Here I am enroute back from Haiti, driving from Vancouver to
Kelowna, alone in my car as I seem to have been plagued with the same virus
some of our kids did from Haiti. I leave
my family there to enjoy the family celebration of my mother in laws 70th not wanting to risk spreading it to
anyone else. My daughter holds me to say
goodbye and I can’t stop crying in her embrace.
I feel so weak, so sick and just needing to get home to my bed. It’s been weeks.
As I sit in the car and listen to worship music I just
continue to bawl, feeling so utterly broken in so many ways. I feel as if I can’t stop. Similar to the way I tell my fitness classes
to exhale every ounce of stale breath until your lungs are completely empty THEN
proceed to inhale… I sense the parallel with my own spirit being completely
poured out.
“What’s wrong with me?”
I wonder. “What is it?” Is it that I finally can be true to my own
soul now, having completed the task of leading and protecting our group into
the unknown world of Haiti? Is it the
sadness I feel for the poor and the Haitian kids -prisoners to their country,
when we gallivant and roam freely in luxuries of kings and queens. Why was I
born here in Canada? Or am I just so forlorn with my own selfishness and how I
can complain about everything, when I really have nothing to complain
about. I contemplate the frailty of my
own life. How poured out I feel and how
weak. Feeling so vulnerable at this
time, I have nothing to give and all I can do is cry.
And then I just begin to pour my heart to the Lord. Confessing my own selfishness and pride,
hating our sinful nature and wanting to step out of it, to be used more for
Him, for His glory. Realizing the less I
hold to anything here; clinging to worthless idols, the more I become free to
be used powerfully by the hand of God.
Instantly my human thoughts are fearful and think, “People will take
advantage of you and use you”… and yet I feel His Spirit through me, diffusing
that with, “Do it unto Me (God) and you will never worry about how they react
or behave for you will be more caught up with my sheer delight in your
obedience.”
He’s right. I feel
Him so close to me as we drive through the mountains in deep fellowship, my
heart so tender to Him. He then reminds
me of how He was the “manna from heaven; the true bread of life”. And I just had this picture of the way
Haitians would flock to one who had food or water in desperate need. And how the Lord is that offering to me… to
you. He wants me to run to His body and
feed on Him daily. That’s all that
matters. That everyone would find life
and life abundantly from the true source.
“This is eternal life that they would KNOW you the only true God and
Jesus Christ whom you have sent” (John 17).
As my tears slowly subsided I found myself again declaring, “Lord, I
want to “KNOW you and to make you KNOWN.
Please provide more grace to live so sold out to you that things matter
so little to me.” As I said this, the
song by Casting Crowns called “Thrive” came on.
I was in awe as I really listened to the lyrics of that song. He was answering me.
Thrive
Here in this
worn and weary land
Where many a
dream has died
Like a tree
planted by the water
We never
will run dry
So living
water flowing through
God, we
thirst for more of You
Fill our
hearts and flood our souls with one desire
Just to know
You and to make You known
We lift Your
name on high.
Shine like the sun, make
darkness run and hide
. We know we were
made for so much more than ordinary lives.
Its time for us to more than just survive.
We were made to thrive
Into Your
word, were digging deep
, To know our Father’s heart
Into the
world, were reaching out, To show them who You are
Joy
unspeakable, faith unsinkable
Love
unstoppable, anything is possible
How He used this Haiti trip, this reality and even now my
own frailty to simply break me to this point of feeling Him so tenderly. We spoke the whole 4 hours, with the last
hour just listening to His words through the bible I have in my car on cd. No cell phone, no snack, no person, no stop,
would allure me from the sweet presence that He had reclaimed. Not only in my car but, more importantly on
His fresh, clean throne seat of my tender heart.







