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Do You Believe God Can Find a Needle in a Haystack?

We went through fire and water, but He led us to a place of abundance. (Psalm 66:12)

Wednesday, August 17, 1977, Kraków, Poland

The dark haired woman in the yard placed her spade in the dirt, pulled off her work gloves, and motioned for us to come inside. Later we would learn her name, Wanda.

This was not a typical day in our lives; ours was not a typical search. We needed a home, and we needed it fast. Our summer language institute with its provision of temporary housing ended, leaving us homeless. As undercover missionaries, we now faced an acute need for permanent housing.

Statistics in the Communist economy mocked our desire to find an apartment for our family of three - the housing crisis confounded belief. Typically, a Polish family waited nine to ten years to own an apartment, and in the interim, rented a room or lived in an overcrowded apartment with their family. In fact, it was a common practice for a couple, at the birth of a baby, to open an apartment account for their newborn, in hopes the child could own the dwelling when he/she reached the age of twenty one.

Facing dorm life as our only other option, we prayed. We asked our generous, miracle-working God to lead us to a needle in a haystack that only He could provide. Desperate in this uncharted faith terrain, we made a list for God.

Our prayer list for this desired apartment included:

  • A kitchen
  • A bathroom
  • A washer (dryers did not exist)
  • A yard where our toddler could play
  • Warm for bitter cold winter weather
  • Windows for light
  • Located in the smog-free zone of the city for healthier air
  • Situated within the home of a Polish family (to facilitate learning this new language and culture)

In summary, we were searching for a place to call home, a haven for two Americans with a baby, feebly following the call of God on their lives.

Our first lead, labeled luxury with all the comforts, turned out to be a combination living room-bedroom, no kitchen, and a semi-private bath. Reality taunted our tremulous faith. Could God do this? Would He come through? What if the dorm room became our home?

Our continuing search loomed ahead. Trudging wearily on foot, we hiked up a nearby hilly street. A couple working in the yard of their newly built home greeted us as we approached. We paused. Then, in a faltering Polish language, we explained our desire to rent an apartment. Our request fell on understanding ears. The dark haired woman in the yard placed her spade in the dirt, pulled off her work gloves, and motioned for us to follow her.

Once inside their home, Wanda and Ryszard gave us a tour of their new dwelling, which just so happened to include an upstairs apartment.

As the Lord would have it, they constructed this upstairs apartment with the future in mind - their young daughter would one day live here with her own family. In the immediate future, they eagerly agreed to rent to us, a small family of three.

Larry and I took in our surroundings with shocking disbelief. Our eyes met knowingly, and silently asked, “Have we just found God's needle in a haystack?” The layout seemed to be directly taken from our customized prayer list for an apartment:

  • A kitchen - Check
  • A bathroom - Check
  • A washer - Check
  • A yard where our toddler could play - Check
  • Warm for bitter cold winter weather - Check
  • Windows for light - Check
  • Located in the smog-free zone of the city for healthier air - Check
  • Situated within the home of a Polish family – Check. Specifically, we would share a common entrance and foyer. Only a stairway would separate our lives.

Cups of hot tea with lemon and freshly baked poppy seed cake confirmed the deal. Brushing off the crumbs, we eventually hugged good-bye as if we were long-lost relatives. Larry and I fairly flew out the door on the wings of angels.

Yes! God just showed us His needle in a haystack, a haven for two Americans with a baby feebly following His call on their lives – Check.

“Even before they call I will answer.”  (Isaiah 65:24)

Living With Eternal Intentionality: When have you seen God go before you in answer to a specific prayer?

How to Affair-Proof Your Marriage

How to Affair-Proof Your Marriage? Put down your iPhone.

Why? Constant preoccupation with one’s iPhone is a distraction.

Distraction says that my focus on someone not here is more important than my focus on you, one who is right here. My attention toward them is more significant than my attention toward us.

Distraction leads to distance. Distance depicts parallel lives, meaning our lives run on separate tracks, and our tracks seldom overlap.

Distance leads to discouragement. Discouragement settles like a dark storm cloud over our relationship, and discouragement makes it harder to persevere and easier to pull away.

