BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAM. It is close to midnight on a clear dark April night.
“What is that,” I cried, as my heart pounded out of my chest? After a few seconds, I realize that not only is my heart pounding, but someone is pounding on my front door. I race to my girls bedroom, peak out their window and find a tall, muscular, strange man, standing at the door. With a nasty scowl on his face, he pounds the door a second time, BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAM. He furiously rings the doorbell 13 times. Who is this man and what does he want? Should we open the door? Does he need help? What do I do about my two little girls sleeping peacefully? How should we protect them? He seems intoxicated and ticked off. I call 911 and approximately five minutes after banging on my door, he is still standing there, and I am still holding my breath. I cry out to God for help. The man finally turns and walks away. Police eventually arrive after seven minutes and say we are the only people to report suspicious activity of this man. The following day at 5:30pm the intense pounding startles me once again. I race my girls upstairs and watch him flee on his motorcycle. Police show up. They still can’t find him. Who is he? Why is this happening to my non-confrontational family? I am experiencing the beginning stages of my worst nightmare. I am scared out of my mind. My heart won’t stop racing. Adrenaline fills my body when I’m in my own home. I am now in a position to choose fear or choose to trust God. Here is what I’m realizing as each day presses on.
Where would I be without suffering? Meaning, if my life were all about good times, how would I live out every day? My initial answer is, “ Hellooooo”, life would be the best adventure ever, filled with fun, great relationships, laughter, and amazement. It’s hard to think my life would be anything else but worth celebrating daily. When I think back on some of the greatest moments in my life I think of performing, teaching choreography, church camp, and being baptized. I think about falling in love in high school, again in college, and finally falling hard for my one true love Daniel. I always love our date nights! I also remember tropical cruises and gorgeous vacations with my family and friends. College graduation was a major thrill. I loved celebrating my mom’s first day without cancer, planning and living out my perfect wedding day, and welcoming my two little miracles into our lives. I loved teaching high school, moving to Ohio from California (crazy enough), coffee dates with friends, and Sunday mornings. When I think of happiness and what life should be about, these moments stand out.
So what would my life be with suffering? Well, my initial answer is a life of feeling dark, depressed, anxious, restless, lonely, and in reality, not worth living for. A few trials I’ve faced in my life include my brother’s tragic death, dropping out of college, gaining weight, depression, watching my mom suffer breast cancer, and watching my dad wither away with stomach cancer. Of course within the last year, I’ve suffered the loss of my grandpa, aunt, and daddy in just a few short months. Most recently I’m suffering the fear of a mystery violent man banging on my door.
So what? So through what moments have I felt my strongest sense of purpose, sense of drive, sense of hope, sense of motivation, and sense of life? It sounds insane to say, but it hasn’t been in the happiest moments of my life. It has been through persevering trials over the last decade that have brought about the most joy. Eleven years ago when my mom was diagnosed with typhlitis, a deadly side effect of chemotherapy, we thought she couldn’t survive. I didn’t know what to do. I felt so lost. At 22 years old, I had been living the previous four years away from home, in freedom, doing anything and everything I wanted. I hadn’t been to church in years; I didn’t think I needed God daily. I only prayed when I wanted something, and I didn’t know much of the Bible beyond the same basic stories I heard in Sunday School growing up. Yet it was in this quiet lonely fearful moment in her hospital room that all I knew to do was open up my Bible, desperate for healing and answers. I didn’t know where or who else to turn to. It was a moment when I eagerly asked God to point me to inspiring scripture. So I sat there clueless, closed my eyes, flipped the page, and began reading where my eyes opened? This seemed ridiculous at the time but by His mercy and great compassion, he led me to James 1:2-4. In this scripture, James, the brother of Jesus, tells us, “Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters,[a] whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.” As I read this scripture, it gave me a new hope. This quiet moment in the corner of ICU room 210 was a game changer in this story called life.
Recently our pastor, Shawn Spradling referred to the following quote in his Sunday morning message. Written by Randy Alcorn, he said, “Lets be honest; virtually everyone who has suffered little and has been sheltered from life is shallow, unmotivated, self absorbed, and lacking in character. You know it and so do I. Yet we do everything we can to avoid challenges, both to our children and ourselves. And if we succeed in our avoidance, we’ll develop in ourselves, and our children, the sort of character we least admire.” This harsh quote was hard to swallow. I pushed back at first. But once I took it in and have looked at my past, I now realize how true it is.
2012 has been a wonderful year so far. In the 4 months leading up to this recent scare, I have hardly suffered at all. Life has been simple, peaceful, and carefree. In these moments, I’ve been easily distracted with my own routine and my own agenda. I am once again reminded of the importance of sharing Jesus’ love, peace, grace, protection, and power. With Easter passing, I can’t help but think of how Jesus suffered selfishly, endured bloody beatings, humiliation, and a slow torturous death on the cross, all to take away my sin, and make me right with God.
After taking time to read my Bible more regularly, I’m able to see God’s “slow to anger, abounding in love” nature in the lives of so many people. In Psalm 118, it talks about God hearing our cries and protecting us from harm. The following verses are a few highlights that have been comforting me in this time of uncertainty. “The Lord is with me; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me? The Lord is with me; he is my helper. I will look in triumph on my enemies…This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it…Give thanks to the Lord for he is good; his love endures forever.”
Friends, if any of you are facing fears or trials right now, or suffering in any way, I hope you know that in all situations, nothing can separate you from Jesus’ promises and unconditional love. I may still wrestle fear, but in the end, I choose to trust in His truth. Jesus tells us in John 16:33,“In this world you will have trouble, but take heart, I have overcome the world." Love to you all today!