Does Your Soul Thirst?

By: Kristianne Stewart
Posted: August 25, 2015

In a wooden farmhouse, somewhere in rural Ohio, there’s a palpable hope. Everyone entering Richard and Pam’s home feels it envelope them like a warm, familiar hug that squeezes out the hurts and presses in the love of Christ. Pam’s showing us all, when we trust Christ, there’s no blind faith because believing is her only way of seeing.

With hands of love, one by one, Pam’s blessing our family and friends by individually praying over them and anointing them with oil. 

That’s Pam’s mercy legacy. If you’re a homeless person or a tagless animal, you have a home at the Stewart’s. I never quite understood this. One day, exasperated and guilt ridden over my lack of mercy, I blurted out. “I know God is going to punish me by putting me in charge of homeless people in Heaven.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen my sister in law laugh so hard. Pam smiled and responded, “Kristianne, there won’t be any homeless people in Heaven!” I missed this fact that our eternal home is guaranteed, prime real estate but Pam never has. Through the years, I’ve watched in awe as Pam has invited people into her home and Christ’s mansion.

This week, Pam’s oncologist told her that the current treatment wasn’t working. Our Pam is a fighter. They talked of testing for a chemo drug that would work when Pam regains her strength. Pam, her husband Richard, and our family want everyone to know how grateful we are for your prayers and words of encouragement. We’re thankful for your chorus to Heaven for her healing and relief from her pain.

In Psalm 42, those who were homeless and hopeless, with cracked souls and parched hearts found healing in God alone. They put their hope in God like we are as a family, praising Him for all He’s done, and continues to do.

Agape,

Kristianne

Kristianne is a writer, speaker and founder of Compassion That Compels. Her life of love is filled to overflowing for her husband Royal, and their daughters Grace and Annelise. Collecting people and gardening are among her passions. Painting lives in brilliant hues of God’s love and compassion is her purpose. Email kristianne@compassionthatcompels.org Join Kristianne on Facebook Compassion That Compels. Follow her on Twitter Kristiannefaith and Instagram 

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The One Thing

By: Kristianne Stewart
Posted: August 18, 2015

As I sifted through the Internet, I came across a forgiveness program based on a series of studies showing people the ways to forgiveness. Through their research, nine steps to forgiveness were formulated. It wasn't the nine steps that grabbed me, but rather the "psychological disclaimer at the bottom of the page." “The practice of forgiveness has been shown to reduce anger, hurt, depression and stress and leads to greater feelings of hope, peace, compassion and self confidence. Practicing forgiveness leads to healthy relationships as well as physical health. It also influences our attitude which opens the heart to kindness, beauty, and love." I was intrigued. The program had merit but really, true forgiveness can be achieved through nine steps and some intense seminars?  I quickly realized that it wasn’t forgiveness, but unforgiveness that mires us to pain. Living in unforgiveness leaves Jesus out, and ushers in the dark side of human emotion. 

Sarah had a hard life-pregnant and married at fifteen. Divorced, then remarried, two more children, divorced again. She was devastated when her father died, the only man who had shown her unconditional love. Sarah was very close to her two brothers, especially the younger one. So when he married, she wasn’t really happy about sharing him with anyone, especially with his wife, Kelly.

Kelly’s life was filled with brokenness and poor choices-saved at twenty-seven, married at thirty. Kelly envisioned gatherings with her in-laws like a Christian/ Norman Rockwell scene. Right? Wrong! Sarah was bitter and only tolerated Kelly because of her brother’s child, her only niece. Kelly was just as bitter and not any better. Her tangled heart was full of unforgiveness, just like Sarah’s.

Distance and time didn’t improve their relationship. One day, Kelly received a call that she would always remember. It was the day that Sarah’s cancer collided with Kelly’s Christianity, propelling her into action. Kelly picked up the phone and called Sarah. “Sarah, you will never be alone. I’m going to help you.”

They were an unlikely pair in the treatment center. They laughed and they healed together. On a surgery day, Sarah handed Kelly an envelope, “Open during Surgery”. Kelly waited and read a letter filled with a love that caused Kelly’s life to change, because there was no room for unforgiveness in a terminal diagnosis. At Sarah’s funeral, her small group leader read from her prayer journal.

“Forgive each other. Love each other. It all comes down to that doesn’t it?”

What the forgiveness program left out was the why. Why forgive? What compels us to forgive? Or rather, who compels us to forgive? You may be thinking, I did forgive. But I can't let go. How many times do I have to do this? Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, "Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother when he sins against me? Up to seven times?" Jesus answered, "I tell you, not seven times, but seventy-seven times.” Matthew 18:21-22.

There may be some of you that keep the forgiveness tally, and have surely hit the seventy-seven mark and still counting.

Now, I know some of you are reading this saying, “I can’t do that. You don’t know what I’ve been through.” You’re right, and I don’t know. And you don’t know what I’ve been through-but God does. He even knew when it all happened. He still asks you to forgive.

“Father forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.” Luke 23:24.

I ask you to consider this, if you can’t forgive, have you ever really known the eternal blessing of forgiveness? “For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.” Matthew 6:14-15. It took me a while to understand it all too.

By the way, Sarah’s real name is Sonja, my precious sister-in- law. And Kelly, that’s me, Kristianne.

Agape,

Kristianne

Kristianne is a writer, speaker and founder of Compassion That Compels. Her life of love is filled to overflowing for her husband Royal, and their daughters Grace and Annelise. Collecting people and gardening are among her passions. Painting lives in brilliant hues of God’s love and compassion is her purpose. Email kristianne@compassionthatcompels.org Join Kristianne on Facebook Compassion That Compels. Follow her on Twitter Kristiannefaith and Instagram 

 

 

Celebrating Who I am Not!

By: Gwen Plauche
Posted: August 11, 2015

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There are a few brave stories on social media worth mentioning about this topic.  One lovely girl, laughed at for her large size while shopping, turned it around, posting a picture of herself in the same shirt that the scoffers had used in her ridicule.  Another young woman boldly wears her bikini during filming a statement recapping all the comments she has received regarding who she is not and why a girl her size should not wear a bikini.

