Makeover Pictures

All of us love to see before-and-after photographs. In an article about face lifts, hairdos or weight loss, I love looking back and forth at the two pictures, studying the improvements. Genuine change is encouraging, because all of us see things in ourselves we don’t like. Something about the after-shots inspires hope.

I find it fascinating that even the “beautiful people,” movie stars and models, often expound on their physical flaws, things the rest of us don’t see. Apparently none of us are exempt from wanting to make positive changes.

And that’s just on the outside.

What about the inside? My guess is most of us have flaw-lists far longer for internal stuff than external, all of it without an easy fix. Not being able to visualize our inner changes is one of the reasons it’s so difficult to make them. We can’t take before and after pictures and can’t see how we’re doing.

Yet deep down, with all the negatives that need improving, something positive pushes us to keep trying to do better. For example, we determine we’ll never stretch the truth again or waste any more time. We promise to keep confidences. We resolve to put others ahead of ourselves.

But in working on this kind of inner makeover, failure often comes sooner rather than later. The older we get, the more we realize that bootstrap efforts will never get the job done. We’re tempted to throw up our hands, accept defeat and say, “I can’t improve; that’s just how I am.”

There is a successful route to a good-looking internal makeover, however, and it starts with admitting we need outside help to make the inside stuff happen. Thankfully, God is standing by with an open-ended offer to assist. Even if every other effort has failed, partnering with him will bring success.

In the Bible, a first-rate internal makeover is called “bearing fruit.” In other words, if we sync our inner want-to’s with God’s want-to’s for us, something good will be produced. That goes for our own lives and the lives of those around us. It’s a good deal all the way around, although we can’t miss the “if”.

“If” we sync with what God wants…

And it’s important to know what that is. I’m learning even in widowhood, as I work through one of life’s big disappointments, that leaning into God makes good things happen inside of me. Life-fruit gets produced. I’m experiencing it, and anyone who partners with the Lord can experience it, too.

Though I can’t show before and after pictures, I can confirm there have been positive changes, because I know where I was before, and I’m on my way into God’s after.

And unlike before and after photographs, God’s version of the after keeps changing and improving, which is why before and after pictures could never tell the story anyway.

Jesus said, “No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. I am the true vine.” (John 15:4,1)

A+ with God

Back in 2005, Nelson was on the leadership team of “The Wave USA,” a group of Youth With A Mission kids criss-crossing the country. After months of planning, they were bringing the message of Christ to state capitals (and many politicians), conducting intensive prayer ministries in each city.

Nelson called when they were about to pass by Chicago, wondering if they might spend a few days with us for some badly needed R & R. Every exposure we’d ever had to WYAM-ers had been positive, and we were happy they wanted to come.

Several days later, a chunky bus and several vans pulled into our driveway on a hot July day, adding 28 newcomers to our family. Six bedrooms wasn’t nearly enough, but our guests arrived well prepared with sleeping bags, pillows, and a willingness to bunk anyplace, including the concrete basement floor. They insisted on bringing all their food and promised to do all the cooking, even for us!

 

YWAM-ers are an interesting crop of “kids” from all over the globe. Hearing their tales of the wondrous ways God had shown up in power, the amazing things they’d witnessed, was a shot in the arm. All that week I enjoyed spontaneous conversations with the 28, trying hard to memorize names and remember faces.

But then there was that one day. I needed alone-time, so grabbed my journal and Bible, but couldn’t find quietness anywhere. Small groups were praying, people were practicing instruments, doing laundry, planning ministry, reading aloud, preparing food, giving haircuts, napping on the lawn. And suddenly a week with 28 guests seemed like a bad idea.

I’m ashamed to say when Nate came home from work that day, I pulled him into a bathroom to privately whine and complain until his ears were probably burning. It was all about me.

I’d forgotten what Jesus had instructed about strangers: warmly inviting them was like inviting him. (Luke 25:35) Those 28 YWAM-ers qualified as strangers, but my attitude was anything but welcoming. God had created the perfect opportunity for me to win his approval, but as it was, I deserved a rebuke.

The day before they departed to resume “The Wave” they said, “Tomorrow you should go out for a few hours. We want to bless you with a thoroughly clean house before we leave.” They wouldn’t allow me to help and silenced my protests.

When I returned, they were putting furniture back, having moved all of it to wash/vacuum behind and beneath, a job I hadn’t done in years. After I’d waved them out of the driveway, I stepped into my sparkling home and discovered they’d left all their extra food for us, too. “I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink.”

Guess who won God’s approval that day.

“Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers [or sisters] of Mine…, you did it to Me.” (Matthew 25:40)

Dear Nate

I miss you.

Especially today, because it’s your birthday.

Sometimes my longing to be with you is so strong it grows into an ache that’s hard to handle. One day that longing will melt away, when I travel to be where you are now. That’s comforting.

Two years ago, you and I were still celebrating our birthdays together, an annual double-header. With only 10 days between us, we were the same age 355 days a year. But that calendar has aged me into 66; you locked in at 64. It’s hard to get old without my birthday-buddy.

In August of 2009, cancer wasn’t part of our lives. Mary and Bervin hosted a party for the two of us, remember? And despite ongoing back pain and a mysterious stomach ache, you smiled for the camera.

I never heard you complain about physical pain, not in 43 years of knowing you, but that summer you didn’t feel good. One day you even said you wondered if something other than back problems might be wrong. A month later we found out you were right.

Today I spent time praying about you. Of course you don’t need my prayers in Paradise, but I wanted to thank God for bringing you into my life and for choosing you as my husband, a man who was willing to love me with a 1st Corinthians 13 love as well as to father and support 7 children.

I also re-read journal pages from those days surrounding your birthday two years ago and found something utterly astounding. Your back had become so severe that the highlight of every day had been at 8 pm when you eased yourself onto the bed atop two ice packs placed at the small of your back.

I was concerned about our future, upset by your pain, and worrying about what God was doing (or not doing). So I wrote out a 3 page prayer to him, all about you. Here’s part of it:

Lord, please touch Nate’s body with your supernatural power, I pray. Lift this back misery right out of his life. I cry out to you to bring him to your feet, into your presence, Lord, fully dependent on you.

And that’s where I caught my breath, because that’s exactly what God did! Touched your body… lifted away your pain… brought you to Jesus’ feet… into his presence… dependent on him.

(I bet you’re getting a kick out of this,  probably laughing with joy. Oh how I miss your hearty laugh!)

I know you’re glad I read that journal today and made the God-connection, saw how he’d answered my prayers. Although your departure wasn’t my choice, I want you to know I’m doing ok (partly because I know you’re doing ok). All of the credit goes to God. I don’t know where I’d be without him…

…but I know you can say the same thing.

Happy Birthday, Nate. I love you.

“Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.” (Psalm 90:17)