More Waiting…

Father God enough with the waiting already..

I’m going to be honest with you. This season of waiting is not being kind to me.. not in the slightest… Lord and if the tables haven’t turned on me in the last 7 days, I’m not sure what else was happening.

Those who follow know I’m single. And you’ve probably established that I’m trying to raise two young boys. The eldest has approached that pre-teen age and I’m again going to be honest.. this male-pre-teen thing is noooo joke! Sis, Bro, Mam, SIR.. I’ve no clue what version of human will emerge from his room each morning.. I’ve got to learn a whole new language “mumble”.. and like me he has no tolerance for repeating himself, but my boy does not know that I don’t speak mumble.. Any tutors in the house.. come find me please..! An off tangent entrance into my post, but just to add to the waiting, I’m being forced to navigate this new man child of mines… Father help me!

Anyway. I say that to say this.. I need help.

I often talk to God – indirectly about my marital position and how it impacts my sons as a plea to getting Him to send me some help. I was raised in a house of females. The only male I had was my grandfather and he is currently in a home with Vascular Dementia and so isn’t in a position to mentor or show them “man”.. I clearly have no clue what it means to be a “man” and so I look to God and ask him to please send me some help in raising these two boys.

I have a fear of them learning how to deal and navigate life from me – a highly emotional female. And as a result of my fears I know I have a tendency to be emotionally neutral even cold just so they don’t think that bursting into tears is the correct way to react to everything. Wrong, right, in-between.. I don’t really know. But I genuinely, at times, have no clue what else I am supposed to do. I also do not want them growing up thinking that this way of life – single mother blah blah blah is normal or what they should expect from life. I honestly feel that children are both products of what they are told and what they see. It’s harder for you to recreate something you have no knowledge of, and I am desperate to correct their version of “normal”..

In the midst of all these thoughts and feelings – this weekend I have been literally bombarded with message after message about “waiting”… You know when God is trying to tell you something and it seems like every message, every scripture eeeeeeeeeerrrrrbody is talking about Waiting.. And not just waiting – waiting well.

Sunday – Pastor skimmed past a scripture in part of his sermon. Numbers 9:15-23.

This scripture talks of the activity and inactivity of the pillar of fire by night and the cloud by day that was with the Children of Israel. This pillar/cloud was their Sat-Nav. When it moved, they moved. When it stopped, they stopped. The scripture expounded on this for us going into different spans of time. If it stopped for a day, they stopped for a day. A month, then a month it was. If it was a year, then they were still… no movement.. no journeying for a year. If the pillar/cloud didn’t move – neither did they. Verse 20: when the cloud was still for a few days, according to the commandment of the Lord they rested in their tents and didn’t move. The stillness – the no movement was a commandment, a strict instruction not to move..

We are talking about the Omniscient God – All knowing

Towards the end of Exodus they were told where they were going. Into a promise land. A promise made many… many… maaaaanny years ago – but this was all they had to hinge their obedience on. The fact that God said we were – He alone knows the way – so whatever and wherever – we are sold to it. Psalm 119:49-50 shares this feeling.

49 Remember your word to your servant,
    for you have given me hope.
 50 My comfort in my suffering is this:
    Your promise preserves my life

All I have is the promises that He made to me some four years ago now that I would marry. I was so concerned about getting this message I received correct that I went to a Prophetess, two pastors and a deaconess juuuuust to make sure I had heard clearly. And at the time.. I was excited  – thinking it was now.. and with the man I was in. And here I am.. four years later from that day.. Talking to you not only unmarried – but full on single..{Insert straight face – blinking}.. I can imagine the Children of Israel thinking the same thing.. “um.. wasn’t we supposed to be going somewhere ..all now” {re-insert straight face – blinking}..

But they were set on the promise – and that is all they had to go on. Their obedience was set and rooted in the promise made to them by the all knowing God. And sis, bro, Mam.. SIR … that is ALL we have at times – what He told us He would do, however long ago it was. His word will not and can not return to Him void – (Isiah 55:11). He’s not a man that He should lie (Num 23:19). That’s all we have to run on.. -The fact that He said it.

So after you’ve come to yourself.. however long that takes.. You’ll find comfort in the facts of the matter.. You will.. Promise

Much love lovelies ..

He’s Acquainted with My Grief : Daddy Knows

So this year has been one of the hardest years I’ve had for some time. In fact it has been a tough could of years, however I am still here. Better for it all. I can say that now – had you asked me a few months a go I probably would have side-eyed you and walked away in a full on stink.. I was hurt. I apologise to anyone who got side-eyed.. My Bad!

