Pacific Northwest Christian

Everything Beautiful in its Time

I’m sitting on the patio off our kitchen as the sun rises in late August. My delightful lab drops the tennis ball taunting to me to play fetch. We will play, oh we will, many times throughout the day! First I need my coffee. I see Mt Adams in the distance with her snow-capped peak in the distance. We’ve had very few wildfires this summer in a place where wildfire smoke accompanies many summers. Its been refreshing. We have a few more days of summer break here in the Pacific Northwest before our kids go back to school. Rain has fallen several times the past week and has brought the heat of summer to a milder and more enjoyable temperature.

It has been a very northwest summer for our family! From Washington to Idaho for a youth camp, to Oregon to visit friends, to camping and hiking in northern California exploring the Redwood National Park, we have enjoyed the diversity of scenery. We even tried some boogie boarding in the ocean, the day after a tsunami warning which turned out to be a few added inches to the shallow waves where we were. At our campsite the night before, we decided to eat extra amounts of s’more bits and have a campfire read aloud because as my husband sang, “Its the end of the world as we know it!” In fact, there was word that the town near us was evacuating. One of our campsite neighbors had read that the Red Cross said you are safe if you’re at 150 ft above sea level, which we were at 160 ft! But as we fell asleep that night, I told the kids, half-joking, if water comes to our campsite, grab a tree and hold on!

Coming home is always a lot of work to get everything unloaded, washed and put away again, and to get the sand out of everyone’s belongings! We happily came home to a messy and torn up back yard. You wouldn’t naturally think that a yard dug up by an excavator would mean all is well, but it was, at long last.

Earlier this year, I was walking out in the back of our yard just to check on things. There was a spot in our septic tank drain field that was slowly flooding and we were putting off fixing it because its a large property and there is so many other things to maintain. As I walked around to the small flooded area, I noticed it was spreading and getting larger, and the black gooey substance on top of the grass looked increasingly toxic. We found out that our entire septic tank had failed. So we worked on preparing a plan to connect to the city sewer.

Before we left for our vacation time, the excavator began digging to lay the new pipe work, and completely smash up the old, concrete septic tank which was probably over 50 years old. After laying the pipes, he backfilled the area where he dug. Because he had to work in this area, we turned off the irrigation to that part of the grass and risked the health of our little cedar privacy border, and the grass understandably turned yellow. Bricks from the outdoor patio were removed so he could connect the pipes, and large rocks were unearthed in the process. Its a messy yard. You wouldn’t think that we’d be happy about such a beat up section of yard, but looking at it, we don’t focus on the mess, we know its fixed, and we see the potential for beauty.

Isn’t that how it is with God? When He comes in to excavate our hearts, there is a lot of demolition work to be done. He smashes idols… out of mercy. He tears up the old ways… out of mercy. He gives us a new heart to replace the broken unusable one that has been flooding our lives with sewage, and completely cleanses us. All mercy. Rocks appear out of nowhere and are scattered across the yard. A person saved by God’s grace is someone who is being excavated, or to put it in Biblical terms, sanctified. That process is often messy on the outside as God’s grace works in that person’s heart and then flows out to other areas of his or her life. Sanctification is a lifelong process, and slowly the beauty of God’s grace emerges and others can see what God has done from the inside.

When I looked at our yard after we got back from vacation, it was a beautiful mess! Beautiful because I know that deep underground, the problem was fixed. The old had gone and the new had come. But what to do about this mess? As I stared for many long minutes at a time, a plan came together in my mind. We would take all the bricks out of the ground and create a garden space… of course. So that is what we have been working on in early mornings before it gets too hot. We removed and stacked the patio bricks, then I laid down weed fabric, a brick border, and bark mulch where we will set 4 raised garden beds next summer. My project is still in the works. I’m only half way there, but its looking beautiful.

There’s no wind today, and the sun is up. I think I will finish this project soon. There will be more work to do like hand-picking all the large stones, setting the sprinkler in the large swaths of yellow grass, trying to save the little cedars from withering up in the heat. And then maintenance. But I see beauty.

Isn’t that also how God sees us? His salvation rescues us from sin and brokenness. His work is complete in our hearts even if we don’t see it. What does He see? He sees beauty. He sees what is to come, and He promises to do that work in our hearts and lives. He does the work, and gives the vision, and then sets out to complete what He has started in us.