Discouragement leads to disillusionment. Disillusionment speaks lies and tempts us to conclude that our marriage is too hard: the assistant is too pretty, the children’s soccer coach is too fit, you are too busy, and I am too bored.

Then, disillusionment leads to…well, let’s not go there!

Distraction, Distance, Discouragement, Disillusionment, and ...

Perhaps I am just old and bold, but I feel strongly about this simple suggestion. Nearly forty four years of marriage to the same man has taught me the incomparable value of good communication.

T a l k i n g  t o  E a c h  O t h e r  

 - is a simple protection against each of the D words listed above. I am not naive enough to believe this is foolproof; it is not. But it is significant.

Talking to each other says,

You matter right now more than anyone else in the world.

Talking to each other says,

I care about what's happening in your heart.

Talking to each other says,

We are worth a focused conversation.

Therefore, my strong suggestion is: to affair-proof your marriage, put down your iPhone. To be really daring, turn it off.

Living with eternal intentionality: What do you think?

Is There an Aleve® for This Life?

Larry, my husband, reached the door ahead of me. "Is Debby home?" I heard her ask. Standing there - hot and sweaty, no make-up, hair in a ponytail, holding her dog on a leash - she still looked beautiful. Yet nothing could mask her pain. "Can we talk?" And talk we did. Seated on my screen porch, glasses of ice tea in hand, our hearts connected. As I listened, I ached. Hers was an agonizing, soul wrenching, beyond belief story. Pain punctuated her every sentence; pain punctuated her every pause. Could it get any worse?

Yet, this situation is not isolated. Our summer afternoon conversation mirrors other Could it get any worse? stories. Regularly, I drive home from Bible Study, Growth Group, and Home Group sobered. The dominant theme of pain ranks at an all time high - not the common aches and pains that accompany human life inside a body. Rather, I am referring to fist in the gut type of pain that threatens to take you out of the arena.

How can we cope with our silent companion that screams for attention? Is there an Aleve for life? As I ache alongside each relationship (and as I experience pain of my own) I conclude:

Pain is incorporated into life; it will never go away.

5 questions emerge from these real life situations:

1. What causes pain?

Pain springs from unwanted news: a diagnosis, a scan, a death, a phone call, a test result, an injury, a job notice, a letter in the post, a policeman at the door.

Pain comes with unforeseen circumstances: an unpaid bill, an unplanned illness, an unexpected rift in a relationship. 

Pain results from unanticipated crises: a career crisis, an emotional crisis, a financial crisis, a spiritual crisis, a child's crisis, a spouse's crisis. 

 So therefore,

2. What do we do with pain?

Pain refuses to be ignored. Pain possesses power, pain drives emotions, and pain pushes questions to the forefront of our minds. Ironically, pain never answers any of the questions it raises. You and I feel our humanness most when we find ourselves wrestling with pain. This leads me to a suggestion: give pain the attention it demands.

3. What not to do with pain?

Do not blithely say, "Oh, I'm fine." Painful disappointment, painful illness, painful news, painful rejection, and painful thinking, are all painful realities. Fake faith always fails in the face of pain. ‘Fake it til we make it’ carries long term, serious side effects. When you and I are in a hurting mess, we need Holy Help. In the face of pain, only heartfelt honesty can make possible heartfelt joy.

4. How do we make our peace with pain?

You and I must sift our pain through the Word of God; only here do we find legitimate breakthroughs.

My grace is sufficient for you. His Grace medicates our pain as nothing else can.

I will never leave you or forsake you. His Presence provides companionship, even when our pain takes us to places of aloneness we never dreamed of having to go.

Sorrowful yet rejoicing. His Perspective, not ours, makes it possible to authentically live life on two levels. Our sojourn becomes both/and, not either/or. 

Not My will, but Thine be done. Embracing Jesus' Model of submission to pain is the soothing prescription for genuine, supernatural peace.

5.What lesson have I learned from pain?

Life requires far more than an Aleve. Can I say, “Bring it on!” No, I don’t think so. But I can say,

"Jesus is so sweet and pain is an incredible teacher."

 

Living with eternal intentionality: What have you learned about pain from real life situations?