 

Both of these girls held her heads high with big smiles on their faces.  Why?  They were celebrating who they were not.  

I recently had some serious discussions with God regarding this topic. I had sensed a lifting of an artificial identity, based on goals and desires I thought God wanted for me.  God reassured me that He wanted me as I am now, not who I think I should be.  The feeling was so liberating!  I sat in awe as I felt clumps of clay fall off the outside of this cracked clay jar of my life! 

We now have this light shining in our hearts, but we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure.  This makes it clear that our great power is from God, not from ourselves. 2 Corinthians 4:7 (NLT)

Those clumps of clay that fell off were worthy goals.  They were things I thought I needed to be doing.  God didn’t want me to be doing them and they blocked His light from shining as brightly as it could of.   I now see that these caused so much self-inflicted pain and weight on my shoulders.  No matter how hard I sincerely worked towards these goals; the joy was not there, the burden was not light, and the progress was not good.

Jesus said, “Come to Me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.  Take My yoke upon you.  Let me teach you, because I am humble and gentle at heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy to bear and the burden I give you is light.” Matthew 11:28-30 (NLT)

I have found Jesus’ words to be true that the burden He gives is light. It is light because the power needed to complete it comes from Him, not me.  Look again at the statement “Let me teach you, because I  (Jesus) am humble and gentle at heart.”  Who would not want to learn from someone with that attitude!  Sign me up!

Pause and think about how many self-inflicted goals you might be carrying around. Spend time with Jesus by meditating on scriptures and prayer. Offer your goals and plans to Him and allow him to cut away the burdens that you have placed on your shoulders that are not of Him. I look forward to hearing about your celebration!

Be blessed!

Gwen 

Gwen Plauche, aka Momma Gwen, is married to the greatest man on earth, mom to five (ages 18-28) and loves to find encouragement between the covers of her Bible. Stop by her blog www.MommaGwen.com and follow her on Twitter@MommaGwen.

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A Small Piece

By: Kristianne Stewart
Posted: August 3, 2015

My dad was the master of aeronautical grand adventures and I was his co-pilot. I remember the thrill of watching him reach across the dash of his airplane and shake out the accordion folds of his aeronautical map. He’d already set his flight plan in his log, but it was time to recheck the route while I gasped for fresh air from the window vent. Every grand adventure left map refolding up to me, which meant is was a placemat across my lap, holding Tollhouse cookie crumbs leading to the trail of adventure, two quadrants at a time. 

We were en route to Omaha, cloud busting the afternoon away, when a summer storm zipped lightning across our right wing. My dad nodded to me and I radioed the tower to reset the course. Our plan was to skirt the storm and as the weather increased in intensity, the sky blackened and we relied on our instrumentation. I got the nod again to radio the nearest tower. Nothing. After the third try, my dad took over and still nothing.

"Dad, they’re not responding. Can’t they hear us?"  He turned to me and said, "We’ve lost contact with the tower. Tighten your safety belt."  I looked down through a blur of fear, saw the dim instrument panel and grabbed my dad’s hand. We were lost, without any way to see or guide ourselves. A lightning strike had affected our instrument panel. 

God commands Joshua to BE STRONG and COURAGEOUS several times before laying out a divine route. Joshua had to act in faith because there certainly weren’t people movers stretched across the desert. In three days he would lead the Israelites into their Promised Land.

My dad’s speech was measured and careful. “I need you to be brave and to pray. God is going to protect us. Keep your eyes open and look for light, any piece.” The lump in my throat kept me from nodding my head but I wouldn’t cry because I was brave like my dad told me I needed to be.

I’d had my head pressed against the plexiglass window praying and looking for a little piece when something twinkled from below. "Dad, I see something! Just a little piece but I see it!” That little piece was all we needed. Our faith grew with the next piece and then a quiet peace settled in the cockpit of our plane. The microphone crackled in my headset as my dad talked with the air traffic controller. We were back on radar!

I learned through a summer storm what Joshua learned in a barren desert. Sometimes God will give you a small piece on your journey and by faith, you’ll have peace because He is with you wherever you go.

Agape,

Kristianne

Kristianne is a writer, speaker and founder of Compassion That Compels. Her life of love is filled to overflowing for her husband Royal, and their daughters Grace and Annelise. Collecting people and gardening are among her passions. Painting lives in brilliant hues of God’s love and compassion is her purpose. Email kristianne@compassionthatcompels.org Join Kristianne on Facebook Compassion That Compels. Follow her on Twitter Kristiannefaith and Instagram 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BEAUTIFUL Donna's Grace Race

By: Kristianne Stewart
Posted: July 26, 2015

This week we celebrate the life of our friend BEAUTIFUL Donna, who loved and served at Compassion That Compels. 

October 20, 2013, this email landed in my heart's inbox.

Hi Kristianne,

I just wanted to let you know that I am a recipient of one of your bags. What a lovely thought to help women with cancer and the story behind it was so touching. I have just started my journey with this and with your encouragement and those I met so far, I know I will alright (we met at Mike and Glori 's house a couple of years ago during one of their small groups).

Thank you, God bless you and your organization.

Donna Williams

Donna would be having a really good laugh right now. The night of that small group, she told me she turned to her husband Howell, and said, “Do you think she ever stops talking?” Um…no Donna and I know you’re not here but I want to let our friends know how grateful I am for you. 

Thank you for being my friend and never complaining when I talked too much. I will miss you. I have so many memories of you and our many laughs over why I would never let you use the sharp pink scissors:) AND giving away your apron for the cause. You always teased me about giving up the pink apron, but it was so you to pour open your heart for another person to receive the blessings.

However, I consider my life worth nothing to me; my only aim is to finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me—the task of testifying to the good news of God’s grace.  Acts 20:24

We are all here today because in some capacity, Donna served us and we ran her grace race with her. For over a year and half, we have all been part of her victory lap. Donna was a quiet hero, facing cancer with bravery, uncomplaining. On Dec. 26, 2013, I received this text from her. “Feel anxious. Really weird. Please talk with me.” I responded with, “On my way.”

