The Masterpiece

By Jamie Martelle

When I was a little girl, my mom was a cook at a nursing home, out in the country in Milford. I would go to work with her sometimes, and my favorite thing to do there, besides gazing at the peacocks strutting their stuff (from a distance, because they were mean!), was to go to the art room with Mary Ann Miller, the lady who was apparently the residents’ art instructor, or activities coordinator. To me, Mary Ann was the keeper of the paints and brushes and all things creative and wonderful. Mary Ann would sit me down at a table with a project and talk to me while I dabbled away at my childish efforts of creating a masterpiece.  I can remember a picture of a mouse wearing a dashing little outfit and hat, a cartoon sketch, that Mary Ann would transpose magically on a piece of wood, and then I could fill in the lines with brilliant shades of purple and orange, with gray or brown for the mouse’s fur (or is it hair?).  While it was great fun to bring that little character to life on the surface of whatever it was I was painting on, I yearned to create a scene of my own making.  Occasionally I’d give it a try – Mary Ann was very agreeable and accommodating – and it was certainly a fun adventure for me to see what I could come up with, but it always fell short of my hopes and anticipation of what it could become.

There is a masterpiece in the making, and you and I are a part of it. It will be finished someday, and we’ll be astounded to behold it in all of its glory. The most amazing thing about it is that it is ongoing, and changing all the time, as time goes on and all of God’s creation goes through the birth pains of what is coming. If you’ve ever seen Bob Ross on PBS, creating a landscape scene of happy little trees, hills, and puddles, you’ve witnessed how these things take shape on the canvas in his discretion and under his hand. When something doesn’t go quite the way he planned, he says there are no mistakes, only happy accidents, and he changes plans and creates something new out of it. God does not make mistakes, nor does He have “accidents.” Every nuance of the work He is creating is perfect under His hand.  All the detours that you and I take in our lives that vary from the best of what God has to offer us add to the painting, all of our lives are taken into account; some parts are shrouded in darkness as we have ventured off on our own away from His light. He even uses those places to somehow add to the beauty He is working out in each of our lives. Other parts are brilliant and filled with light and color and hope where we have found ourselves journeying closely with our Creator, becoming all He intended us to be.

There is a masterpiece in the making, and you and I are a part of it. It will be finished someday, and we’ll be astounded to behold it in all of its glory. The most amazing thing about it is that the Painter is God Himself, and because of Christ, you and I get to be a part of it. Because God sent His one and only Son, Jesus Christ, to save us from our sins, so we could be partakers of His life—abundant, eternal life with Him. This ache in our hearts that tells us there has got to be something more than this world offers, is the proof of His existence and His drawing us toward Him and our heavenly home. God will not be disappointed in His finished work, and neither will we.

 We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time.  Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption to sonship, the redemption of our bodies.  For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what they already have?  But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently. (Romans 8:22-25)

And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose. (Romans 8:28)

For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 8:39-39)

And I heard a loud voice from heaven saying, “Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people. God Himself will be with them and be their God. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away. Then He who sat on the throne said, “Behold, I make all things new.” And He said to me, “Write, for these words are true and faithful.” (Revelation 21:3-5)

COURAGE LOST – COURAGE FOUND

By Jamie Martelle

 

My last blog post was all about rising above my anxious thoughts.  As though the enemy was offended by this, there have since been some forces at work in my life that have really tested me, grating away at my already-delicate level of confidence.  The sense of unease settled over me like a fog, sometimes awful and thick, with glimmers of fear and doubt flashing through the darkness.  There was just no powering through this.  Little things turned into monsters and grew so large they seemed to obscure what little light was still shining.  My mind, heart and soul froze up, and I realized I had lost my courage.

The question brewing in my mind was, what does a person do when she’s lost her courage?  A few (foolish) things came immediately to mind:

  • You can start making a mental list of the ten (or twenty) dumbest things you’ve ever done in your life and start replaying them painfully over in your head until you just crawl under the covers and stay there.
  • You can systematically wipe out all of the food in your cupboards, starting with the carbs.
  • You can drink, smoke, or use whatever other chemical is currently your preference; or,
  • ______________________ (Fill in the blank).