And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ.
— Philippians 1:6 ESV Bible

Do you see a difficult relationship in your life? Do you have before you an uncertain future or broken ways of thinking that result from fear? We all have brokenness in our lives that our Lord is working on. The heart problem has been solved, our sin has been covered by Christ’s blood if you have faith in Christ. The new pipes have been connected, buried in the soil of your heart. The excavation has been accomplished, and now the Gardener gets to create beauty from that. Imagine the gardens that God envisions in your life! Ask Him for that! He will create a place of beauty out of all that has been torn apart. I’ve seen it happen in my own life, over and over again. But more importantly, its what God says in His Word.

He has delivered us from the domain of darkness and transferred us to the kingdom of his beloved Son, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.
— Colossians 1:13-14 ESV Bible

Questions to ponder:

  1. Have you responded in faith to the call of God in Christ Jesus to surrender your life to Him and accept His offer of free grace?

  2. What areas of your life need excavating? Why not ask Him to show you those areas? A long time ago, I pictured in my mind the house of my heart. And I asked the Lord to go through the rooms of my heart and show me where change needs to happen. He will show you!

  3. The answers to your deepest heart questions won’t come from a person, or reading a devotional, or a book, though those things can be wonderful. The answers to your deepest needs come from knowing God in His Word, and His Word is where your heart needs to dwell. Find a Bible reading schedule to keep yourself immersed in His Word, and begin today!

In my garden, I imagine dahlias and lavender nestled into the corners of my raised beds, attracting the pollinators to do their mighty work. I imagine a wooden garden bench to sit down on and watch the sunset on summer evenings. I imagine our little struggling cherry tree, finally thriving and providing shade, green grass, and butterflies. I imagine the beautiful work of the Faithful Gardener who makes all things beautiful in His time.

He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also, he has put eternity into man’s heart, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end.
— Ecclesiastes 3:11 ESV

Dreamers Dreaming Greatly

“Before us all dawned, I think a new horizon – of the glory of the task to which God has called us – a glory in its every hardness & in the sense that we are working for the future & its coming day.  ‘We were dreamers dreaming greatly.'”  Lilias Trotter, Missionary to Algeria, 23 October 1911

A couple times this year, I was asked if we’ve experienced anything difficult in church planting. Church planting is hard. Its a daily dying and offering up of yourself to do work that is counter cultural, brings criticism, sits with people in their pain and suffering, counsels people to overcome sin in their lives, and intercedes in prayer for the building of a body of believers to stand against the powers of hell through the power of the Holy Spirit. It has been incredibly hard. Church planting has brought us to our knees in prayer many times. Throughout each trial that God ordained, He has strengthened us with a willingness to bear these things for the Kingdom of God, cocooning us in His love, defending us with His shield, becoming to us the Refuge to which we run. . We know our struggle is not against flesh and blood.

It made me think, have we not shared enough about our struggles? Have we only shared about the victories? I am a “glass half full” kind of person and so I try to see all the ways God is at work in a situation and then rejoice to bring Him all the glory, no matter how small the victory. I live to express my worship to God and praise Him for being the Wonderful One, and so that joy comes forth like a waterfall. But that joy is hard won. That joy was purchased for me on a bloody Roman cross by the Perfect One, the Lord Jesus. That joy was poured out through his electing will and through the indwelling of His Spirit. That joy was worked and reworked inside me as I went through years of formation during the dark years of depression and obsessive compulsive disorder, years of medication, counseling, and prayers for healing. Those dark times drove me to my Lord Jesus to depend on Him in ways I wouldn’t have, had everything been okay in my life. It was not okay for a very long time and at various times.

So I hide myself in the Lord Jesus where I find His protection and safety and security in His presence. I feed on His Word to sustain me and solidify my hope. He trains my hands for war, and that is what church planting is - it is war and a declaration of the victory of Christ claiming more souls with His torrent of love and forgiveness and grace.

As our fifth summer of church planting begins here in central Washington State, we see the beauty of summer unfolding in gardens, orchards, vineyards, in hiking trails and vacation time begins with visits to the woods, our favorite book shop, the new bake shop and of course the little garden shop where I just recently found the moonlight petunias I had been longing for. The reality of life is that life overlaps, with the good and the bad, the holy and the profane. As sun and heat bring vigor to our bones, it also brings local fires where people lose homes and animals and we watch the sky fill with smoke as friends send text notifications of evacuation. While our church continues to joyfully welcome new members, we also find freshly sprayed graffiti messages at the front entrance of our building. We step over these words as we enter to worship our Lord. Life overlaps.

