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| and yet, in the midst of life's brokenness, we should still make music to God because He is worthy of our praise... |
No one dreamed the day they married over 20 years ago, that she would fall asleep while driving school children home one day, resulting in an accident that impaired their middle child's brain, leaving them wondering if they would ever see her normally talking and walking again.
No one dreamed the day he was born, that in 8 short years he would be killed in a farm accident, abruptly taken from his place at his daddy's side, where he eagerly watched and learned how to do the work of a Farmer.
No one dreamed, the day he was brought home from the hospital by adoption that he would show signs of Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorder at age 5 and continue to create waves and ripples in their home for many years as they struggled to understand his brain disorder and tried with God's wisdom to know how to best care for him and prepare him for the future. No one saw the anguish of the parent's hearts or the many tears that have been shed for him as they walked thru their days. No one saw the crushed heart of his daddy, as he came to terms with the fact that his only son would likely not stand in his place one day as the head of the family.
No one dreamed that after years of pouring love and good teaching into their child, they would rise up in rebellion and anger, scorning the very life that their parents invested so much into them. No one saw the sobs behind closed doors as a mother knelt by her bed and prayed for her child.
No one dreamed that after 25 years of marriage, things would fall apart and leave a spouse alone, told in no uncertain terms that they are no longer loved or wanted, deeply broken hearted to be so cruelly treated. No one saw the anguished heart as it fell before God many times, pleading that He restore their marriage and bring honor to Jesus' name.
No one dreamed that the parent would turn on the child they raised to believe in Jesus and who chose Jesus in all His simplicity...telling that (now adult) child that they are a disappointment and a stain on the family. No one saw the deep heart groanings of that 'child' as they cried out to God to bless their father anyway, even tho he doesn't understand that his child simply is carrying on the torch of faith he presented to them.
No one dreamed, when they gazed at the face of their firstborn, beautiful baby girl that one day she would be given an infectious disease that they knew little about. No one saw the mother weep deeply, held in the arms of her husband at night, who took her to Jesus in prayer.
No one dreams up these things. We all want the happy things, the beautiful things, the things that cause us to feel like dancing on the rooftops and singing. No one says, yes I'd like to have all my dreams broken and I'd love to feel the pain that comes from desperate situations where there is no seeming answer. No one does that.
But what do I, as a child of God do with broken dreams? I believe that he wants me to trust his heart. I believe that he calls me to surrender all those dreams and let Him make from my life what He would have it to be. I do not understand many things in this world. But I do know that as His child, He ordains the circumstances of my life for my good and for His glory.
I humbly bow before him anew today, and say "Be it unto me, Lord, according to your will", words spoken by the mother of our Lord Jesus, who certainly did not dream of becoming pregnant by the Holy Spirit before she was married.
