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Walking through the Valley

After one of my deepest disappointments, a friend from California said these simple words: “Brenda, where I live, the mountains are beautiful. But the fruit grows in the valleys.” Friend, you may be in the valley, wondering if you’ll ever even reach the base of the mountain to start climbing upward again. But look around you. Ask God to show you the fruit of the Spirit that He is producing in you and through you, right there in your valley. Use that growth to propel you forward in your walk with Him. He hasn’t forgotten you. He’s beside you. With you. Loving you. Caring about your valley moments. And He’s leading you to the place He has chosen for you.

The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
he refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the darkest valley,
I will fear no evil, for you are with me;
your rod and your staff, they comfort me. 
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
    my cup overflows.
Surely your goodness and love will follow me
    all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

An Army of Prayer Soldiers

Praying for friends and family is something I count as a privilege and a responsibility. But I’ll be honest with you (um…for the record, I’m always honest with you) and tell you that it’s really hard for me to ask for prayer. In fact, when I do, it’s maybe to one or two people I think I can count on to actually pray about the request with me and for me, and I rarely give all the details. So yes, I do it. But it’s rare.

However, I’m not trying to sound mystical or pious or eerie, but last night I found myself heavily burdened in the early part of the evening. I couldn’t pinpoint why. Nothing had happened. I hadn’t seen anything that would upset me. I hadn’t heard any news that would rock my world. I was just literally so whooped by this odd combination of fear over the uncertainties of the future and a sorrow that seemed to accompany it that I just I couldn’t shake it. It wasn’t depression or anything that I felt needed outside professional assistance; it was just that I knew I couldn’t do it alone—that I needed the support that only prayer could provide. It was an impending sense of need.

So from the quietness of my home office, I went on Facebook, posted on my personal page that I was taking a “Facebook fast for most of Tuesday,” and then went to the Petals from the Basket Facebook Page (which I’d love for you to follow, if you don’t already!) and posted the following note:

So, friends, you know I’m pretty open with you. And thank you for that, by the way! I couldn’t have any better people to call “my people!” That’s very cool of you! But tonight and tomorrow I could just use a little prayer squad please. God’s aware of the details, desires, and dilemmas, and He’s got a plan, so I won’t discuss anything further about it. I’m just currently unaware of that plan and a little overwhelmed by…well…let’s just say that I prefer knowing the end of the story before having to live through all the chapters! You know this is rare for me to ask, but I’d sincerely appreciate your prayers. (Seriously…so thankful for you!)

Well, my people not only began sending me notes and e-mails and comments and private messages, but they began to transform themselves into this amazing army of prayer soldiers, encircling me in a display of protection, encouragement, and strength as they called out to the Lord on my behalf. Right then. Right there. And they not only continued to pray all through the day today, but the number of soldiers in the army also grew as, unbeknownst to any of us, the time of need began to approach.

I didn’t know why I needed that prayer support. It wasn’t about me. It was about a need without a name. And here’s what happened:

I received a simple little text midafternoon that would have blown me out of the water three months ago. It would have floored me, upset my spirit, and caused me to foolishly cling to what I thought I desired. It would have rocked my world. But here’s the thing. It didn’t phase me for more than a little bump of a moment. I read the note again, talked to my friend over the phone about some more details regarding the news she had sent, and after I hung up, I thought, “Wow, God. You were smack dab in the middle of that. You knew. You protected me from my own small ambitions. You valued me enough to walk me through it those many months ago, and now You’re still walking with me…right on past it!”

At that moment, not literally but figuratively, it was as if I heard the army shout a victory cry! And unstoppable tears literally began to flow as I realized that my people…my wonderful family and friends…this wonderful army of prayer soldiers…had rallied God’s power against the enemy, even before I had known how the enemy would attempt to strike.

I don’t flatter myself that you need Petals from the Basket. But I will tell you honestly that more than ever I have realized that the writer of Petals from the Basket needs you! Thank you for being all kinds of wonderful.

“Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ” (Galatians 6:2, NIV).

“Pray in the Spirit at all times and on every occasion. Stay alert and be persistent in your prayers for all believers everywhere” (Ephesians 6:18, NLT).

“To him who is able to keep you from stumbling and to present you before his glorious presence without fault and with great joy—to the only God our Savior be glory, majesty, power and authority, through Jesus Christ our Lord, before all ages, now and forevermore! Amen” (Jude 24–25).

Nothing!

“Ah, Sovereign Lord, you have made the heavens and the earth by your great power and outstretched arm. Nothing is too hard for you” (Jeremiah 32:17, NIV).

Think about the magnitude of that word: nothing! NOTHING! Nothing is too hard for our amazing God! Not the struggles that are facing us as we begin a new week. Not the uncertainty of the test results we’re waiting to hear. Not the provision for the need that we feel is humanly impossible to meet. Not the loneliness. Not the question marks that encircle our thoughts like a picket fence of punctuation. NOTHING! He is able. And He is able to do “immeasurably more” than we could even ask for or expect Him to do!

So as you start the new week, just remember: If He could make the heavens and the earth by His power and an outstretched arm, He can most certainly take care of you! He’s got this!

He Will Always Come First

Brenda Strohbehn - February 2016Every day of every week of every month of every year I choose gratitude. Gratitude for grace. Gratitude for fresh mercies each morning. Gratitude for my unchanging God who recorded the truths of His unconditional love for me in His Word (which is the same Bible my married friends read, by the way). Wow. Just wow! His love is not based on my actions, my worth, or even my marital status. So I trust Him. I trust that He chose singleness for me today. If He changes that status, it’s His choice. But it won’t change my trust, my love for Him, or my service to Him. He will always come first!

When I graduated from college, the next step in my mapped-out life plan was marriage. But God’s map had a different plan. It included a broken engagement, job changes, relationships based on my wishes rather than God’s leading, and many (and by many, I mean ginormous amounts of!) life lessons that have prepared me for what I am today: a single woman who sincerely loves God above all else. But it didn’t just happen with a one-time choice. Just as with my married friends, it’s an ongoing choice to commit to loving Him and to following Christ…who is more than enough!

“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
    for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
    great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, ‘The Lord is my portion;
    therefore I will wait for him.’”

—Lamentations 3:22–24, NIV

 

On What Would Have Been My Father’s 91st Birthday

Things I saw often:My daddy as a young boy!

Holding hands with and kissing my mom…often. My whole life.
Forgiveness.
Humility.
Consistency.
Love. The willing-to-sacrifice-his-own-rights kind.

Things I heard often:

Let’s see what the Bible has to say about that.
What is that to thee?
Let God take care of it.
His grace is enough.
I love you.

Things I felt often:

Respected.
Appreciated.
Cherished.
Honored.
Loved.

He’s worshiping his Lord face to face now, but if he were here on this day, Friday, February 5, 2016, the day that would have been his 91st birthday, I would not only wish him a heartfelt “Happy Birthday, Daddy,” but I would tell him what I told him nearly every day (either by phone or in person) for as long as I can remember: “I love you.”

“The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places;
indeed, my heritage is beautiful to me” (Psalm 16:6, NASB).