Surrendered
In 2015 God used a most unusual man to minister to me after my daughter’s Glioblastoma diagnosis. Tucked away in the Old Testament, in a book just three short chapters long, is a man by the name of Habakkuk. His name means “to wrestle”, and wrestle he did. The book starts out with Habakkuk asking God, “O LORD, how long shall I cry for help, and you will not hear?” I very much identified with Habakkuk and his wrestling in 2015 and now, at the start of 2018 I’m identifying with his story in a whole new way. You see 2015 Habakkuk was questioning, crying out, he was trying to fix things. 2018 Habakkuk has surrendered his circumstances. He has come to God with his shava (Hebrew for “to cry out, to shout”) and now this simple farmer is standing by his watchpost (Habakkuk 2:1) singing to God and waiting for Him to speak. And so it is with me... On Wednesday of last week I had my own shava moment when my daughter Kelsie had a seizure that lead to the diagnosis of not one bu