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On Staring Out the Window and Holding onto Hope

in Faith in Action· Family· Holidays· Hope· Lent/Easter· Loss

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Last week I flew to Oklahoma to help care for my dad. His MS continues to take a little more of him every day, but wonder of wonders, it has not stolen his happy demeanor and lively spirit. Daddy is as kind a man as you’ve ever met, but let me tell you, he can be so hilariously ornery. His memory slips and slides, but he can still tell you which former President of the United States he takes issue with and why. He remembers to use his favorite phrase when he tastes something he doesn’t like. (That’s gag-a-maggot!) He remembers a lot of the words to Johnny Cash’s “Cry Cry Cry” and “Walk the Line.” He remembers to tell you he loves you in his thick Okie accent that would remind you of Blake Shelton’s.

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As I sat with Daddy last week, all these little things reminded me that no matter how deep the disease tries to burrow inside him, God’s grace burrows deeper still.

So I hold those things he does remember like fireflies in a mayonnaise jar, little lights for the dark days when I miss the way he used to be.

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I fly back home to Rocky Mountain country, and not long after my favorite four pick me up from the Denver airport do we hear the heartbreaking, soul-tearing news: 21 Christians beheaded in Libya the day after Valentine’s Day. The weight of that real life tragedy is enough to snuff out whatever light I have because really, who can shine while the world lobs evil to such an unfathomable degree?

I see those 21 faces in a photo and I can’t forget them, 21 lights in the dark on a far away beach.

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My daughter told me recently Mama, you sure like to look outside windows. And I smile at her and say Why yes I do, Faith.  I like to stare outside windows because when I look out a window, I usually find hope looking back in. 

I see hope and and a way to enter into that hope.

Between the jarring difficulties of last week and the rush of difficult news this week, I’ve been staring out the windows a lot lately. The hope seems a little harder to find, but it’s not impossible.

No matter the depth of tragedy, God’s grace is deeper still.

So my family and I pray for the families of the martyrs, the martyrs themselves, and that the men in black behind them become modern day Pauls rather than persecutors. It’s one thing we do to show we believe this:

No matter the depth of evil, God’s love is deeper still.

It’s how we enter into the suffering and be a light for those surrounded by dark.

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The Lenten season has begun, and I realize afresh just how much I need forgiveness. I realize afresh my heart has dark corners of its own, that on my own I have a hard time doing what I’m asked to do: Love the unlovely.

But when I enter into the Lenten season and sit with Jesus, I see that where my love runs out, His love runs through. It points to the ultimate light that says Because Jesus died on the cross and rose, all wrongs will be made right.

“The resurrection declares in advance of the event God’s total victory over all evil and oppressive forces–such as death, evil and sin. Their backbone has been broken, and we may begin to live now in the light of that victory, knowing that the long night of their oppression will end.”  ~ Alister E. McGrath, from Bread and Wine

We may live now within the long night of devastating disease and violence. But because we also know of the victory Jesus brings, we can live and love and pray in the light today, too.

No matter the depths of darkness, God’s light is brighter still.

And then I lean against the window and see how the light floods everything, reflecting Hope wherever it shines.

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Comments

  1. Jamie says

    February 19, 2015 at 2:05 pm

    I absolutely LOVE this, friend! Took my breath away when reading about praying for ISIS members to become modern day Pauls, what an awesome perspective!

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    • Kristen says

      February 19, 2015 at 7:46 pm

      Thanks dear one. I’ve heard that perspective here and there the last few days, and it moves me every time. Love you girl!

      Reply
  2. Sarah says

    February 19, 2015 at 3:10 pm

    Kristen, I think you’re loving the unlovely whenever you pray that they’ll become Pauls and not persecutors – what a great prayer, and a lovely post; I enjoyed reading about your dad.

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    • Kristen says

      February 19, 2015 at 7:46 pm

      Thank you, Sarah.

      Reply
  3. Leigh Ann says

    February 19, 2015 at 3:17 pm

    What a blessing that you have such a wonderful dad who loves you. I can see you treasure every moment with him.

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  4. Mollianne says

    February 19, 2015 at 3:44 pm

    Oh, Kristin. My sweet Daddy suffers from Parkinson’s Disease, and I watch as it steals bits and pieces of him. But then he will wink at me and for just a tiny second he is still 6 feet tall with a determined stride, skipping a step as he heads to the pulpit to preach in a strong voice on Sunday morning. Just for a split second. That glimpse of my Daddy reminds me that he will be restored to his new self someday. On hard days…at home, with my parents, at work, in the world…Hope is the only thing we have. Thank you for such a thoughtful post.

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    • Kristen says

      February 19, 2015 at 7:47 pm

      “That glimpse of my Daddy reminds me that he will be restored to his new self someday.” ~Yes and amen, Mollianne. Much love to you and your family.

      Reply
  5. Stacey Thacker says

    February 19, 2015 at 4:01 pm

    I’ve wrestled more with hope this past year than ever before. I assure it can take whatever you toss at it. It absolutely does not disappoint and it is anchored in heaven.

    Praying for you. And for your daddy.

    xo,
    Stacey

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    • Kristen says

      February 19, 2015 at 7:49 pm

      Stacey, I can’t tell you how much I’ve thought of you these last few weeks. Thank you for your own hope-filled words…they are a gift to my heart and soul. Love you friend.

      Reply
  6. Susan G. says

    February 19, 2015 at 4:04 pm

    Bless you Kristen, and bless your daddy. Thanks for sharing your story today. It certainly resonates with me. My mom is 86 soon and ‘fading’ slightly as well, even though we had a good visit and hearty laugh my last phone call. 🙂 Thanks for the encouraging words as well, on this ‘dark’ world, and reminding us all that God IS our Light in all the ‘darkness’. And He will always prevail!

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  7. Tatia says

    February 19, 2015 at 4:34 pm

    Wow, can I see your Daddy in you! Your earthly Daddy and your Heavenly one 🙂

    Your words ALWAYS strike a chord with me, girl…one day, whether here or in Heaven, I’m gonna HUG that neck of yours!

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  8. Beth Williams says

    February 19, 2015 at 7:45 pm

    Kristen.

    I’m right there with you on the daddy thing. Treasure the good moments the memories he has, etc. My dad moved into assisted living last January. Everything started out just fine then he had medication issues, falls, Etc. that landed him in hospital ER 4 times. He has dementia, sundowners, OCD, paranoia. With new medication added he has become more confused and unsteady on his feet. I can see him slowly slipping away. It hurts to know that any time now I will be parentless.

    I visit him at least once a week and call often. Praying he can go peacefully like mom did almost 6 years ago. Gosh I miss her.

    Lately I’ve done a lot of looking out windows. Just looking for a glimpse of hope!!

    Blessings 🙂

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  9. Chelsea says

    February 27, 2015 at 3:51 pm

    Beautifully written. I stand and stare out the window often and wonder how I can enter into the hope I see out there. I loved out you worded this even in the midst of the ugly things that happen in the world somehow you made it so beautiful.

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  10. Frances says

    March 5, 2015 at 10:26 am

    This was encouraging to me today. Thank you! I have been pondering the big problems of the world in my mind recently and it leaves me discouraged.. but also seeing more clearly that without Jesus we have no hope.

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