Jackson Five Friday: Sharp Sticks

Happy Friday, Friends!

It is a gorgeous day here in Tennessee and I am thrilled to report that Sam went to school three days in a row without crying and/or vomiting.  I’m really hoping and praying he’s turned a corner.  It is honestly such a sweet little school, with such lovely people, but I can’t argue with Sam, they do work hard.  He has not had the benefit of a ramp up, but I think he’s getting with the program regardless.

My dad often used the line, “Well, it’s better than a sharp stick in the eye.”  This applied to almost every circumstance.  And certainly working really hard in third grade is not so terrible  — it’s better than a sharp stick in the eye, that’s for sure.

Plus, the promise of the Bible is that God will use all things for those who love Him for our good and His glory (Romans 8:28).  It is not at all hard for me to believe that the challenges of making a huge transition like this are growing all my boys in important ways.  The secular wisdom of “you’ll be better for it” may sound empty and trite, but for those who love God, it’s an actual promise.  God takes our ugliest moments and weaves them into something beautiful.  He takes our best moments and weaves those in too.  Nothing is wasted.


When we moved into our new house on Lookout Mountain, this wreath was on the front door.  It is a lot like one I used to have (might still have, somewhere), except much prettier.  It is a wreath formed with sharp sticks and adorned with little berry-like pieces.  In my book, Sharp Sticks: Essays of Embarrassment and Reflections on Redemption (2010), I wrote about my old wreath.

And life is not unlike that wreath — we all experience heartaches and disappointments, embarrassing situations and regrettable moments.  I’ve shared some of my own sharp sticks on these pages, but the wonderful news is that God never wastes anything….Every mountaintop experience and every visit to the valley will be used by God.

Of course six years ago, I was using mountaintop and valley experiences as metaphors.  Who knew I’d have daily literal mountaintop and valley experiences?!?!?  Well, God did.  Maybe He sort of smiled when I wrote that, “You just wait, Beloved, you just wait.”

How wonderful to know that God is working it all out, using all of my experiences to draw me closer to Him.  And what peace as a mother to know the same is true for Will, Nate and Sam.

As always, thanks for reading!




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