In a moment of deep despair and sorrow – feeling a deep sense of rejection, disappointment and betrayal, God sent me words of comfort that no other voice could speak.

I had spoken to a few sisters about the period of life that I was in, and many had offered many kind words. Many encouraged me -some with scripture, some with positive words of affirmation, others just got angry and the cause of my hurt – some seemed more angry than I was… Goodness, I had to calm them down.. like breath sister…breath!  But that’s what you call friends.

But in all honesty, none of it was working. None of it. The hurt I was feeling had sunk deep into the pits and the core of my being a place no one can reach.

The words they were offering – while kind, and true and sweet to the taste – none of it was getting to the real core of my pain. The pain I was feeling was not something I had experienced before. I was feeling more than I would express in words. And nothing adds salt to the wounds than feeling hurt and having no one that you can run to to make it all better. I would tell God.. “you mean I have to sit here, in this, by myself?” It was totally distressing. Utterly mortifying to feel like no one really got the way that I was feeling. And because no one knew how I was feeling – no one could fix it. No one.

I’ve talked previously about how I struggle with abandonment and feelings of being alone. This was all of that and a bag of chips rolled up into one messy blubbering mess. literally – BUT GOD!

I sat at my desk on evening and I heard ; Surely He has bore our griefs. He is fully acquainted with your sorrow…

It was a simple statement. Again, I knew parts of the scripture, but I went to read it in full. Isaiah 53.

I read it once.. and I read it again. And I read it again. This scripture lays out the life of Jesus from an emotional point of view. While he was about doing miracles and preaching an so on – Jesus was still very much human. He came in the form of flesh just so he could associate with how we feel – isn’t that amazing. He did that on purpose – JUST so that in times of grief and sorrow we could turn to him because he knows exactly how we feel.

I read the passage and underlined all the things he had endured – each of them related with me – deeply and genuinely. I read it in a number of translations – and it was literally like reading my present situation point for point. Feelings of being despised, rejected, turned on, avoided, pierce, crushed, oppressed, beaten, tormented, unjustly condemned, struck down, buried like a criminal.. all these things I was feeling and felt that I was totally alone in this – totally alone. But I was wrong. God is fully acquainted with my grief.

I wish I could fully articulate how liberating it felt to know that everything I was feeling – God knew and was acquainted with. So when I cry and say

“Daddy it hurts.. I gave my all and they still hurt me” He says “I know baby, I came to give my life for them and they still beat me half to death.. I know”..

When I cry and say “Lord why..? I cant do this”.. I hear Him say “I know it hurts baby, I know.. I wanted the bitter cup to pass too, I know”..

When those that hurt me walk past me like nothing happened and did noting – and I ask God “why?” – He says “I know.. my own disciples rejected me and swore blind they didn’t know me..I know rejection..I know it well baby”

And its not a sympathetic..there there, never mind.. it’s a ..I’ve been there, I’ve felt that, I’m acquainted with it, I fully feel your pain..

I just wanted to remind someone today OR tell you that you are in no shape or terms alone in your grief. Some heart ache is more that just sadness, its full on grief and sorrow you are feeling. Know that your Father is FULLY acquainted with what it is you feel right now. Nothing you are feeling is strange to Him, noting. All those feelings that are tormenting you and the feelings that tell you that you are doing life in isolation is a lie.. there is someone who has walked this road before and is walking it with you right now.. You’re talking to someone who knows…

Today He says “I know baby.. Daddy knows.. ”

God knows

Isaiah 53 Who has believed our message
    and to whom has the arm of the Lord been revealed?
He grew up before him like a tender shoot,
    and like a root out of dry ground.
He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him,
    nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.
He was despised and rejected by mankind,
    a man of suffering, and familiar with pain.
Like one from whom people hide their faces
    he was despised, and we held him in low esteem.

Surely he took up our pain
    and bore our suffering,
yet we considered him punished by God,
    stricken by him, and afflicted.
But he was pierced for our transgressions,
    he was crushed for our iniquities;
the punishment that brought us peace was on him,
    and by his wounds we are healed.
We all, like sheep, have gone astray,
    each of us has turned to our own way;
and the Lord has laid on him
    the iniquity of us all.

He was oppressed and afflicted,
    yet he did not open his mouth;
he was led like a lamb to the slaughter,
    and as a sheep before its shearers is silent,
    so he did not open his mouth.
By oppression[a] and judgment he was taken away.
    Yet who of his generation protested?
For he was cut off from the land of the living;
    for the transgression of my people he was punished.[b]
He was assigned a grave with the wicked,
    and with the rich in his death,
though he had done no violence,
    nor was any deceit in his mouth.

