Wow. It’s difficult for me to put into words the sequence of events over the past twelve years of my life to even allow me to write this post. So, I will ask God to put the words into my mouth so that I can relay the enormity of what lead up to the events that transpired last night. It is a testimony bigger than me.
My husband and I were married 12 years ago. We were both in a place of spiritual emptiness and were starving for, well, Jesus. Both of us were raised in church, I guess I was at church every time the doors were open. So we met and on our first date, we knew we were soul mates. We took out our Bible, lay on the bed, and read it for hours. We haven’t been apart since that day.
My husband lived on a small farm along with his parents and his brother’s family, all in different houses but in relative proximity to one another. We got married, I moved to the farm, and the rest is history as they say.
We had 2 beautiful kids and began our journey together. We went to church, prayed daily, and instilled Christian values in our children.
But Satan, that old devil, just shows up in all types of situations and forms. He uses your weaknesses and your situations to try to pry you away from God. In our circumstance it was my husband’s family where he decided to show up. Remember, he’ll use anything and anyone to break your bond with God when he thinks you’re getting too close to Him. And that’s exactly what he did.
For the past twelve years we have been placed flat center in the middle of two lost families and it hurts so badly.
My husband’s parents believe in God, they just really don’t want to talk about Him, they don’t want to live in a Christian manner with their filthy and hurtful words. Alcohol is O.K., they just basically live for themselves, are never willing to help anyone except my brother-in-law’s family. They are ‘takers’ and not ‘givers’.
Not to be boastful, and giving all the glory to God, my husband, myself and my children are givers. We have helped those two families in every way imaginable without the expectation of anything in return. And believe me, we have never even received a ‘thank you’ or an ounce of gratitude, for the most part.
OK, so I have grown to literally accept nothing from these families and we just made up our minds to continue to do what was right through God’s eyes, loving those who persecuted us, although I’ll admit that sometimes it is quite hard to do. No matter how many times we have been cursed at, belittled, or offended, we would always be the family to give, when we had no money or resources we would give our time. I find that not too many people recognize others’ needs and actually do something about it anymore. It seems like if you are having financial problems, the person helping you always needs to know how you got in this situation, how you are going to use the money, somehow they suddenly have this ‘power’ over you because of your downfall. That’s why when I help someone out, I try to do it before they have to ask me so they don’t have to feel humiliated even more by their unexpected circumstances.
So, for the past twelve years we have endured so much, but God says that He will never give us more than we can bear, and I believe Him. Regardless of the way they have been I have continued to pray for both families, nearly everyday, for God to intervene in this situation.
Slowly, little by little, I have watched God work. There were times when I felt like Moses in the wilderness, wondering if God was even hearing me, after all, I am not any better than them, the only difference between us is that we are ‘scared’ of God, and that we don’t want to disappoint God, although often we do, and I often think that they don’t consider God in their decisions.
One month ago, nearly to the day, my husband’s parents house burned. Although we live on the same farm, we couldn’t see it because of how our houses are situated. We received that dreaded ‘middle of the night’ phone call. My in-laws had made it out of their home safely, but had lost everything. Despite the shock of the situation, I knew right then and there that this was it. This was the pinnacle moment of God’s intervention.
And so it began. Although they had shown such favoritism to my brother-in-law’s family, guess who they stayed with? Us! And right at that moment, I knew that we had lived in the middle of these families for a reason and God had us right where we He wanted us.
So they stayed for a week before getting a hotel for which their insurance paid. My mother-in-law was hospitalized the day after they left because she had pneumonia from the smoke that she inhaled. They have had problems with their insurance company, I mean it has been one bad event after another for them.
I would often hear my not-so-nice mother-in-law ask, ‘ Why are all of these bad things happening to me, I haven’t killed any one?’ And I’ve thought, well, you sort of have killed a lot of people with your vicious tongue. At least she was thinking about the connection to her circumstance and God. And, she had slightly humbled herself in the past couple of weeks since the fire.
However, once they had received a little money from the insurance company her humility subsided. She came to my house yesterday and started in on my husband and daughter, belittling and degrading them until I was so embarrassed I left the room. I thought, ‘No, I am not going to stand by and listen to this attack, especially after all we had done for them’, and so I came back into the room and started talking about God. I could sense and see on her face that she did not want to hear God’s name at that moment because He was convicting her ugliness. She let us know that she knew the Bible and we didn’t need to tell her anything. We told her we were just having a discussion and it wasn’t a matter of who knew more. Regardless, she didn’t like it and left.
Which brings me back to the happenings of last night. A few hours after she left, my son, my husband and I turned on Netflix and the featured movie was God’s Not Dead. Awesome, moving movie I must say. At the end of the movie, Willie Robertson from Duck Dynasty came on and asked everyone to text to their contact list, God’s Not Dead. And so we did, it was 10:16 pm and my husband sent this message to both his mom and dad. As soon as his mom received the message she called to attack my husband for sending such a message without explanation. She was really getting started on this rant, when at that moment I heard a loud noise in the background, at which time his mother humbly said, ‘ I have to go, there is a fire alarm at the hotel’. My husband and I couldn’t believe it. It was as if God stopped her rant in her tracks and screamed, ‘Haven’t you learned anything from your ordeal? Your son is emailing you about ME and this is how you treat him? Oh no you’re not!’ God’s power was so evident in that moment it was palpable. We knew that she knew it as well.
So, I can honestly say, God’s Not Dead….Really!
Please leave a comment below to start a discussion about this topic, I would love to hear your stories and comments.
And remember, whatever your circumstance, This Is The Life!