First of all, sorry for the long hiatus I took from writing. I am two weeks into my final semester of my Undergraduate career
and it has been crazy. This one is going to be short and sweet.
Growing up under good teaching both in church and from my parents has helped me to learn many of the right answers about life and God. I can tell you that God is sovereign and in control. I can explain election and predestination… a little
I can discuss the importance of community and close relationships. Thankfully, time and time again God brings me to a place where my “theology” runs smack into my life. It puts me into places where I question the way I actually live and think about God. For example, when the doctrine of God’s sovereignty collided with my life some 29 weeks ago I was forced to look at my heart. I had to decide if my decision to continue to purposefully not have kids was in fact trusting God’s sovereignty and glorifying him. After some prayer and seeking God, Tabitha and I decided that we were not trusting God with this part of our life. So, ultimately we are now 29 weeks pregnant and once again God brought another bit of my theology to collide with what I know about God and how I act accordingly. For 22 years I have been hearing about how God provides for his children. And for 22 years he definitely has provided for me. Even as Tabitha and I pursued God’s leading in our lives to get married at the ripe old age of 19, we saw him provide in ways that blew our minds. But things in my own head took a drastic change when I started thinking about providing for a baby. Part of the struggle was me fighting against what our culture said we needed and what I thought we needed. I confess I began to worry about how I would provide. I remember starting the registry process for baby showers and being overwhelmed by prices and what everybody (believers included) said we “needed.” I remember spending some significant time about a month ago praying asking God to calm my heart and to help me trust in him and him alone. Over the next few days God gave me peace and helped me to trust that he would indeed take care of me and my family. Now God didn’t give me a big raise (in fact my income continues to slowly lower). I didn’t win the lottery the next week either…although you have to play the lottery to win it ![]()
No, kept me dependent and showed me more of how the church should work. About 20 minutes ago I walked into our babies room I looked around. Let me tell you what I saw. I saw all kinds of toys, mats to play on, and other things to play with. I saw a baby bath, and a bouncer seat. I see madela breast pump and piles of blankets, burp cloths, and other linens. I open up the dresser and see clothes for newborns, 3-6 m, and even a few 6-12 m things. I see a crib and a matching changing table/dresser. Tabitha and I have not spent a dime on any of this. Most of it is from fellow brothers and sisters in Christ, and a few things are from my coworkers. I have watched God provide all if this and I gladly give him all of the credit.
I praise you God for working in my heart to trust you in this. I praise you for working in the hearts of others to hold on to things loosely and to remember that everything we have is really yours. Lord I do ask that you would continue to bring me to times and places where I am challenged to live the way your scriptures call me to. May my family continue to trust in you for everything! We have way more than we need God, please forgive me for my lack of trust!