk and should be offered both genetic counseling and an appointment with a high-risk OB. The test is not diagnostic for any certain problem, but we have been offered further testing to determine if a genetic disorder or other problem exists. The baby can still be absolutely fine. We are choosing to discuss the results with a counselor and have a full ultrasound done this week, our appointments are on Wednesday afternoon.
We believe in doing life in community so we will be making this public knowledge and asking for prayer… Please [pray] for the health of Baby Nutmeg and that we won’t be overwhelmed with worry between now and Wednesday. Thanks so much!
The Importance of Sharing
Sharing has never been easy for me. I was the kid who stole toys from kindergarten because I didn’t want other kids to play with them. I’m the kid who went to a counselor in High School and spent an entire session refusing to speak. I’m the one who sits with the TV remote next to me so that I can control the fast-forward button during commercial breaks. Sharing means giving up control – and I like control.
Friends, though it’s not my knee jerk reaction to share, I believe with all of my heart that God’s people are called to share their story with others. When we call out for help, I believe that God comes to our rescue and that, in the midst of rescuing us, that others come to know Him.
In this season of worry, pain, grief, anxiety, nervousness and heartache, my wife and I take comfort in knowing that God writes a better story than we could ever dream of. Please, during the next few days/weeks/months join us in praying for the health of our baby (“Baby Nutmeg”). And, while you’re at it, pray that God might use our story in a way that leads others to the Hope we have in a God who rescues.
Today is a hard day.
This is why we don’t do life alone.