I got to her house and she shared with me that she hadn't slept. “I’m afraid to go to sleep because I might not wake up,” she said. 

Those of us who knew Donna know that she wasn’t a talker, especially about her feelings. So we played the movie out. We all have a terminal disease. We will all die. No guarantees that I won’t walk out your door and get hit by a car; adding the importance of wearing my lipstick. 

‘What if Donna, you closed your eyes…where would you be?” Never hesitating, she replied, “In the arms of Jesus."  That was the only time she expressed any fear. That solved, I made a hair appointment for her and took her shopping the next time we were together.

In early 2014, when I asked her if she’d like to pack and deliver Compassion Bags, she responded with, “Are you serious???!!! I would love to help delivering. Any way I can help you out just let me know. Oh man... I am psyched!! Thank you.” I guess she had no idea what she was in for:) That was the first of dozens of times she served other women who were in the fight. 

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, 2 fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. 3 Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.  Hebrews 12:1-3

Donna never lost heart and her life teaches us all how to train for this life and eternity. She wasn’t a lane cutter because Donna considered everyone else above herself. Her faith kept her eyes on the prize. Donna’s life draws us closer to the heart of Jesus — to serve others. She won her race because her servant’s heart taught us that we need only walk and even crawl on our knees in prayer.

He has shown you, O mortal, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God.  Micah 6:8

Donna’s legacy of love and service echoes in my heart and throughout Compassion That Compels and always will. Her last text to me was, “Thanks- love you.” It’s only fitting that her last words to me were, “Love you most.”

I can't wait to see Donna again in Heaven and hear her say..."Love you most.”

Our Donna is looking over the balconies of Heaven cheering us on and knowing Donna, she’s saved a seat for us all because she fought the good fight, finished the race, and kept the faith.  Yes BEAUTIFUL Donna, well done, good and faithful servant.

Agape,

Kristianne

Kristianne is a writer, speaker and founder of Compassion That Compels. Her life of love is filled to overflowing for her husband Royal, and their daughters Grace and Annelise. Collecting people and gardening are among her passions. Painting lives in brilliant hues of God’s love and compassion is her purpose. Email kristianne@compassionthatcompels.org Join Kristianne on Facebook Compassion That Compels. Follow her on Twitter Kristiannefaith and Instagram 

Who’s Your Scheduler?

By: Kristine Stewart
Posted: July 21, 2015

Dear friend, I pray that you may enjoy good health and that all may go well with you,

even as your soul is getting along well.  3 John 1:2 

ONCE UPON A TIME, not so long ago, there was a woman who had great balance!  No, not like a circus performer but the kind who could extend grace and never consume grace.  

THEN ONE DAY, she found herself in the middle of saying something and wondered what her point was. 

THE NEXT DAY, she started praying and finished with her grocery list. “What is happening to me? Do I need a multivitamin or more omega 3?"

THE NEXT DAY, she was cramming her vitamins into her mouth and a one minute devotion into her spirit quicker than a two year old with candy, just so she could be early to her meeting... when SUDDENLY she remembered the meeting was yesterday! OH MY!

AND THE NEXT DAY, she drove her car all the way to work and was surprised when she pulled into the parking lot because she didn’t even remember driving there.  She pulled her compact out of her purse and started to call her doctor.  “NO! NO! Not a compact but a phone is what I need, she cried. I don’t have time for a doctor today so WebMD on the way,” she thought.  As she listed her symptoms on the screen, the diagnosis was clear. 

She had a chronic case of TIME SLICING!  A symptom of having a faulty scheduler!

In the techie world, time slicing is where the single processor system or CPU, performs one part of a program and then returns to the first one. Each computer has a scheduler that determines which task is next and how much time to allocate. Think of your brain as the CPU and it’s like working on a report then stopping to text someone.  Time slicing is what allows us to multitask.

  If your brain is the processor, what part of you is your scheduler?  

Take a minute and think of the meanest mean girl you ever knew...mentally frame her and name her. Ouch! It hurts all over again, doesn’t it? But based on my life experience, I’d say her cruelest remarks knifed at your ego can’t outshout your own internal critic. So my friends, I’m going to ask you to leave her, your internal frenemy, wherever she finds you most vulnerable because she is the one relentlessly scheduling your thoughts and actions. Chain her to a fitting room where she forces you to try on clothing under fluorescent lighting and then critiques you in front of a trifold mirror! Ditch her in the grocery store aisle next to the cereal that looks like chicken feed! If that doesn’t work and she keeps on mentally chatting with you, then get your earbuds out and stick the plug in your pocket a la hands free cell phone. Then you can speak out loud and say, “Stop it. I’m not listening,” without anyone giving you a second look. 

But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.  Matthew 6:33 

The Holy Spirt should always be our scheduler.  Most online calendars have a feature that once you schedule an appointment, it allows you to note whether you’re busy and unavailable. Forget the multitasking and start multiASKing, “God what do you want me to do today?”  

Agape,

Kristianne

Kristianne is a writer, speaker and founder of Compassion That Compels. Her life of love is filled to overflowing for her husband Royal, and their daughters Grace and Annelise. Collecting people and gardening are among her passions. Painting lives in brilliant hues of God’s love and compassion is her purpose. Email kristianne@compassionthatcompels.org Join Kristianne on Facebook Compassion That Compels. Follow her on Twitter Kristiannefaith and Instagram 

 

 

 

 

 

Faith is a Superpower

By: Kristianne Stewart
Posted: July 14, 2015

and pray [also] for one another, that you may be healed and restored [to a spiritual tone of mind and heart]. The earnest (heartfelt, continued) prayer of a righteous man makes tremendous power available [dynamic in its working].  James 5:16 (AMP)

Prayer defies human frailties. As the acoustics of our soul glorify God, faith becomes our superpower; giving x-ray vision to hope for the unseen, superhuman strength to overcome, and amplified hearing to listen for a gentle whisper in the rushing wind. Prayer repurposes our broken shards of pain to forge our armor, readying us for battle.

