I cannot tell you how
often these phrases or similar ones circulate within my mind. They begin as
small faint whispers, but before long transform into thunderous accusations that
completely incapacitated me. In my sane moments, I know these words to be from the inciter, my
enemy, but too often, I lose sight of logic and begin to spiral into a place of
fear and doubt. Yet I know truth and am in
fact really good at speaking truth into the lives of others. I am often in awe of their unique gifts,
confident in their divine capability and well aware of their inestimable worth. I can assure them they are uniquely and
wonderfully made (Psalm 139:14); however, I struggle when trying to speak this
same truth into my own life. It is as if
God’s promises do not apply to me. And
of course this is nonsense. His promises
are for all! He has proved this time and
time again throughout history and also in my own life. Yet, one of my greatest doubts revolves
around His love for me, or my perceived absence of His love. During these times, I wonder, does He really
love me?
God powerfully
illustrated this for me the other night. I was attending my final pre-mission’s trip
meeting and was missing our regular bedtime routine. I called when the meeting ended and said good
night to each child. I still had an
hour’s drive home, but my daughter, Katherine, made me promise that although
she was certain to be asleep, I needed to come in and get one of her “special”
kisses. I assured her I would and told
her how much I would be looking forward to it.
The trip home took longer than expected and I then lingered downstairs
catching up with my husband, Jon, and getting things prepared for the next
day. Eventually I headed upstairs and
into Katherine’s room. As soon as I
opened the door, I was met with an anguished cry. I headed to Katherine’s bed and found her
inconsolable. I could not understand
what was going on. I tried to gage the
situation. Was she sick? In pain?
Had she just woken from a nightmare?
Finally through her sobs, I began to understand that she was hurt because I had not wanted one of her “special” kisses. I tried to assure her that of course I wanted
a Katherine kiss and that is why I had purposely come into her room.
“But what took you so long?” she managed to
gasp out.
It was then that I began to piece together a clearer
picture. She had heard me come home and
had expected me to come straight up to her room. The longer I lingered downstairs, the more
she began to doubt my sincerity and my love.
By the time I reached her room she had bought into the lie that I did
not want a kiss or perhaps even value her kisses. Even worse, she began to wonder if I did not
love her with the intensity she had thought I had. Truthfully, I was stunned. How could Katherine even question my love for
her or her kisses? Hadn’t I always made
my love for her clear in words and actions?
How could a few moments of waiting completely unravel years of
affection?
I climbed into bed with
Katherine and held her until she was no longer sobbing and then I began to
speak truth into her wounded soul.
“Katherine, is what your
feeling truth?”
Her breathing began to
accelerate and her tears began to fall once again as she recounted the incident
and its mathematical conclusions. I
quickly interrupted her before her rehashing of the night’s events brought her
back to a place of pain.
“Katherine, do you know
that I love you?”
Katherine: “Yes, but…”
“Do I not tell you I love
you all the time? Do I not show you that
I love you every day?”
Katherine: “You do, but…”
“Just because it took me
a few minutes longer to get upstairs, does that mean that I do not love you and
I do not want one of your special kisses?”
Our conversation
continued, we recounted instances of my love and repeated my many words of
affection, and before long Katherine agreed that the thoughts she had
experienced were not truth. That in
truth I loved her more than words and treasured every moment with her and every
one of her kisses.
By the time I left her
room her tears had subsided and she knew that her mom adored her. But as I closed the door, I was still stunned
and surprised that she would ever doubt my affection or react in such a
manner. Hadn’t I always covered her in
love? Didn’t my daily actions express my
unfailing love for her?
Suddenly, I felt God
respond, “Now you understand.”
And that is when I
realized I do this all the time to God.
He loves me with a love that is beyond human understanding. He consistently lavishes me with gifts and
blessings. He demonstrates His love
daily. Yet, with one perceived moment of
neglect, Satan’s whisper, “He does not care about you,” unravels all the love
and promises that God has securely wrapped me in. Since the garden this has been Satan’s
greatest tactic, weaving doubt into our story.
I remember hearing about
an experiment where rats were given a lever and each time they pushed it they
would receive a treat. Once the rats
figured out the lever’s function, they pushed it constantly. This continued for
quite some time and each time it faithfully produced a snack…until one time it didn’t. But that’s all it took. The scientists found that after the lever did
not produce its harvest, the rats stopped pushing it. The lever was reset to function immediately
after this incident, but the rats never realized it because they had lost faith
in its operation. Had they tried one
more time they would have received their prize.
The scientists applied these findings to human beings claiming we too
need only one negative experience to completely undo all the positive
ones. I remember thinking, this could
not be accurate, but haven’t I proven this in my life? Doesn’t God provide us with abundant blessings
upon abundant blessings, only to be rejected the moment we do not receive what
we think we deserve? Hasn’t He time and
time again proven Himself faithful only to have the one time He appears absent
make us doubt Him?
This is why throughout
the bible you will find Israel reiterating their history. It was important for them to recount God’s
miracles and blessing in order for them to remember His consistent presence and
love, especially during times they sensed Him absent (Nehemiah 9). Just as I had to recount with Katherine
instances of my love and affection, we need to replay God’s faithfulness in our
lives so that we do not allow perceived absences transcend His daily
presence. And then we need to recite His
promises. Just as I had Katherine
declare the truth of my love for her, we need to affirm His promises of
unfailing love (Isaiah 54:10) and His unceasing
presence (Deuteronomy 31:6).
There may be times in our lives
that God appears distant or even absent and perhaps like the lab rats we may doubt
or even reject Him, but we need to remember that we are just one more attempt
from His power and presence in our lives.
We just need to trust in Him for He is trustworthy.
Lamentations
2: 22- 24
“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.”
“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.”