The furnace for gold

September 29th, 2014

 

“My dear friend, sometimes God works a greater miracle when He sustains people in trouble than by delivering them.  To let the bush burn with fire and not be consumed is a greater thing than quenching the flame and saving the bush.

Possibly, the hard suspicion that Jesus does not care takes another form.  I do not ask the Lord to work a miracle, but…to feel the full assurance of the Savior’s presence, that this present trial will be swallowed up in a far greater weight of joy.  Yet to my regret, the Lord hides His face, and this makes my trial all the heavier.

It is not unusual for God to wreck the vessel in which His people sail.  Do not wonder if He causes two seas to meet around your boat, that there is nothing but a few boards and broken pieces of the ship left. If you have faith in Christ, He will bring you safe to shore.

It is not at all uncommon for the Lord to add the outward lashing of affliction to the inward scourging of conscience. This double scourging is meant for proud, stubborn hearts, that they may be humbly brought to Jesus’ feet.  God is bringing folly out of you by the sting of His rod.”
 
~Charles Haddon Spurgeon, in Beside Still Waters

 

“What shall I say! A holy and good God has covered us with a dark cloud. O that we may kiss the rod and lay our hands upon our mouths! The Lord has done it.”
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Sarah Edwards, in Marriage to a Difficult Man

 

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It’s so hard to know where to start when telling an acquaintance how I’m doing. It feels safest and least stressful to interact either with complete strangers, those I was already very close to before Tommy died, or those who have experienced great suffering and come through with softened hearts and sweetened spirits.

 

The four little boys and I are going weekly to a local counselor who specializes in grief and trauma and is a Christian. We first went two days after Tommy died. Some family and church friends are covering the costs.  My counselor is compassionate, human, empathetic, solid in her theology–no silly fluff, doesn’t talk down to me, goes right to the point, has valuable insight, speaks the truth, and gives me work to do.

 

All our children are doing well.  Our marriage is stronger than it has ever been before.  It is becoming more evident to us how God has been and still is using Tommy’s life and death as His tool to accomplish His good purpose in our family.

 

A few have hinted that they miss seeing pictures of our children.  I’ll put some here.  I haven’t taken many photos since Tommy died, but here are a few of Katie with her teacher in school last May that I’d wanted to post long ago.  They take the place of a thousand words.

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One more to show you the beautiful, sunny smile I see every day.

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How I am doing now doesn’t make sense without an understanding of where I was before.

 

After many months of severe sleep deprivation and stress and unresolved spiritual struggles, I suffered a major traumatic loss which caused significant physical and emotional repercussions, some of which are still ongoing. I’ve made progress, albeit slow and rocky, but I’m still far from being in a strong place mentally, physically, or emotionally.

 

It’s hard to describe how profoundly the loss of Tommy and the way he died have affected every level of my life, from the death of the hopes and dreams that God would someday allow us the privilege of adopting more children like Tommy and Katie, to the exhausting inner struggle to take every thought captive to the obedience of Christ after months of being sucked into believing cultural lies about myself and our family, to the PTSD-type symptoms like jumpiness/hyper-alertness, mental fog, weight loss, and difficulty sleeping, as well as other wonky stress-related symptoms such as hair loss.

 

It took weeks to get to where I could write.  At first, there was a solid concrete bunker between me and the outside world. Every breath, every thought was raw pain. It seemed impossible that I could ever again step outside the bunker. Never again would I have anything to write or want to write it.

 

Then there were better days and worse days. On the better days I felt like I could write. On the worse days, just thinking was a constant, exhausting, lonely battle against the default of “failure as a mom and as a human being.”

 

Those days still come at times, although less frequently.  I can’t think and I can’t not think. On those days, it’s a battle just to remember how I’m supposed to fight back against the lies.  Jesus. Fall on Jesus. Cry to Jesus.

 

During the first weeks, there was no clean grief. It was all knotted and tangled up with other complicated and unfamiliar pain.  Eventually, as my soul began to gain equilibrium in response to the truth, I could experience the familiar feeling of simple grieving, the pure hurt of missing my special boy. Through the personal losses of a beloved grandmother, mother, unborn baby, and my husband’s grandfather, I had already learned to know grief intimately as a painful but necessary journey toward healing.