I’m no stranger to hospital waiting rooms and cancer treatment centers so I get asked to pray— a LOT. It's always an honor. Even before I feel the tug of my denim jeans across my knees as I kneel in prayer, I begin asking the Holy Spirit for a Bible verse to tether my prayer to my faith because cancer’s taught me that faith silences doubt. Great faith amplifies our prayers, transforming doubt to miracles. 

The Holy Scriptures were not given to us that we should enclose them in books, but that we should engrave them upon our hearts.  (John Chrysostom)

Prayer life grows from time spent with God, in the way we best learn and love. I keep a journal of my thoughts and post it notes that I alternately use for lipstick blotting and random musings that leave a sticky resin inside my purse. Our learning styles, love languages, habits, and passions are reflected in every relationship, so why wouldn’t it be the same with God? I’m a visual learner and creating graphics for our social media and website, brings me to an inner canvas where I paint His word across my heart. When preparing for a Compassion Bag delivery or talk, I limit the virtual chatter. I need to turn off the newsfeed and read the GOOD NEWS that feeds my spirit — the Bible. I place a high value on cultivating relationships. Physical touch is my primary love language which means I’m a veteran hugger and consummate collector of people. 

Our lives become extensions of His grace when we show His love and compassion. A holy prayer life is more than the words we speak. It's how we live and built from what we do. When we shine God's majestic glory, people see Christ as we seek to be Christlike.

Agape,

Kristianne

Kristianne is a writer, speaker and founder of Compassion That Compels. Her life of love is filled to overflowing for her husband Royal, and their daughters Grace and Annelise. Collecting people and gardening are among her passions. Painting lives in brilliant hues of God’s love and compassion is her purpose. Email kristianne@compassionthatcompels.org Join Kristianne on Facebook Compassion That Compels. Follow her on Twitter Kristiannefaith and Instagram 

 

 

Some things are just between me and God

By: Kristianne Stewart
Posted: July 7, 2015

In the same way I will not cause pain without allowing something new to be born,” says the Lord. Isaiah 66:9

Texas summer sweat ran a tickling drip down my spine as the radiating heat from the taxis outside the cancer center melted tar like dough, embedding my sandals to the street. I flagged our waiting taxi driver and reached for the door, only to have an “ungentleman” try to take the cab. My cab - our cab to transport my sister-in-law, Sonja, post-surgery, to the airport. I stepped in front of the taxi and in my most crazy, angry mom voice thundered, “Today, is not the day! This is our taxi and we have a plane to catch. Do you not know what she has been through?” Sonja pulled on the back of my shirt. I look down and at her tear- filled eyes, and her voice crackled from her chest drains, “Who does that?” It was one of many "Sonjaisms" she would share during her battle with amelanotic melanoma.

My head pressed against the doorframe of the oncologist’s office. “I’m sorry, Kristianne, the pathology report shows the cancer’s spread to her lungs.” And our oncologist who could outmatch Patch Adams pulled me into a hug, I let tears drench his Hawaiian print shirt and drop to the floor around his hiking boots and pink socks. We entered the exam room together and as I met my mother in law’s eyes, Sonja’s precious daughter, Melinda and I looked down before I met Sonja’s. She asked two questions, “What am I going to tell my girls and how much time? 

I searched for answers and often questioned Sonja about her thoughts. She would always look beyond my intense gaze and say, “Some things are just between me and God.” Was it possible for me to pray for miracle healing and at the same time prepare our family for her death? 

Grace’s pain tore straight into my heart as her screams filled the house. “Why did she have to die?  Why? I never got to tell Aunt Sonja goodbye!  Mommy, I prayed for her to heal and live and she died.  Why?”  Grace’s warm body formed into mine and her sobs echoed into my chest.  I felt drained and empty of human strength, my spirit wrung dry, grief and pain like liquid concrete began hardening the image of my sister-in-law struggling to breathe as fluid filled her lungs, impressing in time somewhere between a morphine pump lock-out and cries for Jesus to take her.  I could only answer that her healing would happen in heaven.  It wasn’t enough for my sobbing daughter. In her tender heart aching loss shouted over God’s quiet peace.  How could the loving Jesus painted in children’s Bibles and Sunday School songs, arms wide open ready to receive the little children take away someone she loved?  

Her mortal death and eternal life forged a duality in my faith and prayers, leaving me feeling like a faith impostor. Throughout Sonja’s battle, I struggled with my prayers but she didn’t. Quietly recording everything into her prayer journal. At her funeral, her small group leader read from her prayer journal.  “Forgive each other. Love each other. It all comes down to that doesn’t it?” I took the events from Sonja’s passing and rolled them into a dark place in my spirit, speaking to no one about it. An ominous something was rising up, launching an attack of fear that caught me in a quagmire of doubt.  As hard as I tried to free myself, doubt mired my spirit.  I would find myself in the middle of life’s taskings with unexplained tears sliding down my face. A full night’s rest eluded me. The unfamiliar something growing in my spirit was cynicism allowing my intellect to sort answers that could only be found by my faith.  

My struggles threatened to drown me. I reached out and shared my pain with a friend. I found as I whispered and sobbed, the awful fear lifted from my life. It had been a burden too heavy for me to carry and one that God never intended me to carry. I clearly saw I had always possessed the faith to believe in miracles, it was God’s sovereignty I didn’t understand. I made a decision that day forward I would begin to create my legacy.  My life would become a beautiful masterpiece painting filled with an array of colors from my palette with brilliant hues of His grace and mercy. Broad brushstrokes of His love on a canvas of compassion would be evident in my life art. I began to reach out to the hurting and the lost with hurricane force evangelism, His spiritual first responder.

 2 Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds,  because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. James 1:2-4

Over the next four years, cancer would invade our life again and again.  Touching next my sister-in-law, Pam and then my sister, Vikki. Each time I knelt in prayer, praying for God’s healing touch.  Thanking Him with a heart of gratitude for the healing taking place. I knew my God was at work in all things, my prayers filled with the power and strength of the Holy Spirit.

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28

Grace was eight when two moles, one on her chest, the other on her back, started quickly growing and changing. At nine, two procedures later, the pathology report showed they were both normal, and we breathed a sigh of relief. Several months passed and the remnants of the moles left behind had begun changing in texture.  A series of specialist visits ensued and a third procedure was required to remove the mole on her back.  Nothing could sedate Grace during the surgery. She remained wide awake, one hand in mine, the other in her Daddy’s. My compassion for sick children and their parents deepened as I watched a surgeon cut into my child.  