Church planting is hard, but its very hardness is what makes it meaningful. The Lord works through those hardships to form us and to equip us. Nothing is wasted in the economy of the Lord’s work. And now we get to walk alongside others who are planting churches too, and encourage, pray, and support their work! We see God forming potential church plants in two areas near us. Our networks of friendships are planting churches in places around the country, and even more with those overseas planting gospel seeds for the beginnings of redeemed communities, gardens of God’s people being transformed by His wonderful Word, by the Word. The Holy Spirit hovers over His people, His gardens, and brings forth full and abundant life by His breath. We are dreamers dreaming greatly.

Wait on You

Photo by Wojciech Święch on Unsplash

I stood still beside the window looking out on a misty morning, darkness fading as day came with conquering light, slowly yet confidently bathing the fields with exposure to beauty and knowledge. I didn’t know this new land. I had only driven through, spent little time in this city that we have now lived in for 7 cumulative years, having moved away and back again. Yet that first morning I awoke in this place was beautiful. It was filled with wonder and a holy fear. Where is this road taking us?

We were staying in a guest suite and I was having early labor pains. We had been to the hospital the morning before to make sure it was alright to travel across the mountains to the Yakima valley. It was too early to go into labor, I was not even 30 weeks along and yet the contractions were regular and constant. The doctor at the hospital monitored the baby and gave me some medicine to slow the contractions. Thankfully, it worked. My baby was safe.

We packed up our two toddlers and made the trek across the mountain pass. We were scheduled to meet with a church for my husband to candidate for the worship pastor job. I had mapped out every hospital along the route just in case the rumblings turned into full on labor.

On that morning of awaking to a blue pink misty field, I didn’t know how I felt about this place of unknowns. The gentle mist rising in an unknown land, a place and people that was foreign to me, and the question of whether we would raise our precious ones here. Would I trust the Lord with His shepherding love? Would I trust that the Lord would hold our family the way I was holding my pregnant belly, protecting the beloved  child growing inside?

Fast forward to this summer…

I’m always looking for new music, a new soundtrack to add to my personal life collection. I was telling some ladies recently, that while growing up, I was heavily into the CCM music scene. I knew every song by all the big name Christian artists and bands. There were few artists that I admit I didn’t know, but the ones I did, I listened to their music on repeat. Their song lyrics filled my days, and I memorized every lilt and stylistic overtone. I studied the cassette tape and cd jackets, enjoyed every photo and design element, and even took note of who played which instrument, who wrote the songs, who sang BGV’s, which instruments were used, and where the recording studio was located. These were important details, and I studied them like a kid studies baseball cards.

But not so today. Life is full and priorities have changed over the decades. Although, when I notice that an artist I appreciate has teamed up with an artist I’ve never heard of, I take notice of that. That is how I discovered Hillside Recording. I was listening to Tenielle Neda’s rendition of Yet Not I But Through Christ in Me, and saw that she had partnered with another band. Curious, I clicked over to their music and discovered new music to enjoy.

The cover art for the song, Wait on You, is a photograph of a field at dawn. I am drawn into this peaceful scene of a misty morning in the country, awaking to birdsong, and absolute quiet, a picture of serenity and peace, of the hope of a new day and new mercies from the Lord, of entering a day seemingly untouched by the brokeness of the world.

This photograph and song led me into two memories of awaking to a misty morning. The second memory is as a teenager at summer camp serving as a camp counselor at a Christian ranch in British Columbia. At early morning before dawn, I dressed and stepped outside of the cabin. Taking the road, I walked toward the fence with every crunch of gravel under my hiking boots. A baby calf stood nearby in the dew drenched grass, a fog covering everything, and a silence so peaceful. I longed to know Jesus more, to experience his presence and wait for him. Perhaps that is why a morning alone and in quiet is so precious to me. I want to sit at the feet of Jesus and wait on him with wonder and a holy fear, with a trust in the One who said, “Be still and know that I am God.”

I hope you too enjoy this song and learn to wait in expectation of the One who does more than we can ask or imagine.

In the stillness before dawn breaks
Steady my heart and mind as long as it takes
My God I've never seen far
Just keep my eyes on places You are
In every season I will wait
I will lean into Your strength
You will fight my battles I need only to be still

Wait on You, Song by Diana Trout and Hillside Recording