There are some amazing Psalms. It seems clear that one of the purposes the Lord had in making David's life so tumultuous was the writing of the Psalms. He knew that mankind, living for thousands of years in this fallen world, would experience a lot of pain, uncertainty, and fear. And he knew the heights of joy and happiness love would bring -- love from Him and love from each other. The Psalms give us a chance to express to the Lord what we're feeling. They put into words what our hearts, minds, and guts are speaking to us all day long.
We've been trying to read a Psalm every night when we get in bed in order to calm our fears as we turn our minds and bodies over to the Lord for the night. Last night we read Psalm 34. The title says it was written when David "changed his behavior before Abimelech, so that he drove him out, and he went away." That story is found in 1 Samuel 21:10-15. David is literally fleeing for his life from Saul who wants him dead. He ends up in Gath. Apparently Gath was no safer than Nob where he was previously so he "pretended to be insane" so they would cast him out of their land unharmed. Seems like he was pretty desperate. And in that desperation he wrote Psalm 34. I'll highlight a few of the verses with how it relates to life at the Minnaar house lately.
How did David do that? At all times? Continually? He was fleeing for his life, acting like a madman. He "let his spittle run down his beard" in a desperate attempt to stay alive and yet he is blessing and praising the Lord. This has been a challenge for us. There's plenty of other Psalms with more of a "how long O Lord?" message. I'd say "how long" has been our theme of late. But this is a good challenge -- to keep my mouth in the blessing and praising business. I asked a friend recently how he was able to deal with the fear of the future and he told me prayers of thanksgiving. That was a good reminder. I don't know what tomorrow brings, but I know how the Lord has blessed me today. I took another breath as I woke up this morning, I watched my little kids play basketball, I can appreciate the chicken and rice casserole my wife made tonight and say thanks and bless the Lord."I will bless the Lord at all times;
his praise shall continually be in my mouth." (v. 1)
David writes that in the past tense. He was delivered from ALL his fears. Fear is a prevailing force in our lives right now. Donavon's issues make us afraid. We're afraid of his next "episode". How violent will it be? A few nights ago he came down in the middle of the night and stood next to our bed. Sensing someone's presence I woke up. "What's going on buddy?" "I couldn't sleep. I was imagining you guys were dead." So what does that mean? He wasn't sad or scared, he just said it matter of fact. So, we fear the nights. Are we all really safe here? We fear for his future. If things don't turn around, this trajectory is almost certainly not a good one. How far will it go? What kind of destruction is along this road? We will seek the Lord, he will answer us and deliver us. Whom have we to fear?"I sought the Lord, and he answered me
and delivered me from all my fears." (v. 4)
We're afraid about Louisa too. She's had a nasty virus this week, spiking fevers. She gets shaky and is bluer than normal. Her oxygen levels dip and her heart rate goes up to 150. She's clinging to her mom and Carissa's nerves are shot. How are we going to do this surgery? Is she going to make it? It seems like the last few families we've followed have had their worst fears for their child come true. Is she going to be one of those kids who goes right from the Fontan surgery to the transplant list? Might she end up languishing along for months in the hospital with some complication -- whether large or small. Will we bring her home and be a family again?
This poor man cried. I hadn't cried in a long time and then we were in a counseling session at church (a quick aside: counseling is a good thing. If you're in a difficult season in life, find a good Biblical counselor who can remind you of the truth. Like Carissa has said, it's like having your own tailormade sermon for an hour. We praise God for our church's commitment to Biblical counseling, thanks Pat), and I cried. I was talking about Louisa's greetings when I come home from work. You dads know what I'm talking about -- your 2 year old yells, "daddy!" like she's been waiting all day for that door to open and she comes running/stumbling to you at the door and hugs your knees. So I was talking about my fears of those greetings being numbered to only a few more and I cried. Later that day we had our family therapy for Donavon (which can be a bit comical at times) and we were playing a feelings game. I caught the feelings ball with my thumb landing on "when was the last time you cried?" "Ha! Just this morning actually." If crying was the pre-requisite for deliverance from our troubles, I think we'd all be delivered by now. How does David write this in the midst of the struggles he was facing? He must have had a greater deliverance in mind. Actually, as I write this I'm getting things thrown at me in anger (thankfully, so far they're just pillows!). Lord, I'm ready for deliverance, I'm crying out to you. I know that in Christ I have no lack. That is my hope. He is my refuge."This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him
and saved him out of all his troubles.
The angel of the Lord encamps
around those who fear him, and delivers them.
Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good!
Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him!
Oh, fear the Lord, you his saints,
for those who fear him have no lack!" (vs. 6-9)
We know the Lord is near to us because our hearts are broken. You go into adoption knowing that it's risky. I knew it would be hard at best. I knew it could be devastating actually. I guess I just thought it would work out. And it might. The story isn't over yet. I just didn't imagine the magnitude. I imagined that I might be rejected as a father, but I didn't imagine that it would be such constant rejection. Even tonight he is staying close to me, but every once in a while hurls something at me. When I ask if I can help he just says that I hate him. But he doesn't want to leave the room. He wants me to pursue him it seems, but only so he can heap on the insults. It's relentless rejection. And I know most of it isn't his fault -- his brain got severely damaged by trauma and neglect. I never imagined how consuming the rejection and manipulation would be. So now we're making the choice to do something that feels for all the world like the wrong thing for a parent to do, but we feel like we need to do it for him and for the rest of the family. We're going to see if a break from our home in an intensive therapeutic boarding school will help. We struggled to find one that would accept him due to the severity of some of the issues and his age, but we finally found one that seems like a perfect fit. Our spirits are crushed, and we need the Lord to draw near. We pray He'll draw near to our son even though we'll be far away. We pray his heart will develop a longing for home. His heart is broken and his spirit crushed too. Lord, draw near to him, and have mercy on our son."The Lord is near to the brokenhearted
and saves the crushed in spirit." (v. 18)
"Many are the afflictions of the righteous,So, this is our hope, that He HAS and WILL deliver us and redeem us. We have taken refuge in him. We long for our home to be a refuge for all those residing in it. It hasn't felt like a refuge for a while, but in reality it IS a refuge because we're a covenant family and this is a Christian home. We pray that ALL our children will take refuge in Him and not be condemned. We long for that more than anything else for them.
but the Lord delivers him out of them all.
He keeps all his bones;
not one of them are broken.
The Lord redeems the life of his servants;
none of those who take refuge in him
will be condemned." (v. 19, 20, 22)
A dear friend started a GoFundMe page for us to help cover Donavon's school expenses. If you want to check it out, visit: Donavon and Louisa - GoFundMe
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