This time as the pathology report was read to me, I heard words I was all too familiar with precancerous, positive pathology, all words in the cancer dictionary.  My head began throbbing and I heard an ocean of blood roaring in my ears. I prayed to God to give me clarity of thought. My heart needed to disassociate this clinical diagnosis from my child.  It seemed so very important I understood each word, as if control of the outcome hinged upon my ability to intelligently process what was being said. Only I knew from past experience that it didn’t.  My mind could go numb but not my faith in Jesus. After the fourth surgery, that time on her chest, we received the all clear.

I recently asked Grace if she believed in miracles. She quickly answered, “Yes.”  Then I asked, “Why do you believe?”  She answered, “I believe because I prayed for Aunt Pam and Aunt Vikki and I saw God heal them.” “What about Aunt Sonja?,” I asked. Grace’s faith and God’s sovereignty were intermingled with her reply, “Because Aunt Sonja’s miracle happened in her heart and so it was easier knowing she was in heaven...”   

13 People were bringing little children to Jesus to have him touch them, but the disciples rebuked them.  When Jesus saw this, he was indignant. He said to them, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.”  And he took the children in his arms, put his hands on them and blessed them. Mark 10:13-16

Agape,

Kristianne

Kristianne is a writer, speaker and founder of Compassion That Compels. Her life of love is filled to overflowing for her husband Royal, and their daughters Grace and Annelise. Collecting people and gardening are among her passions. Painting lives in brilliant hues of God’s love and compassion is her purpose. Email kristianne@compassionthatcompels.org Join Kristianne on Facebook Compassion That Compels. Follow her on Twitter Kristiannefaith and Instagram 

 

Augmented Eternality

By: Kristianne Stewart
Posted: June 30, 2015

    

With each post in the augmented reality of in your facebook, where songbirds are parrots and immediacy grammers need to learn better grammar, we nibble and byte leaving a little trail of cookie crumbs. What if all people knew about you was information they gleaned from your social media posts and your cyber explorations? Every tweet, every blog, every purchase, everywhere you have lived, every aspect of your past and present would determine your future creating this “social background profile." Your transparent social portfolio would assure nothing remains hidden about your past sin, anchoring you to the inanimate cyber world incapable of human empathy and fully exposing human frailties.

Then I realized that my heart was bitter, and I was all torn up inside.  22 I was so foolish and ignorant—I must have seemed like a senseless animal to you. Psalm 73:21-22 

Cathy’s father was often angry and discipline was found at the end of a leather belt. To Cathy, God is volatile and removed. Not even Cathy’s sixty hour work week can bring God close. Janet’s father left for work and never came home. Her God abandons innocent children. Not all of the good things she does for others can make God love her. Rebecca decided in her 20’s that if God could be found anywhere, then he could be created from anything. Ever the spiritual enthusiast, she believes there are many ways to God. Cathy, Janet, and Rebecca, in an effort to humanize God, have packed their own god box, filling it with childhood memories, disappointments, and experiences. Their concept of God is all sealed with intellectual tape.

Let’s say Cathy is your neighbor, Janet your co-worker, and Rebecca a casual friend. One day, they accept the invitation to your small group. They show up with their god boxes in hand and wait to find out more about this Jesus you’ve been talking about for years. They know for certain you’re a Christian because you’ve got that fish thingy on your car. What if though, over the course of the years as the silver faded from your fish thingy, Cathy’s been watching you habitually lose it with your family? Then there’s Alicia who can’t understand why you won’t give a dollar to the homeless vet outside the office. And let’s not forget about super spiritual Rebecca, whom you’ve shared the intimate details of “Bless their heart, pray for _________ they need prayer because ________.” What if they created the personhood of Jesus from your social media posts and personal experiences by scanning their me phone across your heart like a QR code? In which gospel would they discover an angry, dispassionate, uncaring and gossipy Jesus?

Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your life. Proverbs 4:23 

The greatest appeal of Christianity is Jesus’ divinity/humanness. As a Christian, “you are an image-bearer 24/7/365," representing Christ to those you around you. My friends, image is everything-HIS IMAGE reflected in augmented eternality.

Agape,

Kristianne

Kristianne is a writer, speaker and founder of Compassion That Compels. Her life of love is filled to overflowing for her husband Royal, and their daughters Grace and Annelise. Collecting people and gardening are among her passions. Painting lives in brilliant hues of God’s love and compassion is her purpose. Email kristianne@compassionthatcompels.org Join Kristianne on Facebook Compassion That Compels. Follow her on Twitter Kristiannefaith and Instagram

Where there is hope...

By: Kristianne Stewart
Posted: June 23, 2015

BEAUTIFUL Kristin was blessed by her pastor with her Compassion Bag and became our 1500th Compassion Bag recipeint since July, 2013. The ties of God's love are woven throughout communites like Mandeville, LA and Enterprise, AL and extend across geographical borders to 37 states, Canada, and Scotland. If everyone who has virtually visited Compassion That Compels took five minutes to pray, the chorus to Heaven would last over 130 consecutive days. When you're finished reading our BEAUTIFUL overcomers stories from our Facebook, Twitter and Instagram, please stop to pray for them, their families, and those who care for them. "Hello all, how truly blessed I am. Thank you for all my goodies. What a beautiful message you send for such an amazing cause. I don't know if people really know how something so simple means so much to us. Thank you all for you praise and uplifting. Thank you, I know my Pastor and his wife were excited to be a part of this with me. I am blessed by an amazing church family that lift me up in prayer daily. My faith in my Lord will heal me. God bless you all. Xoxo"
To our BEAUTIFUL overcomers and their families, you show us all that hope and the human spirit transcend circumstance. I loved sharing a blessing for the balloon release at Hope Floats Presented by Ochsner Cancer Institute
 

