“So the Lord did it.” Exodus 8:24 NIRV
Just like that. He sent a plague across the land of Egypt.
He didn’t have to work hard or be convinced to do it. He just did it. As I sit
here absolutely stressing about how He is going to move next, I read that He
just did it. He’s not going to give
me any fair warning. He’s not going to send a flashing neon sign. When God
moves, He moves. It’s fast. It’s
usually pretty huge. And it’s always undeniably Him at work. And He doesn’t
need my help to do it.
So, is going back to work full-time my way of helping Him?
Is He putting all these current struggles in front of us to make it very clear
that I need to be back at work? After all, if I was working we wouldn’t be concerned
with how much all of this is going to cost. Or, instead, is He trying to teach
me a lesson in reliance, in patience, in His faithfulness? Is He preparing to shower us with a blessing we can’t imagine—one
so big that satan knows we will give only God glory for it, so he is doing
everything in his power to make me rely on me, to turn from God and “take
care of myself”. Something tells me it’s that one.
I feel sort of like the Israelites. I prayed my sun stand
still prayer that God would provide a way for me to be home with Dane. And here
I sit a stay-at-home mom. The Israelites begged the Lord to deliver them from
Egypt. And he did. He did exactly what they asked. But what they meant was they wanted to be delivered
straight to the land flowing with milk and honey. They didn’t want the 40 year
detour through the desert. They didn’t want manna and quail, they wanted steak
and all the fixin’s.
I feel so amazingly blessed to be home with Dane. The Lord “delivered”
me, so to speak, from work. But now that I’m here, with just enough to survive—just
enough manna for each day (Ex16:4)—I am complaining. I am unhappy. I wanted to
be a stay-at-home mom who could afford to be a stay-at-home mom. I want my
steak… I’m kinda tired of the manna.
As we pray for more manna, I cry to my husband like the Israelites
cried out to God. I tell him I should go back to work. We could make more money
do this or that. We put our car and our house up for sale. But there still is
just enough for each day. No breadcrumb trail to ensure me that as long as I
keep walking there will be more manna. No picture of the heaping pile of manna
in the distance. Nope. We just open the door each morning and find exactly
enough manna for that day. And do you know what the Bible says about my
complaining? When I cry out to my husband it’s not to him, instead Moses told
the Israelites, “You aren’t speaking against us. You are speaking against the
Lord.” Ouch.
I am grateful my sweet husband works hard for us. He bears a
heavy burden as the spiritual leader and breadwinner for our home. It’s a
burden I am grateful he bears because it would be too heavy for me. It is not
because he doesn’t make enough, it’s because we are over committed to things we
cannot do anything about yet. A house that won’t sell. A car that’s worth less
than we owe on it. Two words: student loans. This week one car needed the
transmission fixed, we thought the battery had died in the other, the
dishwasher died, and I fell through the ceiling while walking in the attic. Our
manna for today is that 1) the battery only needed to be charged and 2) fixing
the transmission isn’t going to cost what we thought.
While Tevie was home for lunch I went to work out. Thanks to
Jesus Culture radio on Pandora, I had a full-on worship jam session on the treadmill
and was trying to keep from weeping and raising my hands in praise in fear the
college students on either side of me might think I was some fat, old lady
about to pass out. J
When the Lord wants to get my attention He strategically plants “Revelation
Song” somewhere for me to hear. I am then reminded that He is Holy.
He is my breath and Living Water and all I need. And, even if for a moment, satan’s voice is
silenced, I stepped onto less shaky ground and regain confidence that He is all
I will ever need.
In the Big Picture, this earthly life is so very, very
short. In this illustration, Francis Chan talks about just how short this life
is compared to eternity. It seems kind of silly to spend so much time worrying
about such a short period of time.
Through all the conviction I have felt recently while
reading Exodus (I’m doing the Canonical reading plan on the YouVersion Bible
app—try it!), there has been one phrase that brings comfort instead:
“The Lord will fight for you. Just be still.”
Exodus 14:14 NIRV
1 comment:
This speaks to me so much. I am a SAH mama too. And I know I am called to be here, with my little one.But EVERYTHING I know is being transformed. I have never had to trust God & my hubby so much. Having been a self-relient gal for many years I am having to change many habits. I think what makes mama hood so hard at time(with young babies)is that we are planting seeds that we may not see the harvest from for many years. Season of sowing! Hang in there. God will reveal himself and his desires for you. Look for his perfect peace.
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