Monday, July 30, 2018

There is always a cost.

It's very easy to wander through life without a clear understanding of what people give to keep your  family safe. Sometimes it is those that make the least that do the most for us--and we often don't know their names or what they have given up for our safety.

We are in the midst of terrible fires here in California, for the umpteenth summer in a row. My amazing son-in-law is a fireman for the California Forest Service and we could not be more proud. We know what it means because just this week, several firemen have given their lives trying to save others' homes and families. It wrecks the heart to hear of these deaths--a fallen tree or a flashover that kills with swiftness. These men have families waiting for them. Wives that keep going at jobs or at home with children hoping and praying that they don't get that knock on the door.

I know and love men in the blue uniform that literally put their lives on the line every single day of their work life. That takes a different sort of human being in my mind. These people are sheepdogs--unwilling to let another do the work of saving lives in their place. We have lost several just this week to crimes that pale in comparison to the loss of a precious young life loved by many.

These are the servants that give until they have no more to give.

Then there are those in the service of our country; our brave men and women in uniform in all levels of the military. I am keenly aware of the sacrifice because I have two serving. There isn't anything that gives you clarity like knowing your children could be one of those in a foreign land standing up for those who cannot stand for themselves. My son begins his Crucible tonight and in 54 hours will have earned his Eagle, Globe, and Anchor. My daughter is a Marine already learning to serve in her chosen job. There are simply no words to fill this space that can describe what it feels like to be a mom to brave and amazing children. It is the ever-present mix of fierce pride and joy in their capability and that terrible ache knowing what could be.

If I was not a Christian that utterly and unreservedly embraces the sovereignty of the Living God, Jesus Christ in risen form, I might be overcome. But I can be more than a conqueror through Jesus. It doesn't mean I don't struggle or fear or worry because I am human and I absolutely do all those things. What it means is that I can, each and every day, go back to the Risen Lord, confess my sin, and ask for His everyday help to keep going. I know that while there is life, there is hope in Jesus, and that He is in charge, sovereignly moving in all areas of the world and each and every life, every single minute of every single day. He is my rest and He is my joy. I am so grateful.

So tonight, and for the rest of the days of my life, I will pray to the Lord for the life and salvation of my children and those that do not yet know the peace of Christ that passes all understanding. I will walk each day knowing that God will give me what I need to walk in, and it will be for His glory, and my good--every single day of my life. I am so terribly grateful for this life. So terribly grateful for the breadth and depth of the love of Jesus to those that seek Him. Do you seek Him? He is found by those that do.

Seek the Lord while he may be found; 
call upon him while he is near;
let the wicked forsake his way,
and the unrighteous man his thoughts;
let him return to the Lord, that he may have compassion on him,
and to our God, for he will abundantly pardon.
-Isaiah 55:6-7

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