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Ties of God's Love

By: Kristianne Stewart
Posted: June 15, 2015

To our BEAUTIFUL overcomers and their families, you show us all that hope and the human spirit transcend circumstance. I loved sharing a blessing for the balloon release at Hope Floats Presented by Ochsner Cancer Institute

This past week, BEAUTIFUL Kristin was blessed by her pastor with her Compassion Bag and became our 1500th Compassion Bag recipeint since July, 2013. The ties of God's love are woven throughout communites like Mandeville, LA and Enterprise, AL and extend across geographical borders to 37 states, Canada, and Scotland. If everyone who has virtually visited Compassion That Compels took five minutes to pray, the chorus to Heaven would last over 130 consecutive days. When you're finished reading our BEAUTIFUL overcomers stories from our Facebook, Twitter and Instagram, please stop to pray for them, their families, and those who care for them. "Hello all, how truly blessed I am. Thank you for all my goodies. What a beautiful message you send for such an amazing cause. I don't know if people really know how something so simple means so much to us. Thank you all for you praise and uplifting. Thank you, I know my Pastor and his wife were excited to be a part of this with me. I am blessed by an amazing church family that lift me up in prayer daily. My faith in my Lord will heal me. God bless you all. Xoxo"

Pray for BEAUTIFUL Brandi, her young son and family. She's far from home and received her Compassion Bag from her Dad as she stared her chemo. Her family, friends and hometown of Enterprise, AL rally around her as, "Brandi Battle Warrior" on FB. There's much hope, love and grace poured out on BEAUTIFUL Brandi and her family.

 BEAUTIFUL Kimberly lives in Ontario, Canada and battles alongside her sister, BEAUTIFUL Judith. Her smile and story squeezed our hearts and sweet Yvonne sponsored Compassion Bags for both these sisters. "Thank you so much for the Compassion Bag. It means so much to see all the beautiful things that it contained. Thank you for your prayers as well. We know that it is prayer that has sustained us as a family throughout this. We never imagined that we would being going through this at the same time or even ever.... She is my sister and one of my best friends." Please pray for these BEAUTIFUL sisters who bravely battle cancer at the same time. Thank you again so much from both of us. Blessings Kimberly"

I listened as BEAUTIFUL Debbie shared her story of love and faith as she battled cancer soon after the passing of her husband from cancer. From that conversation a friendship grew. Debbie told me she wanted to sponsor a Compassion Bag for a brave friend, BEAUTIFUL Sheri (center) and she and her Savi Sister, Peggy, blessed BEAUTIFUL Sheri with her bag.

Our 1498th overcomer, BEAUTIFUL Denise "Sophia" received her CompassionBag during the Baptist Health Systems event. Thank you for inviting us to a part of the celebration! We can't wait to see our friends at Hederman Cancer Center in the fall with Compassion Bags sponsored by Altar'd State Ridgeland's, #‎MissionMonday!

BEAUTIFUL Diana received a Compassion Bag from her sister-in-law, parents In the midst of her cancer battle, she blessed BEAUTIFUL Christina and though they never met in person. When I was in Jackson, MS speaking on "Legacy Scaffolding" at Hederman Cancer Center for their National Cancer Survivors Day celebration, I was able to meet BEAUTIFUL Christina in person. Here she is modeling our new custom Compassion Bag available in the fall!

A special birthday present arrived for BEAUTIFUL Jacquelyn! We are praying for you BEAUTIFUL Jacquelyn as you bravely battle multiple cancers. We hope you feel our hugs, prayers and God's love each time you use your Compassion Bag. Your blanket is a "blanket blessing" from BEAUTIFUL Judy and we just love how you named your blanket, "My Judy." We know each time you use it during your hospital stay, that you'll feel wrapped in God's arms.

BEAUTIFUL Kim received her #CompassionBag from Stacey at  Pilots for Patients. Their Compassion Bags were donated by Altar'd State's Mission Monday in Shreveport. The request for her Compassion Bag came from Brian at HLE Radio who is based in Greensboro, N.C. How did BEAUTIFUL Kim hear about Compassion That Compels and Pilots for Patients? From HLE Radio and their Twitter prayer requests for us all!

BEAUTIFUL Mary Frances was blessed with her Compassion Bag by BEAUTIFUL Joanne! It brings us joy as our OVERCOMERS open their boxes and see everything in their Compassion Bags!

BEAUTIFUL Danielle was blessed with her Compassion Bag by her sweet friend, Christy. "I delivered Danielle's bag today. I am in AWE of her bravery and attitude!! She is both amazing and inspirational! She was so excited to receive her bag!! So blessed to be able to do this for her! Thank you ladies!! She loved her bracelet and wore it right away!"
Christy's mom, BEAUTIFUL Rhonda received a Compassion Bag because the Holy Spirit has taught me these past few years to listen for His voice. Most everyone has been touched by cancer and when I saw BEAUTIFUL Rhonda in a restaurant with three generations of love, I couldn't walk past.

I don’t remember how I celebrated my 25th birthday but it wasn’t spent recovering from chemo treatments like BEAUTIFUL Christine, who at 25, bravely battles breast cancer. Scotland is 4400 miles away from my home, but the love of Christ and her cancer battle put a Compassion Bag in her arms, and a piece of my heart along with it. "Want to say a big thank you to Kristianne at Compassion That Compels for gifting me with a Compassion Bag all the way in Scotland! Everything in it will be useful at some point along my journey."

These three sisters are OVERCOMERS. BEAUTIFUL Tori and BEAUTIFUL Toni shaved their head to honor their sister, BEAUTIFUL Tina. Two months later, BEAUTIFUL Toni was diagnosed and bravely fights her cancer battle. 

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Agape,

Kristianne

Kristianne is a writer, speaker and founder of Compassion That Compels. Her life of love is filled to overflowing for her husband Royal, and their daughters Grace and Annelise. Collecting people and gardening are among her passions. Painting lives in brilliant hues of God’s love and compassion is her purpose. Email kristianne@compassionthatcompels.org Join Kristianne on Facebook Compassion That Compels. Follow her on Twitter Kristiannefaith and Instagram

 

Legacy Scaffolding

By: Kristianne Stewart
Posted: June 9, 2015

So often in life, we know what we don’t want to do, but not what we do want to do. We stumble through days and trip over years until a major life event collides with our life, challenging or strengthening our beliefs, our way of doing things and altering life's rhythm.