I have struggled all of my life with anxiety and panic disorder.  I don’t know if it will ever be completely gone until I reach my heavenly home, but it has lessened, a great deal, thankfully. I have been redeemed and I am a child of God.  In this state, I have found that there is a certain peace and hope at the core of my being, but still, I am very human in a very broken world.  That knowledge keeps me on my knees, seeking God for healing and refining me into becoming the person He created me to be.  I have “done my time” in the prison of addiction to substances, and I am forever thankful for God’s deliverance.  However, I still struggle with fear and anxiety.

I was pondering this while pouring a bowl of cereal, after eating a huge mound of popcorn and several handfuls of nuts, when I thought of Elijah.  Elijah was a prophet in Israel during the reign of a very evil king and queen, Ahab and Jezebel (see 1 Kings 17-18).  Ahab and Jezebel were just plain scary.  Yet, Elijah went up against them and was empowered by God to demonstrate His authority over this earthly king and queen who had rejected Him.  Elijah was so brave!  And yet, after an amazing display of God’s awesome power and might, in partnership with Elijah before all the people, Elijah received news that Jezebel was going to destroy him, and he ran for his life.  Elijah was exhausted and burned out. His resources were all used up and God knew it.  He had mercy on Elijah. He sent an angel to care for Elijah, to feed him and minister to him.  After Elijah rested for a time, he traveled forty days and forty nights to Mount Horeb, also known as Mount Sinai, where Moses had met with God some centuries before.  When he got there, he went into a cave to spend the night.  God met with Elijah in that cave.

And the word of the Lord came to him: “What are you doing here, Elijah?”

He replied, “I have been very zealous for the Lord God Almighty. The Israelites have rejected your covenant, torn down your altars, and put your prophets to death with the sword. I am the only one left, and now they are trying to kill me too.” (1 Kings 19:9-10)

     I have never had anyone threaten to kill me, but I have definitely felt alone, and at risk of losing what little control, or personal freedom I felt that I had over my life, and that something terrible was about to happen.  When I seek the Lord’s face, and ask Him what it is that I’m supposed to do, how I’m supposed to act under the circumstances, it seems as though He answers me in riddles.

The Lord said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.”

     Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake.  After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. 

      When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave.

Then a voice said to him, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”(1 Kings 19:11-13)

     I’m thinking, praying, “Lord, You know that I love You, You know I will do anything You ask of me.”  And I pull my cloak over my face because He is so powerful and all-consuming, as I wait for his response, which comes after a time, “Trust Me.”  “Rest now.”  “Abide in Me.”  And He goes on, as in that earlier encounter, with Moses:

Then He said, “I will make all My goodness pass before you, and I will proclaim the name of the LORD before you. I will be gracious to whom I will be gracious, and I will have compassion on whom I will have compassion.” But He said, “You cannot see My face; for no man shall see Me, and live.” (Exodus 33:19-20)

     Because I know, more than anything else in this world or beyond it, He is good.  He has made His goodness very real to me.  He has delivered me when I didn’t think He existed or cared.  He has loved me when I took Him for granted.  I have learned that He is light, and there is no darkness within Him.

Martyn Lloyd-Jones says this about what God said to Moses: “I will stoop to your weakness. I will let you see something. But, much more important than that, I will cause all my goodness to pass before you. I will give you a deeper insight and understanding into myself, into my character, into what I am. That is what you really need to know.” (http://www.studylight.org/desk/index.cgi?rq=01033&t1=en_niv)

Then the Lord said, “There is a place near me where you may stand on a rock.  When my glory passes by, I will put you in a cleft in the rock and cover you with my hand until I have passed by.  Then I will remove my hand and you will see my back; but my face must not be seen.” (vv. 21-23)

In my weakest moments, when I am feeling completely undone, I have no choice but to rest in Him.  That is, apparently, His will for me.  It’s as if He has placed me in a cleft in the Rock, and covered me with His mighty hand, and purposes to show me how He is going to take care of me and whatever my situation may be.  My courage is worth about as much as a lost piece of paper, flying, tossed in the wind.

 “These four things are happening at the same time, whenever God draws near to his people – revealing and concealing, blessing and protecting, all happening together at one and the same time. You cannot separate these things.” (Lloyd-Jones)

     “Can anything ever separate us from Christ’s love? Does it mean He no longer loves us if we have trouble or calamity, or are persecuted, or hungry, or destitute, or in danger, or threatened with death? (As the Scriptures say, “For your sake we are killed every day; we are being slaughtered like sheep.”)  No, despite all these things, overwhelming victory is ours through Christ, who loved us. And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God’s love.  No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord.  (Romans 8:35-39, emphasis mine.)

