The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, and He delights in his way. – Psalm 37:23
Sitting in the middle of my closet, next to an overflowing laundry basket, I sobbed and screamed at God. “Why are you doing this to me? WHY?” The “this” I referred to was a 3,000 mile, cross-country move shortly following the birth of my third son in thirty months. But that’s not all. Once we arrived in South Carolina and got settled into our new home, the army decided to send my husband to Iraq. Nifty! I was alone in a new community with no friends, family or a church where even one person knew my name. I was alone with three babies, still in diapers, and I had no clue how to survive as a single parent for eighteen months.
It was in the midst of my ugly mommy meltdown moment that I heard a gentle whisper. “I’ve got you!” No, I’m not a crazy person, and I am not hearing voices that aren’t there. This was an internal whisper, the kind “heard” in the soul. The kind that sends chills through the body and calms anxiety. This was the spirit of God, and He was speaking directly to me.
“You’ve got me?” I thought. “How exactly do you have me?” Listen, I’m not proud of this, but I got a little snarky with God. It got real in the closet that day. There was screaming, whining, crying…it wasn’t pretty. But all the while those gentle words were present, speaking truth to my soul. “I’ve got you”.
A few months later, as I was planning an event for my sisters at Protestant Women of the Chapel (PWOC), I came across this verse. “The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, and He delights in his way.” (Psalm 37:23)
God didn’t make a mistake of putting me here.
Immediately I was flooded with thoughts, coming to me with that same gentle whisper. “Do you remember that I’ve got you? You are exactly where I want you to be. Your move to South Carolina might not be about the needs of the army; it might be about my mission for you. Remember that I alone order your steps…not the army.”
In that moment, my perspective completely changed. Could we be here because of God’s mission for me, and not my husband’s service to the army? From that point forward I poured myself into my new life and my PWOC sisters and that scripture became my motto. I stopped looking back and longing for a home in California that was no more; and I began to seek my mission. If God was the commander of my steps, I wanted to be sure that each step counted.
As a child of God, everything that happens to me is ordained by My Father.
Oh sure, I still had to deal with three babies and their messes. I still got frustrated when #1 made snow angels with pancake mix on the kitchen floor; #2 created pudding-art on the carpet; and #3 drew on the walls with my lipstick. It was still hard keeping up with their activities and creative mischief, but this new perspective changed my entire outlook on the situation. I was a daughter of the King, and he was commanding my steps. My life in South Carolina, 3,000 miles away from my friends and family, was God’s plan for me. What was my mission? I may never know how God used my time in South Carolina to help another person, but I do know this: the boys and I thrived during that deployment, and I survived to tell the story. Maybe that was God’s plan all along.
My Sweet Sister, has a recent move knocked you off your game? Do you cry in the closet because you are alone, overwhelmed, and just plain mad at your situation? Are you lonely and longing for friends? Let me assure you it will get better. You will find your place in your new community and you will eventually thrive. But first you must realize that God, Himself, has ordered your steps. You are exactly where He wants you to be at the exact moment He wants you there. He’s got a plan for you. So, after your ugly cry and your “get real” moment with God, pick yourself up and go find your mission. Remember that no matter what – He’s got you.
“Fear not, for I am with you; Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, Yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.” – Isaiah 41:10
Loretta Monroe is a lover of Jesus, mother of three boys, and author of “Laughing All The Way to Kindergarten”. She blogs about the hilarity of motherhood and the truth of God’s word at LorettaMonroe.com.
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