Tuesday, July 21, 2009

On Sunday Morning

I had to leave the room.

I'm not exactly sure why. Everyone around me was worshiping and praising. I was just crying. I thought it best to just excuse myself before I really started sobbing and began to distract other people. The songs were, I would say, more devotional than they were uplifting. {What's the opposite of uplift??}

You know how 'they' say that your greatest strength can also be your greatest weakness? Well, sometimes when I start thinking along a certain track, it is very difficult to switch tracks. Sometimes this is a great asset for those tasks that require a lot of focus. Sometimes it is just inconvenient and difficult when the timing is wrong. It's especially difficult to 'change lanes' when that line of thinking involves Olivia. Now, back to my story.

So there I was, already on the Olivia track, with these emotionally intense songs offered for worship, and it was. Just. Too. Much. I quietly left the room and headed for the car. I do have to mention that the Husband, much to his credit, did come after me to make sure I was okay. I wish I could've had better reasons for him, but I could hardly understand myself at the moment.

The weather was so perfect. There was a really big tree in front of me that was somehow calming to look at and I could hear the birds singing. Little did I know that as I appreciated the serene surroundings, He was setting the stage for my own personal time of worship.
I opened my Bible to make sure the verse I have come to love was still there. Yep. It was.

I believe that I shall look upon the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living! Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord! (Ps. 27:13-14)

I love to personalize that Scripture for myself, praying it back to Him and did so that morning as well. HE then led me to 1 Corinthians 15.

...You foolish person! What you sow does not come to life unless it dies. And what you sow is not the body that is to be, but a bare kernel, perhaps of wheat or of some other grain. But God gives it a body as He has chosen, and to each kind of seed it's own body....There are heavenly bodies and earthly bodies, but the glory of the heavenly is of one kind, and the glory of the earthly is of another...So it is with the resurrection of the dead. What is sown is perishable; what is raised is imperishable. It is sown in dishonor; it is raised in glory. It is sown in weakness; it is raised in power.

Even now, as I type, my eyes are flooded with tears at these thoughts.
I sat there, riveted, imagining Olivia. Coming to life because of her death. My bare kernel. If you could have seen how broken her little body was, you would be able to truly understand how much these verses mean to me. Her body which perished in my womb...now imperishable. Sown in the ground in weakness. Raised to heaven in power. A glorious heavenly body.

And I received comfort there. Reading and rereading. Immense comfort. When I left for church that morning, I never expected Him to meet me there. But He found me. Sitting quietly in the front seat of a rusty mini-van.


stephanie said...

As I read this I am picturing God calling you out to get you alone to talk just to you. For your ears only.
Becki this was a beautiful post to describe a beautiful moment. Thanks so much for sharing this.
This just confirms to me that I'm not putting my own thoughts where they should be.. towards God. I need to get back on track.Thank you!

chadandnikki said...

You are never alone. Even when no one, even the hubs, can understand what you are going through, you are never alone. God knows, and He knows right where you are. Praying for you today, that you have a great and happy day.

Heather said...

I think that sometimes God prefers the rusty mini-van or the floor in the bathroom or the mud pile. He really can get us to listen when we are hanging out in 'reality' and are open to him.

Know that you are being prayed for and thought of often by those you've never met!


Saralyn said...

You understand the reality and the necessity of a risen Savior in a relm beyond the rest of us. Come, Lord Jesus.

Anna said...

I absolutely LOVE hearing stories of how our God has "met" someone, somewhere. Especially when it is so blatantly obvious that He called you there and had something specific to share with you. Gives me chills.... Hoping it brought you the ((((comfort)))) you needed! :)

chris mitch travis cana said...

would you believe we posted the same verse at the same time??? I think that's fabulous and a witness of God's love for us in all these mommies we've met. THANK YOU for being a witness for me!

Monica said...

He truly meets you where you are. I cry in church all the time. I think the people around me are just used to it now.

Ebe said...

Praise God He loves us and meets us where we are.

praying today,