Evidence of Intervention

Evidence of Intervention

On Friday I was able to meet a friend at the local coffee shop.  To even write that sentence sounds to me like a dream. It is a rare opportunity when you have children with special needs.

While sharing stories, my friend had a common refrain.  It was, "That was God. God was there."

Her son had some special needs that the school wasn't able to address appropriately at first. There was a lot of tension and hard meetings with the school.  But God placed people in her life (including a friend who was a special needs teacher!) that gave really good advice. Things like: document this, or have this evaluated again.   And that advice saved the day later on.

Hearing stories of the trails that God left behind is a great encouragement to us when we are in the midst of a mess. Proof of God's guidance and presence is often more clear, when looking back.

Right now, we can see God's intervention in the present as Stevie is in the specialty school for autism. (Read about that here)

But in other ways, we wonder how God is working in our situation.

Like Friday night when we discovered Stevie had stuffed the gas chamber of our only working car, full of crackers and gravel.

Or like this morning when he took his medicine and threw it on the floor instead of drinking it.

Thoughts bombard my mind, like:

"What are we going to do if the car doesn't work?"

"How will we be able to afford repairs?"

"How can we get him to understand the damage he has caused so he will stop doing these things?"

"If he won't cooperate with his medication, then what?!"

But we know that the rest of the story is not yet written.  Or maybe the rest of the story is just not yet made visible.

Either way, we have faith that one day we will tell these stories and add to them, "But God..." (Hebrews 11)

Even though we don't see God in these (sometimes minor) day-to-day problems, we know He is here.

We know that one day we will be able to look back and see the bread crumbs left behind that guided us along the right path.

We will see the evidence of His intervention, even if we have to wait until we can ask him face to face.  Until then, we know He is here, seen or not.

"Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see."(Hebrews 11:1)

May we end up strong in faith until the last day. May the story yet to be written include, "By faith Merri,....." and "By faith _____ (insert your name)..."

May our stories encourage each other to believe God, even when we can't see Him.

Coffee Time:

What is your story?  How has God revealed his work in your life?


When We Become Visible: Easter Reflections

*** Warning!  This post does not discuss autism or children.***


But I do hope you will continue to read on anyway!

As many of you know, I have an aggressive case of Rheumatoid Disease, one of the many chronic, debilitating, "invisible illnesses".  It is amazing that a person can experience pain so deep, yet still that pain is unseen by others. I know many of you can relate to this concept if not from a physical reason, from an emotional-pain point of view.

I have recently had a lot of trouble with my shoulder. I must have injured it during a flare that involved my shoulders, but who knows? RD has a mind of it's own. Anyway, I was looking for the sling I have from injuries past, and as I thought about wearing it, I thought about how that visible sign of injury helps so much with the kids, to remember to be gentle.  Then I remembered a post by the RA Guy, entitield, "Becoming Visable".  The RA Guy was having a big flare, and found himself putting on various braces and therefore, his illness was becoming visible to others.

As I sat in church, thinking about this, looking at the people sitting in chairs listening to a sermon on David (a man who had many hurts himself), I couldn't help but think about the David & Goliath story.  I have heard many parallels to David and Goliath being like us and our Giant Sins.  And I thought about the hurts of the people sitting in church.

Their hurts are invisible, but I know they are there. We all have them.

I think about what it would be like if we all made our hurts visible.

If we saw on each other, all the healing that God has performed as plain as a black sling over a white ruffled blouse.

We'd see people with similar stories; we wouldn't feel alone.  We would see people we could relate to and encourage.

We wouldn't be afraid to reach out to those in the midst of what we have already been through, in years prior. There would be no secrets, we'd all know it all.

It's kind of a vulnerable thought.

This past couple years, this has happened several times: A friend discloses her story to me. Out of desperation, she reveals tremendous hurts and she has no way to know how she will come out on the other side. She doesn't see how healing is even possible.

She has no idea that I have similar stories and I know that God can heal even thatSo, she fears my rejection; my judgement.

I can thank God that I was able to share my story with her.  The invisible stories of years past, now visible.

Now she knows she's not alone. She knows healing is possible because she knows that it happened to her friend; real live flesh-and-blood has made it through to the other side. There is hope she can see. Visible Hope!

What a difference story sharing makes.

But only if we decide to become visible.

Only if we humbly become vulnerable. It comes with risk: mess, judgment, anger, rejection.

But it also comes with great rewards of deep friendship, passion and closeness to God, healing, and salvation.

Being visible, comes with knowing that all we've been through is for a purpose,  for comforting others in their time of need (2 Cor 1:4).

God made himself vulnerable too.  He made us knowing full well we would blow it and reject Him.  Yet he made us anyway.  We did reject Him and hurt him to the point that he wished He had never made us: The LORD regretted that he had made human beings on the earth, and his heart was deeply troubled. Genesis 6:6) That is a deep, deep wound to the heart of God. Yet he continued to pour into us...to pour out of him: blood.

He became visible for us when He sent Jesus to the Earth He created. He became vulnerable to our sin, sending His precious Son to the cross; His blood drips down.

God's sling--His visible hurt--is Jesus on the Cross.

Jesus reminds us that we all have a common hurt, the one that sent Him to the cross: sin. Jesus came to be it's remedy; the Healer.

We can relate to Him, because he took on human form and He overcame. He shares His story with us, and we no longer feel alone. We know He has been through similar struggles in his life here on Earth, and He has overcome it all (Hebrews 4:15).

What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

O precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know;
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.

Lyrics by Robert Lowry


Visable cross