And She Walked Away
We spent a half week with all nine of the children and the twelve grandchildren. The occasion was our son’s wedding. Tears threatened when the boys, now men, stood as groomsmen for their brother. The struggle of our grandson to stay awake and the relaxed attitude in one of the boy’s suits served to prevent a flood watch. Of course the joyous days ended. Goodbyes were said. Hugs given. Blessings for safe travels under the Lord’s care went with them all.
As I sit in the quiet of the morning, the flood watch has become a warning. I am in need of a lesson our son brought in a chapel address. It was a message of both admonition and comfort. The words repeatedly sustained me throughout the long winter of Kaylee’s illness. I find I am in need of it once more. For how easily does a mother, grandmother, say prayers for her children and walk away?
And She Walked Away!
As Matthew stated in his chapel address, they are simple easily overlooked words. When Mary saw the need, she brought it to Jesus’ attention and left. She walked away. The problem of the wine was in His hands.
O me of little faith! Faith finds the first action nearly automatic. It pushes the invitation “Call upon Me in the day of trouble…” into overdrive. Yes, I am weary. Yes, the burden is heavy. Yes, I lift my eyes up to the hills. While I struggle with the problem, the promises scroll as a tag line across my consciousness. “God is my refuge and strength.” “Flee for refuge to His infinite mercy.” “Lo, I am with you always.” They are a tremendous comfort and an invitation to walk through the storm on the sea of His promises.
But that is where I drift into failure. Like Peter, my focus too often remains on the waves of anxiety and the winds of fear. The oppressive clouds smother me, I cringe at each bolt of lightning, while the thunder is impossible to ignore. I want relief. I want it immediately. I think my ideas are worth vastly more than two cents. Scenarios, suggestions, and solutions stall me in a relentless and futile circle I refuse to leave. Sleepless nights and divided focus days result.
Really? Even two cents are two too many. “Know that the LORD, He is God; it is He who hath made us, and not we ourselves…” (Ps. 100:3) “When I consider the heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars which You have ordained…” (Ps 8:3) “All things were made through Him…” (John 1:3)
I am in need of a Job moment. “Who is this who darkens counsel by words without knowledge?” (Job 38:2) Smell the coffee. Focus on Christ. Listen to the rest of the story. “Call upon me in the day of trouble and I will deliver you.” (Ps 50:15) He’s got it. He does not ask me to participate in the solution for my problems or those of my loved ones. My two cents are worthless and unnecessary. Like a stubborn two year old, I tend to resent the fact I do not “got it.”
Note to self- keep eyes focused on Jesus. See the cross shine above, through and beyond the storm. He got that for us. No two cents of mine aided His atoning death. No words of mine brought Him from the tomb. The lesson is simple, wait with expectation for His time. Throw the concerns at His feet and walk away. He’s got it.
(Note: I would have featured a family picture from the wedding, if I had one. I have been informed some are on Facebook. The picture will be updated when I receive one.)
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We spent a half week with all nine of the children and the twelve grandchildren. The occasion was our son’s wedding. Tears threatened when the boys, now men, stood as groomsmen for their brother. The struggle of our grandson to stay awake and the relaxed attitude in one of the boy’s suits served to prevent..Read More ›