10 Yet it was the Lord’s will to crush him and cause him to suffer,
    and though the Lord makes[c] his life an offering for sin,
he will see his offspring and prolong his days,
    and the will of the Lord will prosper in his hand.
11 After he has suffered,
    he will see the light of life[d] and be satisfied[e];
by his knowledge[f] my righteous servant will justify many,
    and he will bear their iniquities.
12 Therefore I will give him a portion among the great,[g]
    and he will divide the spoils with the strong,[h]
because he poured out his life unto death,
    and was numbered with the transgressors.
For he bore the sin of many,
    and made intercession for the transgressors.

 

 

 

Sometimes, I don’t like waiting …

I have discovered something about myself recently. I have very little patients, neither do I like waiting.

I look back over my life and see how much I have done and did out of the inability to wait. I was working before the legal age, as my family were not one of these pocket money and allowance types. So rather than waiting and having to ask, I asked a lady in a charity shop near my grandparents home if I could work for her. She agreed and that where I would be found for as long as I could after school. As soon as I got my National Insurance Number (not even the card, just the number..lol) which meant I was now allowed to work I was out looking for a job. I secured one within a few weeks and have been working ever since.

When I was legally able to apply for a drivers licence I did so and was determined to pass this test. So it took me a few attempts, but I was determined to get this done. Why, because my family don’t know time and I wanted to be able to leave and go when I was ready. So due to my inability to wait and frustrations when it came to their time keeping, I did all I could to remove myself from that. Even to this day, I have to think twice when they offer me a lift to somewhere we are all going. While it means I don’t have to drive, and better for the Ozone and all that, I just have think… your likely to be late picking me up, meaning we are going to be late arriving where we are going, and likely, you’ll be the last to leave when its done..Then the question now remains – do I have enough patients for this? The usual answer is – NO! LOL

Currently, if I’m honest, I am struggling with this season of waiting. I’ve wanted to be married from a very young age. Hindsight tells me that, that may not have been such a good idea, but the desire for marriage has never left me – as often as I tell God to remove it, if it’s not in His will for me to marry! I rolled into my 30’s – grateful for life but VERY disappointed. I was 30 with two kids and no husband.. hardly a happy birthday moment for me. This really was not the way I had planned for things to go, but here I was.

This year I hit 31, still no husband. Still waiting, still desiring to be married and what seems to be nothing happening. Waiting!

We have a song we sing in church that says “I don’t mind waiting”. Being on the choir and a worship leader, I’ve had to sing it a few times, and lead the congregation in what is such a pretty song. But each time, the song is finish, I sit down, and I think.. well that wasn’t very honest was it now Candace. Because the truth is, sometimes – I do mind waiting. I do mind. I do mind sitting here like old meat on a shelf, unfavourable due to my past, unlikely matched due to my age, and a hard nut to crack due to my character. I do mind being the bridesmaid and never the bride. I do mind that almost every man I have been with is now married, I do mind that the few female friends I have had are all married now. I’m happy for them all, don’t get me wrong, but I would be lying if I said I get these invites, attend these weddings, see these pictures and don’t stop for a second to ask God.. when is it my turn?

When do I get to be someone’s good thing, when do I get to be held close, when do I get to share such amazing news that I have been found and chosen, that someone has found me and been mad enough to want to spend the rest of their life with me. When do I get shimmy down an isle toward my love, my king, my heart. At what point do I get to celebrate a union and set up that was ordained by God himself in such wisdom and beauty. That He would ordain for two to become one flesh in love, heart, body and spirit. When do I get to look into the eyes of one that will call me his and vow to be mines until his last breath. When will I get to be called bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh. When do I get to change my name – give up this one that holds so much pain, hurt, frustration, sadness in exchange for one that is a symbol of love, union, peace. One that I can write with a smile, one I can write with pride and joy. Lord, sometimes I do mind waiting.

While I trust God, and while I know that we should learn to embrace our seasons as they are beneficial and crucial to the next season, this season of waiting is not one I’m enjoying. I pray God increase my faith. My assurance. My trust in Him to be doing what is right for me. That this season – cold, dark, misty, uncertain, dry as it may be wont last forever, that my Spring will come – a time for new birth, freshness, newness, a season of life will come, and that I will be ready in waiting!

Noting particularly profound and deep today.. just wanted to share where I was at. Likely someone reading this is feeling the same way.. the least this will do is help you know that you are not alone..

Impatiently yours …

Sisters Daily x