There are some days my heart is so heavy with the pain of this world, it is hard to see the hope in it all. In Africa it is seeing and hearing about one tragedy after another that many children have to suffer through. Here in America most recently in our family it is watching our daughter and little grand daughter go through such hardship through a recent divorce full of disappointments and broken promises. Our precious girls have to remain in Texas due to custody issues, and we as a family in Seattle, are forced to either plunge into despair for them, or to trust God with their lives and situation.
I just recently came back from a trip to see them and my heart broke when I had to say goodbye to my little grand daughter, who is only two. She began to plea with me to not go, reaching her arms out and crying profusely saying, “No go mimi, No go”, over and over. This whole scene about killed me emotionally. In her shuffling from home to home in her visitations of mom and dad, she does the same thing when carted from one parent to the next. She does not understand all of this pain.
In my old Testament reading this week, I am reminded of some people who experienced way more unimaginable hurt and trauma than I could ever imagine, yet God was always proving His faithfulness even amongst their painful circumstances.
I am reading the story of Moses’s life in Exodus. When Pharaoh ordered his soldiers to kill all the male Hebrew babies, Moses’s mom hid him for three months, then put him in a basket, praying incredibly for his safety. As she lovingly laid him amongst the reeds at the rivers edge, she had to trust God with her little precious bundle. As a mother, I cannot even fathom the pain and fear she was feeling as she said goodbye to her little baby boy, not knowing what would become of him once released from her arms. Would the soldier’s find him and kill him? Would the basket over turn in the river and her beloved baby drown?
To his mother’s great relief, God did answer her prayers, by softening the heart of Pharaoh’s daughter to take him in and raise him as her own child. God even ordained the circumstances so Moses’s mother could nurse him till he was weaned. (In those days, some scholars say a child was weaned around the age of 5).
Because of Moses’s background, God had a huge mission for him, which we all know was to free millions of his own race from slavery.
I am reminded once a again that God is always in the business of redemption, restoration and rescuing if we will pray for His highest will to be done and to trust Him in all things.
I had my daughter take one last picture of me and my precious little doll baby, before our good byes took place. As I was breathing prayers for this little one in my arms, I would later look at the picture to see God do a beautiful thing for me as a reminder of a visual expression of His faithfulness. A ray of sunshine can be seen shining directly on this precious little one in my arms, as if God were to say “I have got her, she is mine and I am protecting and watching over her. When man fails her, I will not, When evil lurks around her, I am there. Trust me with her and with your daughters life”.
Every day, I am choosing to trust God in all this and with every other circumstance that is completely out of my control.
As it says in Ecclesiastes Chapter 3 There is a time for all things. Sometimes we are to do nothing buy pray and to trust God. Sometimes we are to fight, as I do regularly in Africa for justice issues when kids are starving or being trafficked or abused.
The key is, knowing what God is saying for this season and to trust that GOD IS GOOD, no matter what the circumstances are around us. Our job is to stay steady and faithful in what He is asking us to do today. Taking one day at a time. He truly is trustworthy!!