What we gain at Christmas in our loss

At the start of Advent season, I felt God prodding me to write for those who have experienced loss, for those who feel and are alone at Christmastime, for whom all the holly jolly is not the main emotion felt this time of year.

Then my husband and I lost a dear friend unexpectedly this last week. And shocking grief entered into our own world, sharing in the sorrowful loss of those we love and hold dearly.

As I have sat and prayed, reading, crying, I have been struck with how Christmas is actually for the lost, the lonely, and the ones who have lost.

Christmas first came to a humble teen girl. Her whole life trajectory and plans changed in an instant of surrendering to her Lord’s words over her- she was to bear the Son of God. Can you imagine the shaming, shunning, gossiping, and social and familial consequences she must have faced in those days? A young girl pregnant out of wedlock, more so claiming to be pregnant with the Son of God by the Holy Spirit, surely endured much. Still she called herself the “handmaiden of the Lord.”

The birth of Jesus was first announced to the lowly shepherds in their fields. These shepherds had forfeited any kind of esteemed life of service to God. A livelihood which demanded their all- relentless watching of dirty, wayward sheep, enduring all kinds of weather, robbers, wild animals, they only had each other and the stars for company. Yet it was for them that God split the sky with his heavenly host, and the light of His glory come to earth. It was they who were honored with the first encounter of the Son of God as a babe. And it caused them to worship.

Christmas came to an elderly woman who had served God all her days since her young widowhood. The Bible says that Anna did not depart from the Temple, but fasted and prayed day and night. Some scholars count her 84 years as after the loss of her husband, putting her at about 105! What was she fasting and praying for? In all those years walking closely with God, surely the Holy Spirit had revealed to her Messiah was coming as foretold. For she recognized him when she saw him. She then spent the rest of her days telling others the Savior of the world had come.

Through these stories, we get a glimpse of God’s heart. Whom does He take note of to bless? We tend to think of the blessed as ones who live a full life, have the things, get the spouse, have the family, succeed in what they do.

This is not whom God calls blessed, this is not even the definition of blessing.

This is God’s definition:

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven” Matthew 5:3.

It is the impoverished souls who are blessed by God.

The whole of the Bible affirms God’s track record in whom He chooses as His own.

He is the God of the widow, the barren, the orphan, the fatherless, the lonely, the thief, the adulterer, the prostitute, the beggar, the blind, the lame, the outcast, the downtrodden, the hopeless, the broken.

He is the God who has come for the sinner and the brokenhearted.

It only the spiritually hungry who are prepared to receive the gift of Christmas.

We get God.

Because God gives God. He poured Himself out into human form (I Timothy 3:16). He became our sin and entered into our brokenness- God Himself lost. He lost His Son. And Christ lost the rights and privileges of His Godhead, and became nothing for us. This was with the purpose to give us His righteousness (I Corinthians 1:30). The very righteousness of God! (2 Corinthians 5:21)

The message of Christmas is that God has come for you.

It is the debtors who are forgiven.

It is the lost who are found.

The empty who are filled.

The abandoned who are enfolded in the everlasting arms of God in Christ.

It is the lonely, the outcast, the too old, the disqualified, the depressed, that God takes note of.

God cannot bless those who do not want Him because the blessing God gives us is Himself.

In all our grieving, hurting, and the aching void we feel- we get Jesus. The One who knows and bore all our pain. And will erase it all someday.

For my single friends who wait with unfulfilled desires, my friends and family who remember great loss this time of year, my loved ones who ache with fresh loss, and for those who hurt physically, mentally, emotionally down into their very souls- I am keeping you close in my prayers and aching with you.

Our God suffered for us. And suffers with us.

“In all their affliction He was afflicted” Isaiah 63:9

Take hold of Emmanuel, Jesus, which literally means- “God with us.”

And for all that life has labeled you as and left you- He willingly adopts us when we come and receive Him, and calls us His children.

Christmas is about receiving God’s greatest gift- Jesus.

Let us rejoice with Mary in her song, “He has filled the hungry with good things but has sent the rich away empty” Luke 1:53.

May God fill you in your aching and may you find his everlasting arms underneath you.

In honor of our friend, Steve Cunningham and his family in their loss. In the presence of Jesus this Christmas, we miss you dearly and will see you soon.

God knows what you need. And meets you in your wanting.

I wouldn’t say that I was overly picky when it came to dating.

I just wanted to know if a dude was “it” before we launched into a full relationship.

I think you see the problem there, before I did.

I wasn’t over particular about looks. It was more of interests that drew me in further than one’s swagger. I never liked pretty boys and as a result can’t really name many Hollywood actors. Being too pretty usually goes to your head anyways.

I wanted someone who sought to love God more than himself, and put others before him. After all loving God and loving people are inseparable.

I wanted someone who treasured and lived God’s Word, valued family and community, and upheld my desires to serve my family full time someday, as well as my heart for missions.

These are good things to want. But then there was a much longer informal second list. I am embarrassed to admit some of its contents but, hey can’t a girl dream? I kinda wanted dating to look like a friendship in fast forward. With it ending in an engagement precisely 6 months later and marriage rounding out the perfect year of a homegrown relationship.

I probably don’t need to tell you at this point that I idealized. A lot. Especially about the future of a relationship. I sometimes missed seeing what was right in front of me.

