Emotional Emergency

I don't intend to share all the details of the events taking place, but can I just tell you, from yesterday afternoon where the day was absolutely dandy, to last night where poor choices from my 15-year-old daughter invaded our world in a harsh way yet again, it would suffice to say... I am exhausted. I found myself last night in a state of "emotional emergency". One of those times where you have to dig deep and make a conscious decision to choose faith, because in the moment it just isn't coming easy. I don't understand her thinking. I don't understand her ways. I don't understand how she refuses God's plan for her life, including being rescued from the pit of destruction from her biological beginnings, into an adoptive home surrounding her in love. With my parents en route to see me this week and my anticipation growing more and more excited, I will just never understand the need to reject those that love you.


And of course... well you know... that led to the nugget for today. In the midst of the chaos she stirred yet again last night and my intentional effort to force satan's whispers out of my ear, I revisited what I have known for such a long time. It is a remembrance I need to cling to as often as I feel the enemy's chilling murmurs of hate-filled lies trying to draw me from the safety of my Savior's truths. Nothing, no physical, mental, emotional, or spiritual attack can ever... EVER... snatch me from the arms of my Savior. I may feel I am in an emotional emergency, but if I can just calm my spirit, look beyond the moment of crisis, and focus on the cross, there I will find the steady, unwavering, sheltered, protective, love of my Jesus. What joy. What JOY! I can't help but sit here and sing with all my heart the melody to the song , "What Joy! Psalms 146. Click play above on the link I shared.  Listen to the words cry out the truths!  Meet me in this moment. My daughter will find Him. She will. And until she does, I am CONFIDENT in HIM!!!

Eathan knew of that confidence. He GOT it. At three-years-old before He went home.... He GOT IT! So do I. So do my other children and my sweet husband.  So do many of my family and friends.  And I pray that so do you. If not, I am praying for you withthe same love and fervent desperation that I am praying for my rebellious adopted daughter who thinks she not only doesn't need her parents protection, she doesn't understand her need for Christ. I tell her all the time, as our home is one with a mix of biological and adopted kiddos, that it doesn't matter HOW she or any of them came into our lives.  Fact is, they all came because of Christ!  And because of that, He will be victorious!

"WHAT JOY! WHAT JOY FOR THOSE WHOSE HOPE IS IN THE NAME OF THE LORD!"


My peace is in HIM today... and always! May yours be as well!


Robin