Sometimes I Want to Make A Difference

Hayley – my niece

Sometimes I have the urge to do a cartwheel or a handstand…even a back-bend. You see, I used to do those things. Oh I was no gymnast and I never took a tumbling class and I never was a cheerleader, but I used to do those things.

Under a blue sky, in the front yard…a little hop, skip and a jump and, “Look at me!” Bare feet in the air, hands on the ground, hair streaming…and do it again and again until I fall dizzy into the grass.

Back-bends took a little more finesse. Bumped my head a few times but the imperfect practice was worth the imperfect product. And a somewhat less than accomplishment is still an accomplishment.

Sometimes I have the urge to do something other than what I’m doing. Take a trip and do something that matters...something that counts. Stay home and do something different something new that would challenge and stretch me but not overwhelm me.

Sometimes I think back to the times when we heard such awful and devastating news in very matter of fact words and tones.

We are sitting in an office with an oncologist and we are asking tough questions about the future for our son. She tells me there will be losses. “What kind?” I asked.

“He’ll be slower. His cognitive abilities will suffer. He’ll get frustrated with himself. Oh, he’ll still have his personality. He’ll still be Andrew.”

With her reply I started suggesting ways we could make it different. Ways we could avoid such loss. Different drugs that won’t do so much damage…

“It won’t matter,” she quietly replied.

And that’s when I really knew. Based on her knowledge and experience with this kind of cancer, she didn’t expect there to be enough time to worry about academics and grades. And I cried for Andrew. And I cried for me. And I cried and I cried. And then we prayed…the oncologist, my husband and me.

Afterwards, I blew my nose and splashed water on my face and checked a mirror to see that I looked okay – not sad and upset – for Andrew. My husband and I embraced and we looked into each others eyes and putting on a cheerful air, we returned to the hospital bed where our son lay watching television.

Sometimes I have the urge to do a cartwheel. Escape to a place in time where I am a young girl again with little cares except to memorize the “times table” and perfect a back-bend.

Sometimes I have the urge to make a “real difference” in this world…and then I remember. I remember that with each new sunrise I have the opportunity to commit my day and myself to God and trust Him to be the difference in me.

© 2012 Melanie Dorsey

 

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I Asked For It – I Got It

Andrew

“I didn’t ask for this,” I thought. My eyes brimmed with tears as I recalled the words I’d just written to someone reaching out for help. A son was dying from cancer. Could I offer some words of wisdom to the weary parents who could no longer form a prayer?

My heart lurched as I thought of words to offer – words that would help another family facing harsh and heavy days as ours had faced.

I wrote, “God knows how it feels to have a son die. God knows and He feels our pain and has compassion on us. I do not know why there is no miracle or healing for so many. I believed my son would be healed or at least live until ‘science’ found a cure. But that’s not the outcome we got. What I know is that God is good and God loves us. And one day every promise will be fulfilled and every crooked place made straight and every tear dried.”

“I didn’t ask for this.” Although I had not voiced the words, there was a reply.

“Yes, you did.”

In the instant it took me to expel a sigh, a mental video played specific moments in the past when I’d told God the following:

*Break my heart with what breaks yours.

*I surrender my life to You. Use it as You will.

*I belong to You. I am Your bondservant.

*Do what you will with me, Father.

*Redeem every bit of good from my pain.

As these moments in my life flashed through my mind, I had to agree with God.

“Yes. I did ask for this.”

Perhaps I did not realize the heaviness of such requests. Perhaps I did not count the cost of extreme commitment. Perhaps I did not consider the many tears I would shed on behalf of others suffering as they wrestle with illness, death and spiritual matters.

Nevertheless, I will say with Paul, “…if I am being poured out as a drink offering on the sacrifice and service of your faith, I am glad and rejoice with you all” (Philippians 2:17, NKJV).

This passage from Philippians is starred in my Bible and the words “drink offering” underlined. Even before my son Andrew’s first symptom which led to a diagnosis of brain cancer, I had been drawn to this verse in Philippians. I remember asking God what it meant to be a “drink offering.”

In early September 2009, we sat in a hospital room waiting to hear the results of Andrew’s biopsy. A “doctor friend” of mine that I had not seen in years got in touch with me when he heard the news about my son. He filled me in on research, drugs, treatment and then said, “If they don’t find anything in the gray matter that would be good news.”