 

My counselor and those who are closest to me have agreed that I need to regard myself as a wounded soldier.  I need protection, unpressured rest, and healing time, so I’ve been recuperating in a locked internet bunker.  Joe is standing strong with the key.  This means I am reserving my strength for the battle within and only interacting with those who have passed security to visit me in the bunker.

 

For the time being, I am not reading unmoderated comments or emails or otherwise engaging in the battle outside.

 

I’m continuing to write as I’m able, however, I’m not functioning well enough yet to put pressure on myself to keep up as I have in the past.  Thank you notes and brief emails are still emotionally exhausting.  My reserve of emotional, mental, and physical strength is miniscule and easily depleted.  But the logistics of our family now allow me time to move through my days in a paced, often slow manner.

 

We are grateful beyond words for all the prayers lifting me to the Father and for the friends He has sent to minister to me in my weakness and neediness.

 

Spiritually…

 

All my life until last winter, I had known God to be a certain way toward me, a beloved papa of a beloved child.  Then, during the worst of the outward pressure, it seemed as if He withdrew from us.  The help and protection and provision that He had always freely poured out on us seemed to be dwindling, insufficient, coming to an end.  Every shred of evidence I could see in every direction spoke to me of failure.  I asked, “I know You are good, but how can this possibly be good for our family?”  Silence.  There was no answer, no closeness with Him, no joy.  Only propositional truth to speak to myself in the dark.  In one hand I held the truth that God is good and in the other hand the truth that what He was doing to our family seemed bad.

 

My only comfort was seeing the agony and suffering of Jesus before the cross and on the cross.  The very Son of God was in anguish and felt abandoned.  He was not bubbling with joy when He was crying out to His Father in the blackness.  He did it for the joy that was set before Him.  This was my only comfort for many endless weeks.

 

“Please never do that to me again,” I pled.  “I can’t do this job without seeing Your face!”

 

In the space of three and a half minutes [49:08 to 52:29] in the middle of a documentary titled, “The Time to Live is Now,” He planted a crucial truth inside me that would still be waiting there months later, on July 31st.

“He said, ‘I promise you that if you make an effort to change your question, instead of focusing on why, and how broken you are, and how much it hurts, you instead look at Me and say, “God, who are You? I’m broken and messed up and I hurt because of this thing that happened to me.  But God, who are You?”  He said, ‘If you ask Me that, I promise you I will answer, every day, forever.  You stop and you ask that question and I will be here waiting.  I will answer.'”

 

I had wanted to feel close to Him as I had in the past, but I hadn’t been asking Him who He was.  I began to ask Him to show me who He is, but in the tumultuous, crazy-impossible, relentless pressure cooker of life caring for Tommy’s enormous needs with no outside help, I didn’t hear an answer.

 

After the first line of help arrived, and Tommy was in school three or four days a week, I remember saying to Joe, “That wasn’t ‘through fiery trials,’ that was ‘through the deep waters.’    ‘Through fiery trials’ would be losing a child.”  I imagined a vehicle accident taking an older son, or maybe a house fire.

 

At one point I snapped at Joe for something that offended me, and immediately the thought came to me, “After all that hardship, I am not broken yet.  People who are broken before God don’t snap at their husbands.  What is it going to take?”  And I prayed, yet again, as I have prayed for years, that He would break me.  Whatever it takes.  No matter what.

 

The week before Tommy died, out of desperate hunger I had begun listening to the Scripture read aloud on CD.  G-tube feedings of the Word, pouring healing, stabilizing nourishment directly into me.  In retrospect, how providential that the CD in the player when Tommy died was the book of Job.

 

One of the tasks before me now is to complete a ”script” of truth to specifically answer each attack of untruth that comes against my soul regarding Tommy’s death. The input of those who have a godly and objective perspective has been of immense help to me in this task.  But it must go beyond propositional truths I could write on a blackboard and teach to a class.  I am determined to persevere in that inner battle until the Lord grants my request that every answering truth about the loss of Tommy consistently feels true on the inside of me.

 

From the very first day, as the “Why?” rose within me, it was stopped by God.

“If you ask Me why, I will not answer that question.  You ask Me who I am and I will always answer that question.”

 

When my soul was in such agony that I couldn’t trust any word but God’s, but I couldn’t feel that the truth was true, I did know this–I knew that the next important thing would be to learn to know Him as He is.

 

He had to dismantle my incomplete idea of who He is so that I would seek to know Him as I had never known Him before.

 

He has been with me all the time, but I am asking Him to show me who He is.

