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A Place to Run

 

 

It's just a plain ordinary field. Nothing special, in a town that is small and insignificant. Nothing special.


But as life was coming to an end for my grandmother, she saw them standing out in that field. Angels. Standing, watching. Angels.

 

"Who are they?" Grandma asked as she peered out the window to the fields outside.

 

"Angels, Mother," my own mom responded. "Ready to take you home."

 

Something about that field calls my name -- the grassy field behind my mother's house.

 

When we were at Shriner's a few months ago with Jonah, I often thought of that field. When information about life-threatening diseases and painful syndromes and constant testing would fill my head and I wanted to run out the front door, I often would close my eyes and go to that field. In my mind, I would run at full speed through the field, burning off energy, burning off stress and sorrow.

 

Then, several weeks later in the hospital with Brooklyn, when she was gasping for breath and struggling with her heartbeat, I would lie down on my makeshift bed and close my eyes. Those times of uncertainty would lead to times of running for me -- running through that field -- a place of peace for me.

 

A place of rest. A place to run.

 

Do you have a place to run?

 

There's another place to run that I find every morning when I first wake up. Sometimes I don't want to go there at first (why is that?), but I'm always glad I do. Coming to the kitchen table and opening up God's Word is strength for me. It's running, in the fresh sweet dew of morning -- running barefoot, running at full speed, running carefree.

 

Do you have a place to run?

 

Elizabeth must have had a place. Every Christmas season I take the time to choose a person from the Christmas story to study. One year I studied Mary. I followed her every move, her walk with the Lord, her reaction to the angel, her determination in the face of shame and humiliation. I marveled at her faith at such a young age. I learned trust and obedience from her -- true discipleship as I watched her follow God no matter what, even when her life was turned upside down.

 

Another year it was John the Baptist. I walked in the wilderness with him, cried out with him -- learning boldness from him as I studied the way he proclaimed the truth -- even to those who didn't want to hear. He was different -- strange to many. Yet he persevered to accomplish the purpose God had for him. Even though things on earth didn't end well for him.

 

This year, I have chosen Elizabeth. I need her this season. You see, I've been struggling with some things -- I feel like I'm on a teeter totter with God. One moment I'm willing to trust Him wholeheartedly, even though my children have diseases, even though I have to watch Jonah struggling to walk and crying out in pain. There are times when I handle that with strength and grace.

 

When the teeter totter is up, I'm willing to face uncertainty in unemployment. I'm fully trusting God when Ken can't find a job. I'm strong and unwavering.

 

When the teeter totter is up, I can be encouraging to others, strong in spirit, faithful in prayer.

 

For the moment.

 

But sometimes, that teeter totter comes barreling down. It's like the person on the other side has jumped off and my side of the teeter totter comes crashing to the ground -- have you ever experienced that? The impact is hard and startling, isn't it?

 

Jonah's debilitating pain gets me down. Brooklyn's heart problems sadden me. I feel despairing about our job situation and wonder if we will be able to pay our bills. How will we pay for Brooklyn's heart medications if we don't have insurance? It all just seems to crash down with me.

 

Ever been there?

 

During these low times, I find myself meeting God in the early morning, but sitting in silence. I open my Bible, read a few words…and then? I just ask Him to hold me -- to give me one verse to hang onto throughout the day. I gaze out the window at the morning light and ask Him to sustain me until it gets dark again…one moment at a time. I know I need to get back into my intercessory responsibilities. I long for the deep Bible study that I'm used to.

 

But right now, honestly, I just want to cry on His shoulder.

 

Elizabeth must have been that way! If you will study her life you will see that she deeply longed for a baby! Something that struck me this week is that she must have prayed and prayed for a child…

 

…as I have prayed and prayed for the healing of my children.

 

She must have looked into the Scriptures -- especially since she was the wife of a priest -- she must have marveled at Hannah's miracle. Surely she thought that she, too, would receive a child, if only she would pray in the temple as Hannah did. Surely God would grant her this request as well. After all, she was the wife of a priest! She had spent her time ministering to others. She had been patient with her husband's obligations. She had spent so much time in church. Surely God would respond quickly to her request for just one baby…

 

But He didn't. I'm sure she didn't understand. I wish I could have walked with her through this struggle -- just to see how she handled it. Did she become bitter? Was she angry? Did she ride the same teeter totter I'm on?

 

I don't really know. But I do know that she never turned away from God.

 

 

In the time of Herod king of Judea there was a priest named Zechariah,
who belonged to the priestly division of Abijah; his wife Elizabeth was also a descendant of Aaron.
Both of them were upright in the sight of God,
observing all the Lord's commandments and regulations blamelessly.

 

 

I'm still reading about Elizabeth. There's more to learn, but I will not forget her dogged devotion to God, even in the midst of her sorrow. She had no little one to chase in her younger years. She did not have this in common with the young mothers of her generation. She must have felt out of place when she was with them -- all of their talk about babies and childbirth…and then she, a priest's wife, would go home to a quiet house every night -- a staunch reminder of her unanswered prayers.

 

Yet she remained upright in the sight of God, observing all the Lord's commandments and regulations blamelessly.

 

We went to my mother's house this Thanksgiving. We hadn't been there in years! After many hours of driving, we pulled up to the front door. My mother was there, clapping her hands and then opening her arms as my children ran to her.

 

After the hugs and greetings, I made my way to the back of my mother's house. I know it was strange. My family watched in disbelief as I took off running through that back field.

 

The wind wiped my tears away as I ran. Putting my arms up toward heaven, I whooped and hollered as loudly as I could. I tired quickly -- so weary from this recent journey. My children squealed in delight and began to follow me -- most of them running at full speed. But not Jonah; he watched, smiling.

 

When we all stopped running, we laughed together. I made sure that Jonah was with us as I told them of the field -- the field where the angels were standing when their Great Grandmother was being called home -- the field that gave me a place to run even in the hard times -- even in the sorrow and uncertainties -- even in the angry times…

 

Do you have a field? Do you have a place to run?

 

Go to your kitchen table this week. Find your Bible in the early morning. Even if you don't know what to say, meet Him there. Let Him hold you. Find your field of rest. Find your place to run.

 

Elizabeth has much more to teach us. Let's meet again next week.

 

 

They don't know that I go running home when I fall down
They don't know Who picks me up
when
no one is around
I drop my sword and look up for a smile.
Cause deep inside this armor…
the warrior is a child.
1

 

 

 

 

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1The Warrior is a Child by Twila Paris (http://artists.letssingit.com/twila-paris-lyrics-warrior-is-a-child-dcc26pg).










 

 

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