"As I was praying yesterday morning, I just kept hearing "worship Me" ... "praise Me". I confess that in the seriousness of the medical reports, my prayers had become pleas and petitions, practically begging God. In His gentle, loving way, Father God reminded me that no matter what happens here on earth and no matter what we hear or see, HE is still sovereign. He is worthy of all my worship and He has given us praise of Him as our strength. "The JOY of the Lord is our strength."
When I fail to rejoice and instead only complain or even rant at God, I am weakened. Then the emotions take over and we all know that when we are ruled by our emotions we become unstable. Begging and complaining are evidence of doubt. Consider James 1:2-7:
"Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters,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. If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you. But when you ask, you must believe and not doubt, because the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. That person should not expect to receive anything from the Lord. Such a person is double-minded and unstable in all they do."
So, in light of my revelation (maybe it is only for me, but I doubt it because God is so economical He never gives anything just for one), I want to encourage you to PRAISE AND WORSHIP OUR LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST today as you fast and intercede for our girls. He is worthy. He is sovereign. He is love. He has this."
I am re-posting here because I need to process and writing is often how I do that. This devotional is timely in many ways. Obviously in the way that the writer intended but also on a much lesser level as I am at home with my sick children this morning. I haven't slept well in days because they haven't slept well in days. I am tired and I feel myself weakening and showing symptoms of the illness they have generously shared with one another all week. Between five sick children at least one but often two or three are all crying at the same time. My laundry is piled up, my dishes are overtaking the counter, and my bathrooms need major attention. Please don't even think about finding a spot to sit in the living room. Nothing is going according to plan these last few weeks. I was beyond tempted to play the martyr this morning. Not only for my circumstances but also because no one will feel sorry for me because I "brought this on myself", right? I had to snap out of it fast or the day was going to go down hill fast. I begged God for a megadose of His grace. He is so faithful and Nehemiah 8:10 has become my anthem today. (Thank you Mrs. Duggar.)
"...the JOY of the Lord is my strength, the joy of the lord is my strength...."
***UPDATE: On January 10th Leah went to be with our Lord in Heaven.***