It was one of those overcast days when the sun came out for a while and glimpses of bright, blue sky would peek through the cloud cover. Most of my morning power walk was at the town park just a bit north of my house. I chose to walk there because afterwards I had to do food shopping and the grocery store isn't far from there. I was in a very contemplative mood. I was also in a kind of funk. Not really depressed....I really don't get depressed. But kind of sad about a couple of things that are going on in my life and I just wanted to be in nature, which is so very healing. And of course, my spiritual temperament is "Naturalist" (per Gary Thomas' book Sacred Pathways). So I feel closest to God when in His creation.
I started out slowly, then picked up my speed, kind of praying for friends with needs and then asking God what I was supposed to do about this certain situation in my life. I didn't really hear anything from Him right away. I sensed my body beginning to relax even though I was at a good, brisk power walking speed at this point. I decided to slow down again and just be. Just casually walk for the last 10 minutes of my 30 min power walk. I'm glad I slowed down.
It's in the slowing down of our bodies and minds that we begin to hear the Voice of God. After all, He does say to
I started asking Him why there was always this chaos in my heart regarding completely trusting Him? It's been like that my whole life it seems like. I trust Him on some level. I honestly do. But there are times when the things I hold in my secret place.....in the deep part of my heart....I don't want to expose or let go of because to do so, would be to trust the One Whom I cannot see. And it involves the one I could see. Whom I could never trust. If I couldn't trust the one I could see, then how am I supposed to trust the One I cannot see? These are the chaotic thoughts that are constant in my mind.....constant when I allow them to be, I mean. I've always been able to trust God with my future. It's much harder to trust Him with my past.. and even sometimes my present....especially when I sense I'm supposed to share some parts of me. Thus, the chaos.
And then my mind was quickened to recall the Gideon study homework from this past week. I lead a small group of women and we're studying Priscilla Shirer's book on Gideon. It's excellent. She said something in her video session that went like this:
"There is always a calling out of your chaos".
And as I continued to walk the bike path, I looked ahead of me at how the fallen leaves looked so chaotic on the ground. They were literally blowing everywhere but this one spot there were just so many scattered all over the place. Oak mixed with maple mixed with beech mixed with birch. It was definitely chaotic looking. There was also a kind of beauty to it. And it reminded me of Priscilla's statement about our calling from chaos.
And I thought... Yes there is. My calling? was to help abused children who were speech and language delayed as well as emotionally fragile. Those were chaotic days but oh so good days. I loved my teaching career. I actually miss it! I know I helped the children God put in my classroom. Each year I would have 10 precious 3-6 yr olds. And each year, at least 2-4 would be survivors of abuse, whether physical or s*xual. It was definitely my calling. I thought I was going to be a music teacher but God certainly had other plans for me and I'm so glad I listened to His Voice back in the mid-80s.
But now...all these years later, I found a journal I kept while going through counseling in my 30s, and in the journal was one thing I had pushed so far down into my heart that I hadn't remembered it. Yet there it was..this memory staring up at me in black and white before I burned it.
That was 2 weeks ago.
And while I was walking, I saw this leaf and God started to speak in that still, small Voice.
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God basically showed me that I'm like this leaf with all these sharp edges. The edges look sharp but when I touched the leaf it was so smooth.
The sharp edges are like the things I've survived or faced: some are physical, some are spiritual and many are emotional. But they're smooth while being sharp. He was there smoothing the process. It didn't really make much sense to me but that's what I heard.
I thought about the hard year of grad school and the internship/fellowship and all the long hours of research and teaching for a very small salary and how He provided everything I needed including a better car.
I thought about when God brought Dave into my life and how he gave me a husband for life and a friend for eternity.
I thought about finally dealing with my own childhood s*xual abuse via an amazing woman friend and counselor whom I trusted explicitly and with whom God did an astounding work of forgiveness and emotional healing.
I thought about surviving lyme disease for 8 months before I had an official diagnoses and how no doc could figure it out and how I spent hours on the internet researching my symptoms which finally led me to a lyme disease specialist. That was all God. Then how I survived a horrible case of sciatica and 2 herniated disks and got through that. Again, it was God who led me to a church friend who led me to my amazing chiropractor.
And then the last 4 years of cervical spine pain with excruciating daily headaches that no meds could seem to take care of yet I pushed through all of that and God was there holding me up. And although He still hasn't miraculously healed me, I am doing much better now in 2026 physically, that I was in 2022.
And how the emotional pain of losing my best friend to colon cancer at the age of 42 just wiped me out emotionally but His peace permeated my soul.
And how God led us out of a somewhat dysfunctional inner city church to our wonderful church in our own community and where we've been members for the last 25 years and all the friendships formed and ministries joined. How we have thrived there. This was all God orchestrating it.
And how I pushed through the difficult days of Dave's heart attack in 2014 when he was just 48 yrs old and how I had to be strong for him.
And finally, the emotional and spiritual battle this past summer of being shunned by former church "friends" for speaking truth and advocating for a survivor of s*xual abuse at the hands of one of their deacons, and how this took 6 years of working through to the point where I could finally forgive them just a few months ago and how now.....those memories and people have faded. Just like God said they would.
All of these things left me with sharp edges but He was there all along watching over me. And yet I still struggle to fully believe that He cared or was there. And I even told Him that in prayer as I turned around after the first mile and started back for my car. My head knows all of these things I"ve mentioned have been in God's plan for me and that He was there for me. It's my heart that needs to fully and finally grasp this.
And that's when I saw this leaf at the same time that I sensed God saying that He did see me and that His heart was broken:
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I was so shocked to see this perfectly broken leaf after just hearing God's Voice, that I dropped my car key! |
And what I heard?It was this: "Daughter, I was there all along and My Heart was broken for you. I saw the evil, I saw the perpetrator and I saw your pain. I saw your silent tears. I saw your hardened heart. My heart was broken but My heart is perfect. You will not be made perfect until you are with Me in heaven. There are some things you may not know here on this earth. but know that I was there and I saw you and My Heart was broken. and you know you need to tell someone this last piece. I, your Father God, will be there, too."
Now what do I do with that?? This is just like what my counselor told me so many years ago. God was there. He saw me. I just was unaware of it. Just like Priscilla says in the study. He's omnipresent. He's there all the time. We just don't always know it....or are aware of Him. I know this to be true.
Pressing on.....to find Him....to believe this, in my own imperfect heart.