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A Secret

God's Plan

I like to hold secrets, good secrets, the kind that make eyes kind and lips turn up into smiles, the kind that can’t stay hidden because they’re too good not to share.  Sometimes, you get a secret like that, and it is salty from tears and sweet from hope and you can’t help but savor it a bit before you pass it on.

Yesterday, I got to taste a secret like that.

“They called, Baby!” he said when I got home, “and I’m in!”

“You are?  Really?”  I grabbed my husband around the neck and held him close because I almost couldn’t believe it.  It was over.  The months of waiting, the year without a job, the praying and hearing and second-guessing–it was all over.

The Army had approved Jeff’s application to Active Duty.  He would be a full-time chaplain after all. 

Army Chaplain

Chaplain Glover

Relief and sadness and joy swirled around all at once as we stood in the living room, just the two of us, holding that secret between us.  I looked in his eyes and he looked every bit like a man who had seen God come through when there was no plan B, no back door, no detour.  Not really.  There were leads and there guesses but there was no surety.  There was just this, this thing we half-felt called to do and the shadow-fear that we might have heard it wrong.

We might have heard it wrong. 

That’s the kind of thing that keeps me up at night, that keeps me trembling at the walls of Jericho, facing a wall thicker than my resolve.  What if we heard it wrong?

It is a nagging doubt that wakes me from a restless sleep and makes me lay out fleeces in the damp of the night because my confidence doesn’t stretch our far enough to cover up the dust.   And I tremble when I should be sleeping while the dew falls thick all around, and I know it should quench my doubt.

But it doesn’t.

Because I realize, with holy dread, that the voice of God is not enough.  I want to see His hand.  I  want to wrestle around a bit, flesh to flesh, so that when the night finally slips into morning at least I  know I had something more than just a voice in my head.  I want to know I saw His hand.  

The Hand of God

Yesterday, we saw His hand, and we knew, finally, that this calling was more than just a voice inside our heads.  All the doors were opened that once had been closed and suddenly, the questions dissolved and the answers stood out bright like day.

But I stood in the hallway for just a bit, holding that secret and that little glimpse of His hand.  I know, now, where to walk, and it feels altogether lovely to know I am not running ahead or lagging behind.  I am where I should be.

I kick my feet against the fleece on the ground, and stare at it, shame-faced for having put it out there to begin with.  Because it is dripping with glory and drenched in grace, and I should have known better.  I should have listened to His voice.

But it is just like God to say things twice, or three times because He knows children have troubling hearing.  It is just like God to put signs in the desert and mess with fleeces when His words should be enough.  It is just like God to show me His hand by grasping mine.

It is the kind of thing I want to hold to myself for just a bit, like a secret, and remember when the sun shines hot over the promised land and I begin to wish I was back where I started.   I want to remember this unmistakable glimpse of God’s hand.  This is where He is leading us, and this is where we gladly go.

Army Chaplain

The Glover boys

 

 

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Hanging Out in the Hallway

Military Chaplain

It has been nearly a year since my husband came home from work and told me the private school where he had taught for five years was downsizing and he would not have a job in the fall.  It has been nearly a year of waiting, praying for open doors, flinching when doors shut, and trying to remain faithful instead of fearful.

But it has also been a year of beautiful provision, of seeing the hand of God in the embrace of friends.  We have been well-loved, and whenever I begin to feel like I am just another face in the crowd, someone flashes a smile at me and I remember I am treasured.  I am known.

It gets me every time and brings me to my knees.  I am so prone to doubt.  I quickly grow weary in the waiting.  But God provides for me still, independent of my trust in Him.  A stranger in a checkout lane presses a five-dollar bill into my hand and tells the children to pick out a candy bar.  My husband’s former principal decides to include him in part of the staff Christmas bonus even though Jeff no longer works there.  I receive a check in the mail from someone who hardly knows me but was told by my Daddy to take care of me.

I am reminded that I am a child, a sheep, a prodigal, but God’s love for me is audacious and unfaltering.

You’d think I would know that by now, but it takes the breath right out of me.  It has been a year of living in the lavish love of God, and still it amazes me.

But it has also been a year of hanging out in the hallway, and I wonder why I still get my fingers pinched in the doors that close.  It all comes from sticking my fingers where they don’t belong, I suppose.

Still, I wonder, why God has to shut doors so hard.  Maybe it’s because I have a habit of trying to force open the doors that shut.  I’m not very good at hanging out in the hallway.  I’m anxious to find a place to belong again.

So with trembling hearts we come to another door and wonder if this is the one that will open.  Jeff is in the final steps of applying for Active Duty chaplaincy with the Army.  He has been a reserve chaplain for well over a year and has found that it suits him very well.  He loves being in the field with his “congregation,” serving the men and women who serve our country.  It is a joy to see him enjoying the opportunity to pastor in a most unexpected way.

It has been a long journey, though, and an exhausting one.  The application process to the military is an unending pile of paperwork and appointments.  For months, he’s been hard at work at it, and we’re just about to the end.  Tuesday, he has an interview with the senior chaplain at Ft. Lewis.  Then, in mid-April, a board will review Jeff’s application and decide whether he’s in.  Or not.

And there is the nagging question of whether this is where God wants us at all.  It seems like it, but on the other hand, we love the local church.  Perhaps God is calling us to love a little congregation somewhere, or join a church-planting team that focuses on planting churches near military bases around the world.

Or perhaps the chaplaincy is right where God wants us.  It seems so, and our hearts have begun to hope so.  We’re about to test the door to find out.

Most days, I’m excited because we’re running out of places where God does not want us.  It stands to reason that pretty soon, we’re going to find a place to walk through.

But then, the fear seizes me at unexpected times.  I want to be wanted.  I want my husband to be able to use his gifts and be able to minister according to his calling.  I do not want to hear another no.  It’s easy to talk a big about faith but when the months roll on and on and the answers come in words that make me feel inadequate and unwanted, I falter.  Help me, Jesus.

Will you pray with us?  Even in my fear, I do not want to go where God is not leading.  I would rather have a closed door than an easy path where God is not.  Pray that I will remain faithful and steadfast in the waiting.  Pray for God to lead and thank Him for provision.  We are blessed, indeed, because we are not lacking.  We are dwelling in the lavish love of Christ.

Even if it’s in the hallway.

 

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