July 7, 2013

Then King David went in and sat before the Lord, and he said: ‘Who am I, Sovereign Lord, and what is my family, that you have brought me this far? (2 Samuel 7:18)

I posted this verse recently as my status on Facebook. Two summers ago, our ladies Bible study focused on David and his mountains and valleys. It is still unreal to me. I can’t believe that me, daughter, sister, mother, friend….

I am Rescued.

Strange that I tried to type teacher and instead autocorrect changed it to rescued. I was ready to list all the things I am and God said no. List what I am.

I am rescued because of my Redeemer, my Savior, my Father, my Friend and autocorrect knew better than me.

God has rescued me more times than I can count but as I sit here and read Lysa Terkeurst’s Unglued trying to catch up on the Bible study that I am, of course, behind on, I can’t help but realize how incredibly blessed I am to be rescued.

Rescued from the wrong choices.

Rescued from the bad thoughts.

Rescued from the anxious thoughts.

Rescued from the unglued moments.

Rescued from the frustration I wrongly pour out on my husband.

Rescued from all the times I thought I knew what I needed when all the time, God knew better.

We are all rescued. No matter our situation. God is there. He is ready. He is waiting, but are we willing?

So our air conditioner unit went out when we were trying to sell our house while raising a two year old and a newborn. At least we have cool air and a little bit of emergency money to buy a new one.

So our newborn wants to be held and rocked while he naps. At least we have a baby to rock.

So our two year old is wild and crazy. At least he’s healthy and full of life to share.

So what there are second string dishes (dishes that didn’t get washed the first time) still in the sink. At least we have water to clean them.

Our life is filled and consumed right now and we feel like we are about to bubble over both with joy and frustration. But our perspective must shift. We must rejoice that while we stress over making choices about a new (to us) old house, we have been given the incredible opportunity to love this house back to life. We must rejoice that our craziness we call life is full of family that help us….of parents that are there for us. Friends that tile bathrooms when there is no air in the house. Grandparents that drop everything at a phone call to keep our babies because we have to go to Lowe’s one.more.time.

We must rejoice that Jesus blessed and chose these specific dates for these things. He chose us. Just as David said, “Who am I, Sovereign Lord, and what is my family, that you have brought me this far?”

Just today, Kuy told me to push him. I, of course, put only one hand on his little boat to help him out. He turned around and said,”No, Momma, both hands.”

What if we followed Kuy’s demands? What if we paused long enough to praise God not with one hand because that’s easier, but what if…what if we just let go and praised God with both hands?

After all, didn’t He rescue us with both hands?