“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11
A couple of weeks ago, I heard a sermon at church where I was challenged to examine how I fit God into my life. Overall, I try to include God in all aspects of my life, not just acknowledging Him on Sunday mornings but every day, and initially I allowed my mind to wander during this part of the teaching. However, I later realized that I have not trusted my LORD with everything important to me.
For almost five weeks after Chloe was born, I made weekly visits back to the doctor and the hospital trying to get rid of the “products of conception” that didn’t seem to want to leave my uterus. While I am not a morbid person, I did have days when my thoughts would get away from me, and I would wonder if I were going to get better at all. What if I had a bigger problem than what the doctor originally diagnosed and something really bad happened to me? Could I die if the D&C didn’t fix the problem (since it didn’t the first two times)?
I didn’t really think I was going to die, but my doctor didn’t help the situation, either. I mean, he did point out on more than one occasion that childbirth is the leading cause of death in women around the world and the second leading cause of death in women in my age group in America (or something to that effect). Why did he tell me those facts? I don’t know; I think he may have explained his reasons to me, but I didn’t hear him. My mind kept mulling over the word ‘death’ and the fact that my doctor had not yet healed me as he was spouting out these stats. I really like my doctor, but his inability to hold back information not vital to my situation is one of my least favorite things about him.
And naturally, when thinking about my death, my mind instantly went to my children and husband. Matt’s a great husband and father, but how would he raise three babies alone? Would he remarry? The thought of my children not remembering me (my oldest is three) practically killed me right there, and my not knowing Chloe at all or what my kids would look like when they were grown or if they would need therapy brought tears to my eyes…then I would snap out of it and scold myself for letting my thoughts get that carried away.
So naturally I let myself worry about a more practical issue–should Matt and I have a fourth child someday? Since the doctor didn’t know why I had problems after the last two pregnancies, he wasn’t sure whether or not I would have problems again. Matt and my conversation with him really wasn’t much help in coming to a conclusion about this issue, either. The doctor explained that there isn’t any reason for me not to have another child. According to him, I didn’t have a near-death experience (even though the statistics were there to show that I could have!), and having a couple of D&Cs is more of a nuisance than anything–they shouldn’t keep me from having another child. At this point in the conversation, I had to will my right hand to stay put as it wanted to swing up from my side and smack my doctor upside the head. The flies that come in my house after my kids leave the door open are a nuisance, not the five weeks of pain and hospital visits I experienced. My doctor’s opinion on this matter is my least favorite thing about him, but I digress.
One night after my ordeal seemed to be coming to a close finally, I was lying on my bed holding Chloe and thinking about the previous five weeks. Chloe couldn’t seem to get comfortable, as she kept pushing off my stomach with her little feet, trying to crawl up me. She was getting fussy, but there wasn’t anything I could do for her. I held her in my arms, but I gave her room to wiggle around and bob up and down. Finally, she just decided to rest. She melted into my chest, laid her head down, and went to sleep. I hadn’t done anything for her to make her more comfortable; she just decided to stop struggling and rest.
At that moment, I heard God whisper to me. Rest. I was like Chloe. I just needed to rest. His arms were around me, and they weren’t going to drop me, but He wasn’t going to force me to do anything, either. The decision was mine to stop struggling and find peace in His embrace, but I had to relax first.
After this moment, the week’s previous sermon came back to me, and I realized the part of my life that I hadn’t surrendered to God–my future. I’m a planner, and I want to know that the decisions I make are the right ones. I want to follow God’s will, but I get so focused on taking the right steps that I miss the joy of the journey. My God knows my future, and He wants the best for my family and me. Just as God spoke to the Israelites in exile that He wanted them to have hope, He was also trying to speak to me in my dark moments. While I think my concerns for my family were natural, my family is God’s family, and I need to surrender them to Him. God knows if Matt and I are to have another child, and I need to trust in the plans He has for me. Maybe if I stop struggling and lay my head down on His chest, I’ll hear better when He whispers in my ear.
6 thoughts on “Surrender”
I firmly believe that there is a difference between hearing and listening. It is important that we all stop so we can hear the whispers, but it takes a bit more faith to actually listen to His message.
On a lighter note – I’ve joked with Andy before about remarrying if something happens to me, but I was firm when I told him that she can’t have my stuff! They can redecorate!
I, agree. My problem, though, is that I worry so much about what God is trying to tell me that my worrying inhibits my ability to hear in the first place.
I tell Matt that he can remarry if I die only because I know I’ll be a much more mature person in heaven–I can’t handle thinking about it here on Earth! 🙂
Hi Jennifer, Just saying hello. I came from Mama Neena’s Blog. Cute blog…your kids are adorable …..Have a great weekend.
Hi, Kim. Thanks for visiting! I checked out your blog and wanted to wish you the best of luck with your move. I was in the Air Force briefly, so I understand the stress of getting everything packed!
Such a timely word for me Jen! Thanks. You have a gift in writing! So glad Matt bought you a computer and said go for it!
Thanks, Teri, for the encouragement! I'm glad what I learned was able to help you, too. What is your blog?