Beauty on the Backroads

Stories of grace for life's unexpected turns

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Connected

It’s been too long. Those of you who know our family well or follow us on Facebook know that on December 2 we were blessed with a son, Corban Ranard, who weighed in at 9 lbs. 10 oz. and was 21 inches long. After the weeks and months of anxiety and waiting, he arrived just a few hours after his due date, via C-section, which was a fearful prospect before it happened but actually turned out to be not so bad. The last month has been full of family visits, holiday celebrations and adjusting to life as a family of four.

Even though we live 700 miles from family and most of our friends, we were truly blessed to have our parents present before and after Corban’s birth to help with household chores and even to give Phil and me a week without a toddler before we traveled home for the holidays. I don’t know how we would have done it without them. We delayed reality for a while, but it was a great help to have so much support during my recovery.

I’ve had lots of time to think, even if I don’t have lots of time to publish those thoughts. One thought I wanted to share came to me while I watched my dad try to fix our strands of Christmas lights as we decorated our tree. Of the two strands, only half of one worked, which would have made for a dimly lit tree. While Phil was out running errands, and picking up two new boxes of lights, my dad set out on a search for the lights that were causing the problem. After a diligent search of both strands, he found the problem on one strand and fixed it so that all the lights worked. The nonworking half of the second strand was beyond repair, so he cut it off and wrapped the exposed wire on the working strand.

The second strand reminds me of the church or what the Bible calls the body of Christ. The purpose of a strand of lights is to shine, as is the purpose of the body. “You are the light of the world,” Jesus tells his disciples. And like the strand of lights, we’re all connected. So, if one member experiences a problem, it affects the rest. Yet, I wonder, how many of us are like the half strand that was working, happily shining our lights, not knowing that the rest of the strand was dark, affecting the overall brightness of our light?

“For the body is not one member, but many. … And if one member suffers, all the members suffer with it; if one member is honored, all the members rejoice with it. Now you are Christ’s body, and individually members of it.” — 1 Corinthians 12:14, 26-27

The body of Christ, His church, is only as bright as the weakest member. I can’t effectively show the light of Jesus if other members of the church are struggling to even light in the first place. I’m praying for open eyes to see the unlit lights around me and for wisdom to help them shine again.

True hope

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.” — Proverbs 3:5-6 (NIV)

I can quote this verse, but I forget, sometimes, to claim its truth and live it out. It’s been a rough couple of weeks with the pregnancy, not because of any problems really, but because of expectations and false hopes.
Last week, at 37 weeks, I was barely dilated, but the doctor was hopeful that something would be happening soon. Other mommy friends told me their stories and I started to get excited that maybe we’d have a baby by the end of the week. On Friday, after timing contractions for an hour between 4 and 5 a.m., I woke Phil up, certain we’d be heading to the hospital. As I sat on the couch, though, just to be sure I was feeling what I was feeling, the contractions stopped. And as the day went on, life resumed to normal. Disappointment set in as I refreshed my memory about the signs of false labor. Then, I got angry. So, I took out my frustrations on the dishes and anything else I thought needed a good cleaning. And I wore myself out.
At my next appointment, I went in with the hope that my cervical dilation would have progressed in the last week only to find out that really nothing had happened. Same dilation, same belly measurement, and now the doctor was talking possible C-section if the baby didn’t drop soon. We did have another ultrasound to measure the baby’s growth, and he or she is not quite 8 lbs. yet, so the news wasn’t all bad.
I left the appointment in tears, with more disappointment and frustration taking control of my attitude. After rejoicing that we made it past the 35-week mark, I’ve convinced myself that this baby is never going to be born, even though I’m still two weeks from my due date. I’ve allowed the doctor appointments, and even other birth experiences, to build my expectations and set me up for false hope. Not that anyone has intended to do that; I’ve just been willing to cling to any kind of hope that the baby will be here sooner than my due date.
Even the doctor this week, though, said he wished he had a crystal ball and could tell me what was going to happen. As I’ve thought more about the past couple of weeks, I’m being reminded that even though the doctor can’t tell me for certain what will happen and my friends’ birth experiences won’t necessarily be mine, I have a Father in Heaven who knows EXACTLY how this pregnancy will end. He knows the time, day, place and circumstances. And though I wish He would let me in on some of that, I have no other option but to trust that His timing is perfect and will be perfect and there’s a reason for all this waiting. I cannot trust in what I know, what my friends know or even 100 percent in what the doctors know because none of us is God Almighty.
And I have to remember that the hope I have in Christ is “an anchor for the soul, firm and secure.” (Hebrews 6:19, NIV) When I cling to this hope, I will not be tossed about, emotionally or spiritually, but can wait with confidence for Him.
Easy? No, but neither is freaking out and placing my hope in news that seems to change from week to week. Firm and secure. That’s what I need. That’s what I’ve been lacking.
As the hymn says, “On Christ the Solid Rock, I stand. All other ground is sinking sand.” Amen. And Amen.