the Lord’s purpose prevails
A few days ago, someone who works in the Children’s Ministry at our church called and asked if I would say something, a “God at work” story at the training meeting we were having the following Sunday. I agreed to pray about it, but didn’t feel like I had anything to say! Today, I taught 2nd grade, and while I was teaching, the story developed, and I did have the chance to share it.
The memory verse for this week for the kids is Proverbs 19:21. We always talk about the verse after doing a fun activity. We try to get beyond the surface level to the heart of what the Lord has for us in his Word; it’s not always an easy thing for kids, same is true a lot of times for adults!
We read the verse and I told them a story about myself to help illustrate… that when I was a kid MY plan was to be a doctor. Being a doctor is a GOOD dream to have, right? Helping people, fixing people, figuring out what is wrong and making it right. It’s a good dream.
But that’s not what happened. I instead became a teacher, and then a stay-at-home mom. I ended the story with the kids letting them know that while my plans were good, God’s plans for me were better, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. And I mean that.
Driving home, I was thinking about it and realized that through adding Julianne to our family, the Lord has given me a chance to live the plans I had when I was a child, albeit in a completely different way than I thought possible! I have a daughter who requires daily medical attention. I have to bandage her wounds. I have spent more time studying her condition and reading studies far beyond my comprehension all in an effort to help her. I remove dead skin from her body, pop blisters that continue to fill, and monitor constantly for signs of infection. I anticipate what her needs are before they develop, I keep charts, I organize supplies. It’s kinda like, you know, doctor-ish.
I see her fighting her battles and realize that her battle is worth joining. To me, that is what being a butterfly mama is about. It’s not the way I saw my plan being lived out when I was younger, but it is exactly perfect.
Sometimes I teach 2nd grade Sunday school and an impact may be made on the kids. Sometimes I teach 2nd grade Sunday school and the impact that is made is made on ME.
He is good. He is faithful. He is a giver of good things, and he sees the heart.
Moreover, He sees MY heart, and loves me enough to make the desires of my heart a part of the greater plan he is working for my good.
That, friends, is great stuff.