After thanking my friend for his concern and ending the call, I nervously fidgeted in my chair.  Friends and family were gathered, talking quietly as we waited. My pastor sat across from me and I shared with him my recent attention to the concept of the drink offering. I asked him to read the passage to me from Philippians 2.  His Bible open on his lap, he began to read.

Therefore if there is any consolation in Christ…Let nothing be done through selfish ambition…Let each of you look out not only for his own interests, but also for the interests of others…taking the form of a bondservant…He humbled himself and became obedient to the point of death…it is God who works in you both to will and to do for His good pleasure…among whom you shine as lights in the world, holding fast the word of life…Yes, and if I am being poured out as a drink offering on the sacrifice and service of your faith, I am glad and rejoice with you all.”

A knock came at the door and we were called to meet with the neurologists. We stood in a small room as a doctor used his pen to point out areas on the image of my son’s brain. And then he said, “There are three lobulated lesions in his gray matter.”

The room spun, my heart dropped to the floor and I began to cry. Gray matter.

The Drink Offering

In the Bible a “drink offering” is a part of Israel’s worship. “After the priest offered a lamb, a ram, or a bull as a burnt offering, he poured wine beside the altar. This was the last act in the sacrificial ceremony, all of which symbolized the dedication of the believer to God in worship,” (net.bible.org – Constable’s Notes).

The greater offering is the burnt offering – the actual sacrifice. The drink offering is poured out after the burnt offering and is the culmination of the sacrifice.

No longer are burnt offerings necessary for the payment of sin. Christ Himself became “an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweet-smelling aroma” (Ephesians 5:2, NJKV).

The Apostle Paul was willing to lay down his life for the sake of Christ. He penned the words, “For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain. But if I live on in the flesh, this will mean fruit from my labor…” (Philippians 1:21:22 NKJV).  Paul wrote that we Believers should imitate him as he imitated Christ (1 Cor. 11:1 NKJV).

Dying to the flesh is often one small choice followed by another to “lay down our lives.”  When you put aside your comfort and reach out to another to offer comfort, you have an opportunity to die to the flesh. To live in this way is living Christ. As followers and disciples of Christ, He has already made the ultimate sacrifice once for all (Hebrews 7:27).  But what we have to offer is a type of drink offering of our lives, where we pour ourselves out upon the sacrifice and service of the faith of another.

Pouring Out Life

“They really need some encouragement” is how the concerned family member ended her message to me.

May I pour out a little life on your faith? May I offer a few “wise words” to encourage you when you are sorrowfully discouraged?

  • God is for you. Even when you feel He isn’t, He is.
  • God is at your side. Even when you feel He’s left, He hasn’t.
  • God hears you. Even when you can’t form another prayer, He reads your heart.
  • God will redeem every sorrow—even when it seems the heartache will never end.

Though it may cost me something, it’s my privilege to encourage you. Though the price I pay is sometimes spent in tears, it’s my honor to pour myself out for you.

You see, I asked for it.

© 2012 Melanie Dorsey

Are you living out a request you made to God and perhaps haven’t realized it? What have you asked Him for lately?

 

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How Can Suffering Possibly “Work” for You?

As a runner I often pray and meditate on scripture while running. One day a phrase from 2 Corinthians seemed to keep pace with each footfall:

“For our light affliction which is but for a moment …”

The passage intrigued me. To consider the loss of my twelve year old son, Andrew, to brain cancer, as light or momentary was inscrutable. There were mornings when I just wanted to escape from reality rather than face another day without the youngest member of our family.

As I ran I prayed. “God, how is it possible to look at suffering as light and momentary?” Continue reading

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Welcome

If you are visiting from Jeff Goins’ Wrecked website, thank you so much for following the link here. You can learn a little more about me here. If you are walking through grief, especially as a result of losing your child, please take a look at the resources under the “Grief” tab above. Or you might be helped by listening here. There is no greater grief the heart knows than that of losing a beloved child. If you read my “wrecked” story then you know a little of how my faith was tested. Nevertheless, God has proven faithful to me.

What I know for sure:

God is good and He is faithful. Even when things don’t go my way. Even when I feel disappointed in the bend of the road. Because Christ was faithful to endure the cross, I can be faithful to the One who loved me before I knew Him.

