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I Need An Intervention

Confession: I worry about my kids. Three beautiful young adult kids. I fear for them, for their future, for their health, for their relationships, and for each one different things in different areas. Sometimes I am consumed with fear and worry.

There are times when I allow my thoughts to run their course, and they become a mighty, rolling river flowing away from the One who is trustworthy and true. My fretting betrays the One who is sovereign over all.  The temptation is to despair. I am prone to forget that there is a God in heaven who loves my children more than I could ever imagine.

I know that God is for me. I get that. But, in all honesty I sometimes question His goodness toward my own children. In truth, this is idol worship. It is projecting my version of what I want my kids’ lives to be like and elevating it above the means of God’s own choosing, His good plans to accomplish what He desires and what He deems necessary for their eternal benefit.

In my attempt to achieve the humanly impossible task of smoothing out life’s bumps and mitigating hurts and temptation before my kids even get to them, I trade a thin, sanitized shallowness for the profound lessons God wants to teach them about this life and who He is. Even worse, I compromise my witness for Christ. They see me worry and fret, and wonder why I don’t trust God for them. Could my weakness end up crippling their faith? God forbid!

Today, I need an intervention. I’m asking the Lord for a divine interruption into my thought life. I’m asking for a worry fest party-crasher, the Holy Spirit of God to burst upon the scene with both barrels blazing! A coup d’etat of sorts, overthrowing the fear that so often governs me and replacing it with restored faith in a good and faithful God who holds my children’s futures in the palm of His hand. Surely, God is able!

Fear is the enemy of faith, therefore:

…The weapons of [my] warfare are not of the flesh but have divine power to destroy strongholds. [I] destroy arguments and every lofty opinion raised against the knowledge of God, and take every thought captive to obey Christ… (2 Cor. 10:45)

and

…for God gave [me] a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control. (2 Tim. 1:7)

and

…when my heart is overwhelmed, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I. (Ps. 61:2)

Holy Spirit, captivate my thoughts and replace worry and fear with hope and gratitude that all the promises of God are yes and amen in Christ Jesus.

Let the Good News rule.

By His Grace and for the Gospel,
Terrie van Baarsel


The Waiting

My Beautiful Daughter

I am the mother of three young adults, all in their early 20’s. I just found out this week that my “little girl” (22 years old, actually) is moving out of our home and will be renting a house with three of her girlfriends.

I’m excited for her.

I know that she will gain valuable life experience.

But, it’s still bitter-sweet. I’m thankful she is moving close by. I am thankful she works near by. I am trusting the Lord for her while she is not living under our roof.

My mind has been full this week, thinking about her leaving. I was reminded of a poem I wrote several years ago when I realized that the children we had raised were growing up. I’m sharing it with you here.

THE WAITING
by Terrie van Baarsel

Time is a deaf old man
Ignoring my pleas.

I can recall the years,
My fair-haired wonders,
When I had all the answers,
Or at least you thought I did.

Now,
The question hangs in the balance.
The past lingers,
Distanced and shadowed
Caught in dusty theatres
And pine needle blankets,
Held captive in story books,
Crushed in dandelion bouquets.
A rush of life
The memory of sweet kisses,
Life’s dreams and expectations
Cradled in regret,
Are soon set free
For hope’s sake.

Fixed is the mystery of Mother and Child.
The agony and joy of boundless love.

You no longer wait for me,
But run on ahead
And I retreat
And wish it were not so,
That you would turn ’round
And lend me your hand.
Move slower, more deliberate.

It’s not to be,
At least for now.
But, it does not matter
Because Maternal Love
Waits.


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