If you missed Part 1, you can read it here – My Story Part 1
So, we pack up and leave the church parsonage and move to an apartment. My husband starts sending out resumes and bam, just like that he was back on church staff (at another church). I think when ministers get hurt like this, the worst thing you can do is jump back into another church. But we felt we had no choice.
And you know that thing where history tends to repeat itself. The next church ended in a similar way. Except this time everybody got fired.
But the same day that happened, our daughter had been very sick and ended up in critical condition at the hospital. Only one couple from that church showed up. We would spend the next 3 days in the hospital with our daughter completely alone. Completely abandoned by everyone we knew.
At that moment, my faith in people was destroyed and my faith in God was hanging on by a thread. What did we possible do to deserve this treatment by His people?
We would be in ministry for another 3 years and then it ended. Abruptly. In a failed church plant. The church plant vision was spot on. The location was perfect. Funding was there. The only problem. The two people trying to lead it were broken.
And for the next 3 years we would be wandering in the wilderness wondering if God was punishing us. That we were such a disappointment and that we had failed. Life was nothing like I had hoped for. Where was God in the midst of my broken dreams? Why did he allow us to be so hurt by the church?
I felt like we had been left out in the desert to die. I felt like dying. And I was dying on the inside. But you know what happens on the other side of dying…. LIFE… REAL LIFE. Christ died so that we could have life. But it required dying. But on the other side of dying…is resurrection. New Life.
Something amazing happened while in the desert.
I had our second daughter. She was a gift. She was oozing with life.
She was a fulfilled prophecy from my first daughter. And in a dream, God confirmed this prophecy and gave me her name. (And apparently God didn’t get the memo that I was Baptist).
I think it truly amazing that even in my absolute brokenness, God found a way to reach me. Even if it was in my dreams. That by night he called to me. Relentlessly pursuing my heart.
And this baby LOVED me with a pure love that to this day I still can’t describe. And that thick wall around my heart began to melt. It was as if the breath of God Himself was breathing life into my nostrils.
I wanted to feel this way about our whole family, but felt so much shame by how I had treated my husband and first daughter in my anger. I wasn’t sure if they could ever love me like that. But there is absolutely nothing that God can’t redeem.
And God hadn’t abandoned me after all. In fact, the wilderness wasn’t about punishment. The wilderness was my refuge. It was my rescue. The wilderness was where I would come to die. The old me dead. Buried.
The new me raised to walk a brand new life.
So let me ask you a few questions. Have you ever felt totally alone? Do you feel like you are walking in the wilderness and that God has abandoned you? What if you changed your perspective of the wilderness you are in. What if God is using the wilderness to do something amazing in your life. Will you embrace the wilderness to allow God to change your heart and bring you to a whole new life on the other side.
Cheryl
Read My story – Part 3 – The promised land