That proved to be crushing.

So I swung the other side of the pendulum, and forgot that you need to at least share the same ideal ways of actually living the day to day.

I dated all types through the trajectory of my years. Common mistakes and erratic threads binding the two ends of that line into a circle. I found myself dizzy. I spent years looking for a man with a ministry focus, associating this with godliness. I unfairly judged some based on their lack thereof, and I missed the lack of relational character in those who hid behind the idea of one.

Turns out cracks in trust don’t make for a good foundation.

I pivoted towards those who drew the deepest empathy out of me. I dated a few not-so healthy guys in an attempt to convince myself, that together we made a whole.

Come to find out in relationship, it’s two wholly broken people healed by God’s grace who are made one in Christ.

I spent a lot of time chasing after a perception of who I thought someone was, and my perception of what God wanted for me.

Sometimes we have to circle around a few times to realize we are the ones digging the trench around trust instead of placing ourselves in it.

Over and over I would have these conversations with God.

“If you would just change his heart towards me.”

“If you would just change him.”

At one point even praying, “God, open my heart.”

There was a good reason it wasn’t.

God showed me that essentially there are two places for my faith-trust to be planted.

One- In Him, fully confident that every “no” brought a greater “yes.” (Certainly not all seen in this lifetime.) And to trust that God was walling my way in with great care and kindness.

Or I could believe that the painful doors closed were purposeless and careless of God as he “tried” to orchestrate good from the ground zero of mine and other’s disastrous choices. He appeared to be failing miserably as my health tanked more with every risking of my heart. I couldn’t see the imminent good from the piles of smoke and ash as I kept circling.

Or He just wasn’t finished yet.

Psalm 139:5-6 became an anthem for me in my resolve to trust, “You hem (wall) my way in, before and behind me, You lay your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, I cannot attain it.”

I didn’t know if marriage was something God had for me at age 36. But I was learning to trust that His ways really were good. And what I needed. And more than that, God was what I needed most.

About the time I surrendered again for the 100th time and was learning to let go of my ways, when I was contemplating why arranged marriages were not valued in our culture…

Enter Cap K.

He lived 1,234 miles away.

Who serenaded me with Kip songs. (As in Napoleon Dynamite. Told you I don’t care much for the bright lights of Hollywood.)

Did I mentioned how far away he was?

Who called me consistently.

This technology thing isn’t really the old fashioned love story I had in mind.

Who showed me he was really listening by lifting up my friends, family, and their stories in his prayers with me every evening. Before he even met them.

So… why isn’t he married??

Who flew down with renewed hope in his step and faith in his long-journeyed heart to meet a girl he had only talked to on the phone.

What kind of man does that?

Who confessed his faults. And showed me grace in mine.

This kind of man freaks me out a little. Ok, a lot.

And in whose broad shoulders I finally felt at home, at rest.

I could be me.

He was genuine.

Together we fit.

It’s as if God arranged it all along.

Where my heart finally found trust. Saginaw, MI

It turns out His severest kind of mercies were truly His kindest.

PRAISE GOD FOR ALL THE PAINFUL NO’S!

God knew in my health struggles I needed a man who would support and provide for me, not just financially/physically, but who would uphold and treasure my empathetically big heart, and encourage my spirit and giftings with his quiet, steady strength.

God knew I needed someone whose ministry was everyone around him, because that’s what my life had become, without even realizing it. (Through trial pursuit of far and away doors, God kept bringing me right back to where I was. “To be all here-” Jim Elliot.)

I am not trying to say that in finally letting go it all happened. I had let go 1,000 times before. We certainly don’t get everything we want. Thank God! But sometimes the wanting is hard. I learned that our journey through our desires is about trusting a God who is good, who hears our prayers, and is moving on our behalf, for our good. Always.

I am still learning this.

It’s coming up on two years now, of that fatal moment when we met. It wasn’t quite love at first sight. I was still a bit blind. God graciously knew my heart needed to set its vision on the right order of things. So He sent me the most patient man on earth.

We wholly committed our dating to the Lord. And slowly, God said yes through a thousand little flashes of sight into each other’s hearts. Like the fireflies that dance in quiet harmony, their illumination is only seen against the falling of time.

The fireflies, a personal reminder of God’s sovereignty, lit up the fields of Ohio, his home state.

A year later, after Cap K courageously had answered all the questions in my head, I answered his question with a resounding, “Yes!” from the depths of my heart.

At our wedding, we had our parents gather around us and pray. The beautiful irony of God ‘arranging’ our meet up through their life long prayers and love was not lost on me.

Psalm 139 was the passage my beloved brother unknowingly wrote our wedding sermon on.

Along the way of God “walling” me in, it taught me to look up. It caused me to trust in painfully real ways, but it brought me deeper into His goodness.

He filled the trenches of my weary walking with His unmeasured grace. The altar of trust I had encircled for many years had cost Him everything. What was the mere measure of my laying down what was not mine to own?

It’s amazing how God uses the disappointments of our wants to bring us to what we need.

Him.

Lake Superior, where we spent some of the happiest days of our dating.
Glory days in the U.P.!

This is written in honor of my husband of 6 months. Happy two years of growing in our wanting of each other, and having all we need supplied in Christ Jesus our God for all eternity.