Showing posts with label My Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Story. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Rooted II; How Bad News Enhanced My Calling

(Be sure to read Rooted first :). ) 


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As I lay on the operating bed in the final step of ensuring my funky chromosomes would never taint a zygote, I prayed aloud (the doctors had stepped out of the room), “God, you are here. You are here. Though there is some sadness here, you are here. Thank you for the chance to birth Henley. Thank you for my body doin’ its miraculous thing. You called Garrett and I as co-creators, and I thank you. Thank you for Henley. Use me, Lord, Use our family however you see fit. I know you have work for me to do. May I see and love every child at the church as one of my own, especially the Bluebonnet Children. Oh, the Bluebonnet Children! You are here, Lord, and I feel that you want me to shift my focus now on birthing their book. Lord, if I am misguided, redirect me; but yes-I need to, I must birth a book for the Bluebonnet Children, I-” my intercessory moment was interrupted by the doctor entering the room, and the peace of Christ filled me.

The local church has become my bustling house full of jovial, high-energy children,and Henley June feels just as much at home there as I do. She was named after the one and only poem by a brit named William Henley who wrote of having an unconquerable soul and a country singer who loved hard (what a combo, no?). Her namesake has painted the lens through which I see the children I serve,especially the Bluebonnet Children.
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Just recently a fifth-grade boy from a very troubled home came bounding down the hall, “Miss Meg! You walked by me without giving me a hug.” Disclaimer: I am not really a hugger. I’m more of a shoulder-tap-kind-of person; which this boy could care less about and gave me the biggest bear hug ever. As he hugged me, I prayed within, “Dear God, despite all odds, give him an unconquerable soul, may our church work so hard at loving him that his soil does not stand a chance at defining him.”

Pray, pray, pray! Pray fervently for the Bluebonnet Children in your midst. Not only does prayer sustain you and your church family as you serve, but from it will bloom the most resilient and faithful disciples. Build up those Bluebonnet Children, church! Seek ‘em out, invite ‘em in, pray ‘em up, and teach ‘em to stand firm on the Truth expressed by the apostle Paul:

“  If God is for us, who can be against us?  He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things?  Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? 
It is God who justifies.  Who then is the one who condemns? No one. Christ Jesus who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? As it is written:

“For your sake we face death all day long;
    we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.”

No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

Questions to Ponder
  1. Is there a part of your story that forever altered your perspective in ministry? What fruit has been born from this mentality shift? 
  2. How could your story offer a healing touch to another? A fellow teammate? A child? A family member? An acquaintance you have yet to meet? 
  3. What would happen if the Bluebonnet Child in your midst knew you prayed for him/her? How might he/she act if he/she knew you earnestly believed he/she was more than a conqueror through Christ?


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Meg 

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Rooted; How Bad News Enhanced My Calling


Every night my daughter and I have a mini-worship service in her room. I doubt she would ever define it as that, but it is one in my mind. After books are read, and a lullaby or two sung, we rock a little longer just so I can get a good hold on the moment before it passes. A very artistic friend of mine painted an explosion of leaves on the ceiling above the rocker. It is truly the loveliest nook to read and rock.

Books used to be followed with a prayer while nursing (which in itself is a very holy experience), but now I carry her to her bed, tuck her in and then pray. With each stroke of the hair or scratch of the back, I say aloud the words of Saint Teresa of Avila.

“Let nothing disturb thee, nothing affright thee. All things are passing, God never changes. Patient endurance attains all things. Those who seek God shall never go wanting, 
God alone suffices.” 

My grandmother shared this prayer with me, and it is truly sacred to speak it with Henley. I then pray the Spirit would fill her with peace for the night and strength for the morning. And then when I sense my hovering over the crib has become borderline stalkerish, I quietly slip out.  Like many other couples, our child was once a mere dream-a mere prayer that was somewhat unlikely.

I am a carrier of trisomy thirteen, or should I say, I have a translocation between two of my chromosomes. (Be forewarned if you Google this horrific condition.) Like a Picasso painting, I have all of the correct chromosomes, but they are not put together properly. Fun fact: it actually shows only forty-five (versus the normal forty-six) chromosomes on my lab results; so that's good dinner conversation.
This not only made becoming pregnant quite difficult, but it also made the actual pregnancy one of high-risk. Throughout the different visits with genetic counselors, the CVS test, and then the following procedures, I felt a divine nudge that she would be all. She. Was. It. Henley June is the only child that I will have naturally.

Thankfully my husband felt the same nudge. We were so richly blessed with the knowledge of my condition beforehand, and, well, not to sound cliche, we felt that with this knowledge came great responsibility. There are times in life when God whispers, “You choose, my child.” And then there are other times when  God proclaims, “My child, I have chosen.”

It was during this time that my loved ones seemed more fertile than ever. In my brokenness, bitter jealousy ensued.  I too had visions of a bustling house full of children. I would pray these faithless feelings away. Over time the Holy Spirit convicted me that time spent comparing my story to them was a waste of my own holy moments.   Yes-the loud houses of many children were beautiful, but my house would be as well, and in more ways than I could have ever imagined.  It was at this point of conviction that I surrendered to the will of the Spirit. (That’s usually the way it goes, right?)

As I lay on the operating bed in the final step of ensuring my funky chromosomes would never taint a zygote-

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Meg