Friday, March 18, 2011

This Not So Safe Place

I can hear the refrigerator running as I type. That means one thing: there is blessed silence in the house! It is so hard to get myself to bed when I can enjoy quiet for hours on end.

Darryl is back in the game, well sort-of. He's back but not really back. He has been sleeping for nearly three days straight. Sentences are left unfinished and I find myself alone in conversation as he drifts off in the middle of nearly everything I say. That's okay. It's been a good long time since I've been able to soak up quietness like this.

In all the quiet I've been thinking much about safety. Or at least what we perceive as safety. On a quick jaunt to the grocery store I turned on Dave Ramsey. A married girl, 25 years old, was calling in to ask exactly what they should do with their money next. They had paid off their student loans and cars, had a six-month emergency fund, and were starting to save for when they would have their child in three years. (Seriously, how do people plan this stuff!?).

I felt small. My portfolio isn't quite as planned, neat, or...shall we say, full? Five years on the mission field. Back with high needs. Jobless. Not established. Four kids (oh wait, that makes me established, right?). No idea what will happen in three years.

Not a whole lot of security in least according to Dave Ramsey. I'm not knocking Dave Ramsey or financial planning. It's good stewardship. But so much of me (and probably you too) wants to leverage with God and bargain for security, even financial security. We want planned lives. No detours. Please.

Bless me and give me things and please, please don't make me hurt. I want my health, my safety. However safety is stripped away at a moment's notice from believers and non-believers alike (the images from Japan still chill me). Sometimes God peels back these layers of safety. We look around and see all the good and legitimate things we built around us (financial plans, family plans, nice houses, good hospitals) and somehow all those safe things can't protect us. Not from disease, earthquakes, disability, death. It shakes us. It shakes me.

If Christ is our hope we can be thankful for the pain. We can be thankful for having our foundations shaken. We can be thankful to see all the artificial safeties collapse like cardboard around us. It is then that the Solid Rock (Christ!) is seen, felt, and realized. It's then that we see all other ground for what it is, sinking sand.


Belinda said...

Yes Kara! Your words are beautiful and so true. Thank you for the reminder.

Rachel said...

I know exactly the feeling of delaying bedtime because there is actually peace and quiet in the house!
Thank you once again. You write so beautifully of God's faithfulness. Louie Giglio speaks of this too, that our live's ambitions are to float a calming down life's river for as long as possible (in good health) with our loved ones gathered around us. This is not God's plan for our lives. God knows our hearts, and sees if they are dependent completely on Him alone.

Anonymous said...

Love you guys so much :)
Say hi to the kiddos and the mister today. Praying for you all. This was a great post.

Jean Z.

Anonymous said...

I just found your accident? Don't think so, not much is when you believe in a God of providence, as I do.
I enjoyed reading and you make perfect sense, which is a rare thing in today's world.
I'll be visiting often.
May the Lord bless you and yours.
Louise in Michigan

Kara said...

Thanks so much for your thoughts! @Louise, thanks for stopping in. I'm in Michigan too! ~Kara