I tend to think that our “American” culture doesn’t lend itself well to celebrating. I don’t think we laud the beautiful things in life enough. Outside of our graduations, weddings, first baby, what is there? The occasional big birthday but that’s about it. That’s a shame really, because there is a lot in this life worth celebrating. It doesn’t need to be a huge thing, I don’t mean giant parties and formal balls but there’s nothing wrong with saying “this moment right now, I want to commemorate” maybe with a good meal, or drinks, a letter to a friend, a small trip, a special dessert (I’m especially keen on the dessert one).
During a very discouraging time in ministry my husband and I found ourselves swallowed by pain. Ministry can be oh so beautiful, but it can also be very treacherous. We’ve been blessed in that we’ve mostly loved it, but it can’t always be that way. During this difficult time we were both broken hearted, hurt, and angry. I felt so lost and I couldn’t fall asleep let alone pray. My mind was a whirlwind storm and it seemed impossible to put two thoughts together. So I called on fellow sister’s in Christ to pray for us, to stand in that gap and cover us with God’s love. Not a huge group (I was careful not to make it into an excuse to spread hate and gossip), but with women whom I trusted, whom I knew loved me, who maybe had been there. They prayed, and during that time when all I could manage to think was “please God” they prayed with the words and the love that was needed. They were there for me, listened to me cry and rant and gently spoke words of forgiveness to my heart. During a time when I wasn’t even able to hope that God could rectify the situation they believed He could.
Then it happened. God moved, and the cloud was lifted. In an instant things were different, better, blessed. And I went to bed and I slept better than I had in weeks and then I woke up. Life was normal. Good, but normal. It didn’t seem right that after all that, God’s movement should be seen so quietly. So, I ordered tacos and chips and salsa from the best Mexican place around, and I drove it to the Church and I supped with my husband and the church administrator (who was also a dear friend). We celebrated what the Lord had done with the best tacos around. I think that God is pleased with a taco offering, if it’s sincere, and it was so very sincere.
I think the good things the Lord has done are worth celebrating, don’t you? For those of you who pray for Brian and I and our ministry, thank you. Even if you don’t realize it, those prayers are power, and a gift we cherish.