God’s Three Word Answer

Author: Linda L. Kruschke

I’ve seen prayer answered in miraculous ways. God constantly reaches beyond my expectation, even when there is no expectation at all. He answers and is faithful to provide what I need.

By now, I should assume an answer will be forthcoming. Yet His latest response to a prayer took me by surprise.

I confessed to my Bible study group that my focus on a few of my mother-in-law’s seemingly-insensitive comments over the years had clouded my perspective. I had allowed a tiny seed of bitterness to take root and had convinced myself that she didn’t really like me. I knew I would be spending time with her over the holidays and needed prayer to have a better mindset when we were together.

Several days later, I had the opportunity to share my beloved nativity collection with a friend. As I described each set, I heard myself telling the story of how my mother-in-law had given me a ceramic nativity she made when pregnant with my husband.

Bitterness Linda L. KruschkeThen came the story of the myrtle-wood nativity that my mother-in-law’s mother brought back from Israel. As I mentioned she could have given it to one of my three sisters-in-law or a niece, but instead gave it to me, I realized how special she must consider me. God used these reminders of her love over the years to begin to uproot that bitter sprout Satan wanted to flourish. My attitude softened.

We ended up having great visits both at Thanksgiving and New Year’s weekend. In the morning on New Year’s Day, she asked me a question I didn’t expect. “You must have some good memories of your mom?”

“Not really,” I replied. With chapter three of my memoir front and center in my thoughts, I continued, “She had cancer the first time when I was only eight or nine, and then again a year later. She lost her sister and her mom a few years before that. She was always sick, it seemed, and I don’t remember her ever smiling or being happy.”

The subject changed and the morning continued, with showers, breakfast, and packing. Then we all went out to lunch before we had to hit the road for home.

As I usually do before we leave my in-laws’ house, I gave her a hug. “Thanks for coming,” she said. “I love you.”

I love you. With those three little words God completed His answer to my prayer. I don’t ever remember her saying those words to me before.

She has shown me in many ways over the last thirty-two years that she loves me. She’s actually been mom to me for more years than my real mom, who died when I was twenty-three. She has always treated me like a beloved daughter.

In that moment I also knew that my real mom loved me, too, even though it didn’t always seem like she did and she didn’t say it much.

It’s funny how God knows the things we need to hear to heal our doubting hearts. He reminded me to focus on the loving acts of others, and not on the careless things someone might have said. After all, we all are prone to let an thoughtless word slip from our lips once in a while.

Linda L. Kruschke BitternessAre you holding onto a careless remark and bearing a grudge against the one who said it? Have you allowed a seed of bitterness to sprout? Has a past hurt clouded your perspective of how much someone really loves you? Listen to this wisdom from Colossians 3:12-14:

Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.

Seeds of bitterness destroy relationships, or at least make them more difficult. Will you ask God for His three-word answer to uproot this noxious weed in your life today? It is my prayer that you will seek His power to forgive and His grace will fill your heart today.


Readers, If you need prayer to heal from bitterness,  tell us in the comments and we will pray for you.

Linda_2017_01Linda L. Kruschke is the author of My Name Is Beloved, winner of the Unpublished Memoir category of the Oregon Christian Writers Cascade Writing Contest, as well as self-published author of two poetry books. She is a wife, mother, active member of her church, and former Bible Study Fellowship leader. After struggling through years of major clinical depression and finding God’s healing grace, she is now a fearless follower of Christ, living in the assurance of her salvation and God’s love. She blogs at Another Fearless Year and Broken Believers.
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Hope at the Finish Line

Author: Karly Grant

Sometimes, life isn’t easy. Sometimes God allows messy, difficult things to happen in our lives. Sometimes, we find ourselves caught in the middle of scary, chaotic, seemingly hopeless storms. God tells us this. We hear others talk about “storms”, but sometimes it takes actually experiencing one to really understand.

Just over a year ago, a tempest began in my life that I never saw coming. My life, and the life of my family was changed forever. I had been actively walking with Jesus for over ten years at this point. I knew the songs, the verses, the cheesy lines about hope, but I didn’t fully grasp the magnitude of the word or how much I needed it in my life. Truth be told, my eyes weren’t totally focused on Jesus. I had become pretty comfortable with my life.

