Jazzy Love, Fleeces, and Why I'm Too Old for This
Wednesday, April 17, 2013 Posted by Katie
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I had a big one this Sunday. Before I tell you about it, let
me first offer an opinion. I am far too old and have been a believer for far
too long to be prayin’ for proof, in an overt and obvious way, that God loves
me. I should be beyond fleece-throwing (Judges 6:36-40), especially when it
comes to God’s love for me. I know better. I truly do.
Confession? I prayed for a show anyway.
On Sunday, I got it. Phillip and I attended a different
church this last weekend and the service, to me, was like a dozen roses wrapped
up in a bow with a card on top “To Katie, with love, from God”. Seriously. If
you’ve been reading DFF for a while, you know that I have lived in many places
and cultures. But my home place, my heart, is southern Louisiana. And if you
play Jazz in my presence, you will have my very soul’s attention.
Sunday, worship was led by the phenomenal 7-piece Jim Cullum
Jazz Band. The WHOLE SERVICE was one favorite gospel/hymn after another.
Interspersed with the melodies were both the background stories of the lyrics
and the composers. Powerful testimonies. Powerful music. Powerfully moved heart
and soul.
The best part? Remembering that I had prayed for a show…and
gotten one. I teared up throughout worship. I cried on the way home. I played
Jazz all afternoon, my heart full of love for a Fella who heard me, answered
me, and (as was confirmed to me AGAIN) really does love me.
As I began my week, I wondered why God humored my silly
request to prove His love. And why did He go all out? By Monday afternoon, I
believed I had my answer.
Monday afternoon, we were all reminded that we do not live
in a safe world. Folks around me all reacted differently to the news of the
Boston Marathon bombing. I, personally, was gripped with fear. Fear for myself.
Fear for my family. Fear for my children. Oh, dear God, my
children…
Tuesday morning, Noah suddenly, and desperately, didn’t want
to go to school. In my fear, I wondered if his words were a premonition. What
if something happened to him? I began to think of all the things I didn’t want
to expose him to…crowded public events, movie theaters, schools with
insufficient security, airplane rides…
I am too old and have been a believer far too long to live
in fear. But here I was. And then I heard words in my head… “perfect love casts out
all fear.” (1 John 4: 18)… and I thought, “I wish”.
I know better. And because God, in His grace, had just
overwhelmed me with a huge show of his love, I began to pray another simple
prayer… “God take away my fear”…and I believe He will do it.
I pray this for myself. I pray it for you. And I pray it for
my children, so that one day when they’re old enough to comprehend the kind of
world they really live in, they will be able to face it with courage.
I am anticipating an answer to this little request in an
overwhelming and powerful way. Perhaps I will wake up one day with the courage
of a lion and an internal soundtrack…a little 7-piece Jazz band playing their
hearts out…
Oh when the saints, go marchin’ in…oh how I want to be in that number…
Then I’ll write and tell you all about it.
Peace to you, my friends. May you rest in His love this
week.