 

Seeking Him.

 

Resting in Him.

 

Hoping in Him.

 

Waiting quietly for Him.

 

 

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How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word!

What more can He say than to you He hath said,
You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?

Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed,
For I am thy God and will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen and help thee, and cause thee to stand
Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.

When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of woe shall not thee overflow;
For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

When through fiery trials thy pathways shall lie,
My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply;
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.

 

 

 

 

 

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58 Responses to “The furnace for gold”

  1. Britney says:

    You and your family continue to be in our prayers, dear Susanna…

  2. Cindy says:

    So good to see you share from your heart. It was so good to see you out and give you a real ((((hug)))). You continue to be in our thoughts and prayers. Thank God for His word that is Truth, may He hourly feed your heart and soul!

  3. Terri in BC says:

    I have followed your blog sporadically, I found it when I was looking for information on Down syndrome – my friend adopted a 8-year-old with the syndrome. I was saddened to read about Tommy, but grateful he knew such happiness and joy with you and your family. I believe God intervened to give him a loving home in his last year, but had been planning to bring him home all along. When my mother passed, I read a great book “Were is God when it hurts” that helped tremendously. I pray for peace for you.

  4. Gina in Spain says:

    I Continue to pray for you and think of you everyday. HUgs….

  5. Alice says:

    I’m hanging onto the nuggets He is giving you. Not to ask “why” but to ask who He is. And you are in my prayers.

  6. Susanna says:

    I’m not sure if anyone will come back and read this now, but I appreciate the comments challenging my statement on being broken before God and snapping at one’s husband.

    Sometimes I’m wrong or have an incomplete idea that needs to be rounded out or balanced. It’s always good to hear a different perspective to help me go back and think things through more carefully and several of you did that for me.

    When Adam and Eve fell into sin, they rejected the serpent’s desire that they worship him rather than God. Instead, they began to worship themselves, and as their heirs, I recognize this same tendency in myself. The ever-present temptation is to operate as a princess on my throne, sure of how the universe ought to be run, expecting to be treated as I think my elevated position deserves. At worst, I become a little tyrant, either actively or passively making others feel that they never get it perfect enough fast enough to make me happy. I assume that it’s all about me, take offense quickly, assume that they deliberately mean to hurt me, and demand that they treat me with love and grace I don’t extend to them.

    But if I’m in a broken, humbled position before God, aware of my desperate need for His mercy and grace, HE alone will be pre-eminent in my heart. If Jesus and His grace are filling me up, when I am broken, will He not spill outward from my life to those around me? Will I not grow more like Him in loving and extending grace rather than treating others as I believe their sins deserve?

    “A cup brimful of sweetness cannot spill even one drop of bitter water, no matter how suddenly jarred.” ~Amy Carmichael

  7. Susanna says:

    I’m not sure if anyone will come back and read this now, but I appreciate the comments challenging my statement on being broken before God and snapping at one’s husband.

    Sometimes I’m wrong or have an incomplete idea that needs to be rounded out or balanced. It’s always good to hear a different perspective to help me go back and think things through more carefully and several of you did that for me.

    When Adam and Eve fell into sin, they rejected the serpent’s desire that they worship him rather than God. Instead, they began to worship themselves, and as their heir, I recognize this same tendency in myself. The ever-present temptation is to operate as a princess on my throne, sure of how the universe ought to be run, expecting to be treated as I think my elevated position deserves. At worst, I become a little tyrant, either actively or passively making others feel that they never get it perfect enough fast enough to make me happy. I assume that it’s all about me, take offense quickly, assume that they deliberately mean to hurt me, and demand that they treat me with love and grace I don’t extend to them.

    But if I’m in a broken, humbled position before God, aware of my desperate need for His mercy and grace, HE alone will be pre-eminent in my heart. If Jesus and His grace are filling me up, when I am broken, will He not spill outward from my life to those around me? Will I not grow more like Him in loving and extending grace rather than treating others as I believe their sins deserve?

    “A cup brimful of sweetness cannot spill even one drop of bitter water, no matter how suddenly jarred.” ~Amy Carmichael

  8. April says:

    Susanna
    I just got here now to read this and I feel like I need to copy paste and print it, and read it again and again. Along with your reply about being broken.
    You’ve always inspired me as a wife and mother and you continue to do so in your grief. I’m praying for you and your family.
    Love April

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