In March of 2014, the storm came out of nowhere and hit hard. Life as I had known it for 30 years, would never be the same. There were some serious accusations made against one member of my family by another member. My family was torn apart. I had always thought that through thick and thin, our family would stick together because that’s what families do and that’s what our family was supposed to do. In just a few short days, every member of my family’s world was rocked. We all began to grieve in different ways.

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The storm had left a wake of devastation, and turning to my family in this disarray was not the answer. I found myself in a place that seemed hopeless. The people that I cared about the most were hurting and there was nothing that I could to do to help them. I was hurting and couldn’t turn to them because they were there too. There was much confusion. The only place that I could turn was to Jesus (and boy, am I glad  He was there).

The next few months were chaotic at best, downright confusing, and gut wrenching at worst. There were many days and nights that I would cry just thinking of my family. I wouldn’t just tear up, but full on ugly cry. There were times, when all that I could muster to pray was “Jesus, help.”

I needed to fix my eyes on Jesus, not so that the problems would go away (they wouldn’t), but so that I knew there was hope in the storm surrounding me.

On June 29th, I had to opportunity to be a spectator at the Ironman competition in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. This was an extremely memorable day in which God used the athletes to show me many things about His body. There is too much to go into here (maybe another post), but it set the tone for what God would be teaching me over the next several months (I’m a slow learner). One of the highlights was watching people cross the finish line. They had successfully completed swimming 2.4 miles, biking 112 miles, and running 26.2 miles. If I were an Ironman finisher, upon crossing the finish line, I would hear, “Karly Grant, you are an ironman!”

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I couldn’t help, but compare this to Matthew 25:21 when Jesus tells the parable of the talents. Those who invested wisely, who put their focus on the right things, heard “Well done, good and faithful servant.” In the Ironman, those who kept their eye on the finish line heard, “You are an ironman!’ It was a great reminder to keep my focus on the true finish line, on the hope that is to come, in Jesus.

It was about this time, that my focus started to turn. Amongst the chaos of the storm in my family, I was reminded of the hope that can only be found in Jesus. I was reminded of the hope found in Revelation:

“Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more.  And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.  And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.” (Revelation 21:1-4 ESV)

We have hope and it can be found in Christ alone. We need to keep our eyes focused on Him. I had learned this lesson. I should be good to go then, right? Wrong. Like I said, I’m a slow learner and God had more to do in my life.

As I started to focus on Jesus more, I was becoming okay with the things happening in my family. It wasn’t that things were getting easier, in fact they only got messier and more turbulent as time went on.  I was still praying (and am still praying) for reconciliation, but I knew that as long as I stayed focused on Him, though I may be caught in the middle of the storm, He would receive the glory for any good that comes out of it. And that one day, there will be no more tears.

 

Like I mentioned, God wasn’t through teaching me to focus on Him and find my hope in Him. In August, I learned that our verse for the year at school (I teach preschool) would be Hebrews 12:1-2.

“Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us,  looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God.” (ESV)

I admit, I may not have had the best attitude at hearing that we would be focused on this seemingly cliché and overused verse. I still wasn’t getting that God wanted me to look to Jesus alone for hope. I was still trying to do things on my own. Then I started a Bible study in September with some ladies in my church. Guess what scripture we studied the first night there? Hebrews 12:1-2…

Finally it settled in that God truly is my hope. That I need to look to Jesus in all that I do, that He is worthy of a life lived for him.

Family life has not become any easier in the last several months. In fact, there are a few family events coming up in the coming months that involve some people seeing other family members for the first time in about a year, but life has become sweeter because I know that I am no longer looking to my family for hope, but to Jesus.

My soul is anchored in Christ. He is my hope. My life verse has long been Psalm 71:14, “As for me, I will always have hope;  I will praise you more and more.” (NIV) Amidst the chaotic storm of life this last year, these words have never been truer. God is with me. I have hope that one day tears will be wiped away. One day, this world will be without sin, and one day, I will cross that finish line of life, and see Jesus face to face.
To hear more from Karly find her at http://www.karlyisrandom.blogspot.com She writes blogs infrequently but deeply.