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I was trying to fix my family and nothing was working. Everything was out of my control. My prayer life consisted of one recurring phrase - Oh, God, please help me. My daily conversation with my husband was mostly - What are we going to do now?
We had a rebellious, unmanageable son and seemed to have no hope for resolution. We'd tried everything we could think of. Our marriage was a mess. I was a mess. Our ministry seemed like it might be over.
Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we faint not 2 Corinthians 4:1
Some how I was determined to not faint, to not give up, but how to do that seemed beyond my capabilities. I felt that God could not use me at this time. It seemed better to lay low, stay under the radar, and try to keep what was happening quiet, riding out the storm. If I was a treasure in the Potter's hands, I was chipped and broken. What use was I?
But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost... For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord; and ourselves your servants for Jesus' sake. 2 Corinthians 4:3 & 5
I really wasn't sure, but I was determined to let my light shine - somehow, someway. I decided to volunteer at the public high school where my boy went to on most days, at least when he wasn't skipping out and sitting at the nearby city park with buds. I looked for opportunities to minister to my own soul and found a weekly prayer group for mothers that met at the church beside our temporary residence. I confided in a few choice friends about what was happening in our family. I fixed food for my wild son's very wild friends and invited them in our door. I worked harder to care for my other boys' needs. I wrote down 3 daily gratitudes - any little thing for which I could be thankful. I subscribed to a daily encouragement email from a parent of prodigals group. I looked for hope wherever I could.
For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ. But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us. verses 6 & 7
I gotta tell you, not a whole lot changed on the homefront. I was barely keeping afloat.
We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed; verses 8 & 9
I remember seeing a phrase - "As long as there is life, there is hope." I looked up verses on a regular basis about hope in the wee hours of the many sleepless nights. I began to focus all my thoughts on HOPE - hope in God's will, hope for a future, hope for now.
I believed, and therefore have I spoken; we also believe, and therefore speak; Knowing that he which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise up us also by Jesus, and shall present us with you. verses 13 & 14
That old facade of a perfect little missionary mama gave way to honest answers about our situation, honest confessions of my own fault in the matter, and honest acceptance that it was not for me to fix it all. Finally one day I literally "gave it all to Jesus" while conversing with a dear friend. I asked God to take control. I stopped trying to make it all right. I gave things over to God and to my husband. I stopped worrying about the cracks in my ceramic face.
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For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God. For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory 2 Corinthians 4:15 - 17
Most sites that talk about post-traumatic stress say that with time most people begin to function normally after the trauma is over. I began to feel better before all the craziness was done as I gave myself over to God to be used in spite of my old cracked pottery body. God can use messed-up, dirty, old, crack-ed pots... inspite of our shortcomings and problems and because of our problems.
Byron and I found some many people were in our shoes that needed a words of encouragement. So many people were impressed that we decided to return to our mission work in spite of all that had happened. People who would never have given us the time of day before began to open up. We had changed, our home had changed. We weren't perfect, but we found that God, the Great Potter, could still use us.
In 2 Corinthians 4 I see my own story. God delights in using imperfect vessels , broken, messed up crack pots. When I stopped trying to cover up all the bad stuff that was happening with our family, God began to use me in a new and brighter way. God began to work when I gave in to being a imperfect, cracked pot. God can use you, too, when you open up, let down your hair and let Him use even your imperfections, your fears and forgiven sins!
When Byron and I started opening up and telling our story – we found there were many other parents in the same spot, many with no hope, who thought they were all alone. Maybe there's someone who needs to hear and see your cracks today so God through His power can shine through the holes in your facade.
Byron and I don't have all the answers about prodigal children. We are thankful that God Himself worked in our boy's heart and life. God kept our boy safe during three long years. Today God shines through in his life and in his family. And we are so thankful. We did nothing, God did everything.
God delights in using unusual pieces of great worth.
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