What if each of your experiences and your reaction to them, became legacy scaffolding - platforms used to build your living legacy?

Look up into the heavens! Who created all these stars? As a shepherd leads his sheep, calling each by its pet name, and counts them to see that none are lost or strayed, so God does with stars and planets!  Isaiah 40:26 (TLB)

Ever bent your head nearly to your back to look up at construction workers on scaffolding, wondering what possessed them to pick their profession?

Well, I have and what I’ve noticed is that workers rely on the scaffolding for their support but never the structure under repair or construction.

My legacy scaffolding started with a foundation of Christianity where I learned to be unshakable because cancer shook me. One of my scaffolding platforms started with my sister-in-law’s cancer diagnosis, a letter and a sweater. Scaffolding has guardrails but I think legacy scaffolding has both guardrails to keep us from far flung pain that pushes us to the outer realms and bumpers to insulate where we’re vulnerable.

Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken. Ecclesiastes 4:12 (NIV)

Your legacy is never built alone because we're not called to do life alone. Like scaffolding is braced by triangles, the most rigid geometric shape, so is our legacy scaffolding. It’s reinforced vertically with cross braces aligning and keeping it central, unwavering because without the triangular brace, the platform collapses.

To sound really credible here, let me use a big word that I had never heard of before but will pretend it’s a part of my everyday vocabulary - generativity.  A psychologist, Erik Erikson, defined generativity as the “concern for establishing and guiding the next generation,” for passing on cultural traditions and leaving a legacy. As he described it, generativity is “I am what survives of me.” That is, your legacy after you’re gone.

I ask you to challenge that today. Whether it’s triumph or tragedy, it becomes your legacy scaffolding; a living legacy of what you have survived because through Christ, you are greater than what you've overcome.

You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world. 1 John 4:4  (NIV)

Agape,

Kristianne

Kristianne is a writer, speaker and founder of Compassion That Compels. Her life of love is filled to overflowing for her husband Royal, and their daughters Grace and Annelise. Collecting people and gardening are among her passions. Painting lives in brilliant hues of God’s love and compassion is her purpose. Email kristianne@compassionthatcompels.org Join Kristianne on Facebook Compassion That Compels. Follow her on Twitter Kristiannefaith and Instagram

 

 

 

Through the Storm

By: Nancy Backues
Posted: June 2, 2015

A loud crash and blood-curdling scream jolted me from a deep slumber. I leapt from bed, my feet instinctively carrying me up the stairs toward my daughter's room. My mind raced to process what was happening.

Thunder + Lightning + Screaming = Thunderstorm.

storm

Having grown up in Kansas, Midwestern thunderstorms are nothing new to me. However, after eight years of parenthood, I am still not accustomed to being awakened by middle-of-the-night screams.

Why must the worst storms always be at night?!

Fortunately, my feet know their way  to my daughter's room, even when I'm still half asleep. When I finally reached her, I snuggled her close and said in my most soothing Mommy voice, "It's OK, Mommy's here." I settled in as she laid down and drifted off to a peaceful slumber within minutes. It was going to be a long storm, so I might as well stay.

I wish I could say this stay-for-the-long-haul parenting method has always been my modus operandi. Sadly, it has not. There have been many long nights of Ping-Pong Mommy, running back and forth from my room to hers, worrying that if I stayed too long I would sabotage her self-soothing capabilities. (Oh, the things we mamas worry about!)

But this. This was one of those "perfect parenting" moments when I wasn't concerned with how much sleep I was missing or how I might be crippling her independence. This time I was here for the duration, as long as she needed me.

And that's exactly what she needed...me. She just wanted to know I was there. The storm, with it's crashing thunder and flashing lightning, raged on outside. But my girl slept peacefully in my arms.

And in that very moment, snuggled under a teal canopy, God whispered to my heart, This is what I do for you.

The storms look different in our lives. They come in the form of unemployment, disappointment in relationships, medical issues, conflict with family members, financial struggle, or any number of other situations. The thunder cracks, the lightning flashes, and we cry out for help. What does God do? He runs right to us.

"The eyes of the Lord are on the righteous, and his ears are attentive to their cry" (Psalm 34:15).

He doesn't grow weary of our cries. He isn't annoyed by our neediness. He doesn't worry about the "other" things vying for His attention at that moment.

You are His child. When you cry, He comes running.

Sometimes He raises a hand and speaks with authority to the storm, "Be still." The thunder quiets, and the lightning subsides.

"He...rebuked the wind and said to the waves, “Quiet! Be still!” Then the wind died down and it was completely calm" (Mark 4:39)

We find a better job. The medical scans come back clear. Conflict is resolved; relationships are restored. We take a deep breath, breathe a sigh of relief, and go on with life.

Sometimes the storms rage on. We lose the job. The tumor does not shrivel. Bills continue to come. Conflicts worsen and relationships are severed.

It's in those times that God holds us tight and wraps His arms around us. He leans in close and whispers, "Be still. It's OK...Daddy's here."

"Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thank

sgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus" (Philippians 4:6, 7).

Our heartbeats calm. Our breathing settles. His presence brings us peace. 

Are you facing a storm today? If so, cry out to your Father. He will come running for you. And when He does, you can snuggle into His arms...and rest.

 

Nancy Backues is an author, speaker, wife, mother, and two-time cancer overcomer. She lives in Missouri where she relies on God’s grace and good coffee to live out authentic faith in the midst of a mostly messy life. Read the rest of her story in Unshakable:Finding Faith to Weather the Storm and connect with her at www.NancyBackues.com.

 

Mommy, Mommy, they sent us a blanket!

By: Kristianne Stewart
Posted: May 27, 2015

Cancer is an unchosen battle with conscripted soldiers whose bravery and heart make them BEAUTIFUL warriors. We have a simple mission at Compassion That Compels, to reach every woman battling cancer with God's love and compassion. BEAUTIFUL Marlene battles metastatic breast cancer and when I found her on IG, I just knew she would be blessed by a Compassion Bag. She had her treatment and then went home not to rest, but to thank us with pictures and this email. I share this with you and hope you feel the ties of God's love weave across your heart, like it did mine.