     Overwhelming victory is ours through Christ, who loves us.  Take that in, breath its truth to your soul.  Rest, and abide in the One who formed you in your mother’s womb.  In due time, He will restore your courage, but only after you’ve come to realize it’s worthless without Him.

Learning to Run Like a Deer

By Jamie Martelle

 

Nothing brings you closer to the Lord like being broke.  I say that with a bit of a smirk, but it is during those times when you find yourself in a situation akin to a quagmire, flailing around for a life rope of some sort, when you can choose to square your shoulders with the determination to trust God in this, and He will show His glory.

We have a few things going on, medical bills and tax season, mainly.  It’s nothing terrible, but definitely a different sort of financial picture than we would prefer.  I was struggling with this, but I knew that God would not appreciate my lack of trust in this situation, so I just gave up.

I gave up worrying.

I gave up being angry.

I gave up feeling sorry for myself.

It wasn’t without some doing.  But a beautiful memory surfaced in the process, of a message I heard during our revival last fall, from the Reverend Nathan Covington.  He talked about the feet of a deer, specifically, this refers to a female deer, known as a hind (as in the King James Version).

For who is God besides the Lord? And who is the Rock except our God?  It is God who arms me with strength and keeps my way secure.  He makes my feet like the feet of a deer; he causes me to stand on the heights.  (Psalm 18:31-33 NIV)

“What is special about the feet of a doe, a deer, a female deer?” you may be wondering.  Reverend Covington explained, a hind is the only animal that has the ability to perfectly follow with her back feet the steps taken with her front feet.  Because of that special gift, she is able to climb the steep, rocky face of a mountain and find her way around, without ever getting lost, and her young are able to follow more easily.  These deer don’t get lost the way humans would, climbing a mountain, veering one way and then another, searching out the way to go.

The way that God makes our feet like the feet of a deer doesn’t have as much to do with our feet as it has to do with our thoughts.

My mind goes so many different directions.  I know what I need to do, but then my thoughts turn toward my resistance to doing it.  Can you relate?  I have the deliberate thought of what I know I need to do, then from my subconscious mind comes the nagging, “I don’t want to…this makes me so mad…why should I have to…,” really unhelpful, negative thoughts.

The other day when I was struggling with the sad news of our recent income tax report, and those negative kinds of thoughts were plaguing me, a thought that was not of my own came to me.  I had a choice.  If I trusted God, I ought to choose not to fear, not to worry, but to know that this situation did not come as a surprise to Him, and He will bring us through it.  I could choose the security of resting in His care for me, and freedom from anxiety and depression.  That felt really good, I must say.

Those old yucky thoughts didn’t just go away, but I had a defense to deal with them then.  I kept fighting them off with the assurance that God is in control, and He has a great track record for taking exceptionally good care of us.  Soon, I remembered Reverend Covington’s sermon about the hind’s feet.

The hind’s special ability correlates with the way we can learn to pattern our conscious and subconscious thoughts.  We have the ability to select or reject the thoughts that we think.  When we select only the thoughts that take us in the direction we know that we need to go, the direction that God tells us so plainly we are to go, we can reach the highest heights of the life He has planned for us.

I found that turning my thoughts back to focusing on God’s promises to me and on His truth took some effort, but not nearly as much effort as it takes to keep up with and deal with all my negative emotions.  I was actually empowered when I did this, I believe because He rewarded those efforts with His supernatural strength.  Without the “junk” thoughts (think “spam”) weighing down my spirit, I was much better equipped to move on and deal with our situation in a productive way.

There are times when this will not be so easy, I am certain of that.  I’ve already walked through plenty of those times; I imagine there will be more.  This is not a blog post to tell people how to “just deal with it and move on,” ignoring and stuffing emotional pain.  This is a story of a tool that was given to me, that I plan to use, again and again.  I offer it to you, as well.

O soul, are you weary and troubled?
No light in the darkness you see?
There’s light for a look at the Savior,
And life more abundant and free!

Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace.

Through death into life everlasting
He passed, and we follow Him there;
O’er us sin no more hath dominion—
For more than conqu’rors we are!

His Word shall not fail you—He promised;
Believe Him, and all will be well:
Then go to a world that is dying,
His perfect salvation to tell!

(Helen H. Lemmel, 1922, public domain)