Below is an excerpt from the story Jeff Goins kindly published on his site. 

Each evening, I laced up my running shoes and ran in the dark. Weaving up and down, I always avoided one particular spot. There were too many painful images associated with the top of our street. Andrew had spent hours playing outside with his friends who lived just a few houses up from ours.

Those evenings under the inky sky, I put my heart on the line with God: “I don’t understand you. You are not who I thought You were. I’m mad, sad, hurt and confused but I’m not leaving you.”

My wonderful son, Andrew Christopher Dorsey ~

~ You can read the rest of my story published on Jeff Goins‘ “Wrecked” website here.

                                  

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It May Be Wrong But It Feels Right – Why I Changed My Tag Line

{photo by Laurie Mitchell}

“A funny thing happened on my way to Heaven…Lessons from the Deep End of Life”

I may have it all wrong – but it feels so right! Last week I wrote a new tag line – of sorts. The experts say to keep it short, succinct and to start with a verb: leading, inspiring, writing, discovering, living…You get the idea. The problem is I just couldn’t make it work.

For nearly two years my tag line was, “A Faith that Endures.” (Even then I didn’t have it “expert” right!) In grieving over the loss of my precious twelve year old son, Andrew, the message of enduring faith strengthened my hurting heart.

In the spring of 2012, I finished writing my Bible study, “Life in the Key of G ~ Grace & Glory.” I was startled when I saw how many of its pieces – what I viewed as remnants and fragments – were divinely interwoven.

For a blink or two I used the Bible study subtitle as a tag line: “Living by God’s Grace for His Glory.” While this is precious to me after having spent hours researching and writing, I felt the theme of “grace” is one I often see on many blogs and websites. No wonder, as “grace” is such a beautiful and life giving gift. How divine is the connection of faith and grace! “For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith–and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God” (Ephesians 2:8 NIV).

As I pondered and prayed about what changes to make on my website, I did a couple of things. First of all I considered who I am at my core. I thought about how I approach tasks and creative projects and the answer was easy. I am a teacher. It is my primary gift. Whenever I learn something I immediately want to teach others whether it’s a new recipe, a fitness tip, or a spiritual application from an unlikely source.

I enjoy learning new things – deep things about God and His Holy Word and simple things like what kind of turtles swim in the park’s pond where I run. I’ve learned surprising things about my family and me since my son was diagnosed with stage 4 brain cancer in August 2009. I have also unlearned things about who God is and what God does.

Before our family was faced with the terrible news and sudden loss of our Andrew, I thought I had lots of answers. I thought I needed them. I was afraid that if I didn’t know the answers to the hard questions of life that I would be ineffective as a Christian. As a Bible teacher I felt I should know the answers to most any question about Scripture that might arise. I thought my lack of knowledge would be a hindrance to living a successful Christian life and being a powerful influence in the world.

But I was wrong.

Turns out I only need one “Answer” – the one I’ve known for many years. Everything I need to know can be found in the life of Christ. The rest doesn’t matter. Not really.

One day last week I sat and thought about the changes in me. I thought of who I have become and then the words came – like a breeze through an open window. A “funny” thing happened on my way to Heaven. The “funny” thing? I lost my need to know. The Bible Teacher became a remedial student of the Word.

In tempest waters lessons learned. I’ve been in the dark of the deep but I glimpsed the horizon. Tossed about by waves, Faith pressed me on to endure the storm and survive.  At last, exhausted on the shore, Grace whispered words that sustained me.

This morning while in a strength class, thoughts on faith and grace helped distract me from the burn! Somewhere between the tricep dips and the reverse crunches, I had an epiphany.

Faith and grace are the needle and thread of the believer’s life. Grace is threaded through the eye of the needle of faith. Each needs the other for the weaving of color and pattern – the intricate design of a life hemmed in by God.

“You hem me in, behind and before, and lay your hand upon me” (Psalm 139:5 ESV).

It seems that God has done it again! Pieces of my life that I’ve viewed as disconnected fragments and discarded remnants, He’s shown me are the colors and design of my spiritual dress. On my way to Heaven, He will not leave me helpless nor hopeless for He has hemmed me in. Faith leads me forward and Grace bids me come. Join me here as I teach and tell my stories from the deep end of life.

Wade in with me. I like the company.

© 2012 Melanie Dorsey

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