"Hi Kristianne:

I hope you are doing okay. I receive chemo every Monday, due to the holiday; it was so nice to come back from the hospital and a box at my porch door with lovely letters " BEAUTIFUL Marlene".

You have no idea the feeling of it, I know the love, time and money behind it, so I wanted to feel the right time to open it. After chemo, I just wanted to hit bed, but I didn't want to end this day with out opening it! I really want to thank you and all your team behind this lovely ministry.

Not only is the actual gifts, which trust me, each one individually comes in handy and remind you of God's love, but also knowing of the many people that care without knowing you, that has to be God. I thank God for your ministry. As I was opening the box and touching each gift, my heart was pumping itself out of my chest, it was an overwhelming feeling, felt so loved. 

My daughter helped me, jumping up and down: "Mommy, Mommy, they sent us a blanket, how they know you are always cold? Look Mommy, the candy says something. Read it Mom, oh remember sharing is caring!"

Once again, from the bottom of my heart, thanks!

Marlene"

 

BAG:  Anyone who has walked through cancer or alongside a cancer overcomer has at one time stuffed their clothes into an oversized plastic bag, closely resembling a reusable cold bag.

JESUS CALLING DEVOTIONAL: God’s word reminds you, a cancer overcomer, that you are first an overcomer in Christ.

JOURNAL:  To record those thoughts just between you and God.

CHICK-FIL-A CARD: Just to get away from a hospital cafeteria to a land flowing with sweet tea and nugget sauce.

SCRIPTURE TEA:  Because hospital coffee at 6 pm is often thick as glue.

REUSABLE MUG: For when even coffee glue can’t be found.

NOTEBOOK & PEN: To phonetically write down all those big, Latin sounding words that confirm this won’t go away with antibiotics and wish you’d paid more attention in science class.

SCRIPTURE MINTS:  During treatment your mouth is always dry or suddenly becomes dry when you see a doctor approaching with your chart in hand.

SMALL THROW:  To cover you with His love and besides, if you’re not freezing, the person next to you probably is.

Kristianne is a writer, speaker and founder of Compassion That Compels. Her life of love is filled to overflowing for her husband Royal, and their daughters Grace and Annelise. Collecting people and gardening are among her passions. Painting lives in brilliant hues of God’s love and compassion is her purpose. Email kristianne@compassionthatcompels.org. Join Kristianne on Facebook Compassion That Compels. Follow her on Twitter Kristiannefaith and Instagram

 

Beating my head against the wall...

By: Martha Bailey
Posted: May 26, 2015

Take a look at this video and see if you can relate.

For the past three days this bird (at least I think it’s the same one) has been beating its head against my windows.  What’s so strange is that this feathered friend doesn’t fly into the window from a distance like other birds do from time to time. No, this one flies to the window sill, chirps a few measures then relentlessly flutters its wings against the glass like he’s trying to get inside.  When each attempt is foiled he moves to another window.  I have videoed him doing his puzzling behavior from eleven of the thirteen windows downstairs.  He is quite loud.  Actually, quite annoying after a while.

What’s so funny is that after he bashes his beak a few times, he falls back to the window ledge,  flutters his feathers like he’s trying to get his wits back after he has just about knocked himself out—like he’s seeing stars or something—and shakes his head.  But has it stopped him? Nope!  He’s back every morning and does his same ritual until about lunchtime.

It appears that the bird’s goal is to get inside and if it is, someone needs to tell him about the meaning of the idiom beating your head against a wall—literally and figuratively.  No matter how hard he tries he’s not going to get through the window.  This bird has done the same thing for at least three consecutive days and gotten the same result.  Somebody needs to tell him, “Little buddy, it ain’t gonna happen.”

Do you have a situation in your life that you think you can change if you try hard enough?  Have you persevered for days, weeks, months, or even years and gotten the same result—miserable failure?

Much to our dismay, sometimes there are situations in our lives that cannot be changed.  We can beat our heads against the wall, but nothing will change our circumstances apart from a miracle from God.

There are times when we have to accept the fact that that’s just the way life is.  We can wish it were different but the reality is that it’s not.

The apostle Paul knew what it was like to have a situation he could not change.  According to him, the Lord gave him a physical handicap to keep him from becoming conceited about his encounter with the Living God.  Although Paul begged the Lord to take his thorn away, the Lord chose not to.

5.6.15 picture 1Instead, the Lord said, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness” (2 Corinthians 12:7-9a NIV).  “My grace is enough; it’s all you need. My strength comes into its own in your weakness” (MSG).

Paul then chose to change his attitude toward his circumstances—to look at his situation as an opportunity for God to work in his life.  He said, “I just let Christ take over!  And so the weaker I get, the stronger I become” (v. 10).

I wish I could say that I’m right there with Paul—that I have changed my attitude toward my circumstances—that I now view all adversity as a gift from the Lord and an opportunity for growth, but I can’t.  I want to, but I’m still not there.

5.6.15 picture 2So presently, I’m praying that the Lord will help me to know when I am beating my head against a wall by begging Him to take away something that is His will for my life.  I want to trust Him—that He is sovereign, that He knows why He allows or causes certain painful circumstances in my life, and that He “works all things together for our good” (Romans 8:28)..  I want to surrender to His will and let Paul’s motto be mine:  “I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength” (Philippians 4:13).

Dear Father, help us to know when it’s time to stop beating our heads against the wall and accept the things we cannot change.  Help us to trust that You cause or allow adversity for a reason because we know that You “work all things together for our good”.  In Jesus Name, Amen.

Scripture Reading: 2 Corinthians 12:7-10

 

 

Martha

Martha Bailey is a pastor's wife, author of two books--Putting My Dress-up Clothes Away and It Hurts but I'm Okay (available at Amazon and insight Press)--and blogs Wednesdays at marthabailey.com. To find out more about Martha's: Treasures, Past, Christian Service, Publications and Passions, visit her blog or follow her on Twitter.