“He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all —
how will he not also graciously give us all things?” (Romans
8:32, NIV)
“I
stood at Steven’s bedroom door, watching this now 17-year-old son asleep in a
tangle of sheets and limbs. He was six feet tall, needed a shave and sported a
mass of shaggy, thick brown hair. I thought about how much I loved this boy.
When
Steven was born, we had no idea we would be raising him as an only child. Years
of infertility struggles and the loss of our second child left us with a hollow
echo of the heart that we feared would never be filled. And yet, when I looked
at this sleeping man-child, loved filled every nook and cranny of my heart till
I thought it would burst. Still, there was always the wondering what life would
have been like had more Jaynes children filled the rooms, scattered their toys,
and left handprints on the walls.
‘Lord,’
I prayed, ‘You know how much I love children and how I always longed to be a
mom to a house full of children. I know your ways are higher than our ways, and
that You are my heavenly Father who knows what’s best for me, but God could you
show me a purpose behind the pain of those difficult years of longing? You
certainly don’t owe me an explanation, but I’d love to have a bit of
encouragement today. I’d love a nugget of gold.’
Standing in the door frame, watching
the rhythmic rise and fall of Steven’s steady breathing, God’s Word washed over
me.
"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son,
that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life." (John 3:16)
‘Is that You, Lord?’ I asked. ‘Is that
my nugget of gold?’
"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son,
that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life."
The
words washed over me again like a spring rain on parched ground, and my breath
caught. It was if the Holy Spirit illuminated Steven like a lone actor on the
stage. Steven … my one and only son. For the first time in my life I truly
grasped the height, the depth and the breadth of those familiar words. Jesus …
God’s one and only Son.
Yes,
I have a one and only son. I love many people in this world, but none enough to
sacrifice my only son. And yet God loved me that much. He loved you that much.
He loved us enough to sacrifice His one and only Son in order to make eternal
life with Him possible.
All
through those years of infertility and loss, Satan, the enemy, taunted me with
words of doubt. God doesn’t love you, he’d say. If He loved you, He’d give you
what you asked for. He doesn’t love you. You can’t trust Him with your heart.
And
yet, at that moment standing in Steven’s door frame, I realized just how much
God did love me. He had shown the light of His love on the enemy’s lie and
revealed the truth.
With
tears spilling down my cheeks, I thanked God for helping me understand His
great love — for giving me a living, breathing daily reminder of that love
every time I looked at my boy. If that was the only purpose behind the years of
infertility and loss of a child, then that was enough.
The
Bible says, “And
we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who
have been called according to his purpose" (Romans 8:28).What does
God really mean by ‘all things?”’Most likely He means all things — the good,
the bad and the ugly. In every dark circumstance of life, I believe that there
is a nugget of gold or a hidden treasure just waiting to be discovered.
However, for that to happen, we must look beyond the dirt, push it aside, and
search beneath the surface.
Is
it easy? No. Is it messy? Usually. It is worth it? Always.
Has
there been a trial or loss in your life? If so, I wonder if God has a valuable
treasure hidden beneath the surface of the pain, just waiting to be discovered.
Do you trust Him enough to push the dirt aside and see?
Let’s Pray
Heavenly
Father, thank You for loving me so much that You gave Your only Son so that I
could receive eternal life the moment I believed in Him.
In Jesus’ Name, Amen.”
PROTECTIVE
BOUNDARIES: Prayer Note # 32 by
Dutch
Sheets
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