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13 The temptations in your life are no different from what others experience. And God is faithful. He will not allow the temptation to be more than you can stand. When you are tempted, he will show you a way out so that you can endure. – 1 Corinthians 10:13 NLT

Recently I started counseling. Better late than never, right? A very good friend recommended a place that happens to be close to my office. It makes it convenient for an after work appointment on nights that I do not have to be home until 8pm.

Last week was my first visit. I was 30 minutes late; not on purpose, but because I wrote the time down wrong. The counselor was very gracious, although I kept apologizing. I’m an “on time” person and it irritates me when I’m late.

Anyway, she already knew a lot of “my story” from an essay-type form I filled out for her online. We talked a little bit about that and then she read the verse above. She pointed out that God not only helps us through our problems, but gives us the strength to STAND.

I’ve read that verse many times before but not in the NLT. The word “stand” caught my attention. I know it’s referring to being able to tolerate or endure, but I also like to think that it’s talking about physically standing through your trials. You don’t just barely make it through, crawling on the floor to get out. You stand firm and walk out with the assurance that you have the Almighty, the King of Kings walking with all his power next to you.

This past weekend was drama-filled, to say the least. I’m not sure why, but it’s as if Satan himself was trying his best to make me give up. I read that verse again last night and realized that God would not let that happen. He has given me the power to stand. Stand in hope. Stand in the assurance that I am treasured and loved beyond what my earthly mind can grasp. Stand in the knowledge that there is someone greater who understands, feels, and knows my every single thought.

I take great comfort in knowing that I am still standing. And more importantly, that I am not standing alone.

Small Steps

A few months ago as I walked into my bedroom and saw my bridal portrait, I realized that eventually I would need to take it down. Not because that’s what you do when you get divorced and not because it brought up hurtful feelings, but because it reminded me of all the fun I enjoyed in my marriage. Those feelings are the ones that are harder for me to deal with, not the anger and betrayal. Basically, I miss the good times. And we did have them. Lots of them. I was crazy in love from the first time we met.

Walking through Lifeway Bookstore one day, I spotted a canvass that was painted with the end of the verse in Zephaniah 3:17, “The Lord your God is with you, He is might to save. He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing.” That verse has been a great comfort for me and so my quest to re-create that canvass began, knowing that it would be the perfect replacement for my portrait. By the week’s end the outside of my canvass was done, but I just couldn’t get the writing on it and so it sat. And sat. And still sits.

Fast forward a few months. Last Saturday I was helping my son rearrange his room to accommodate a desk his dad got for him. His room is tiny, so fitting in another piece of furniture was tricky. As I pulled out his dresser, I spotted the quilt squares I had framed when I was pregnant with my firstborn. Those frames have been sitting there collecting dust for years. As soon as I spotted the blue one, I knew that was what I wanted in my room.

On Monday afternoon I took my bridal portrait down and replaced it with the quilt square. It was sad, but healing all the same. It’s been two years so I guess that’s what they mean about taking small steps. You’re not ready until you’re ready. No one can say how long it will take when you’re grieving.

Now when I walk into my room I remember my grandmother. Her strength as a single Mom back when divorce was not discussed. I remember her humor. Her servant heart. Her crazy love of Christmas (which of course she passed along in the genes, lol). Her forgiving heart. Her beauty. Her fire. Her love of life. Her passion for her Savior.

Stopping this morning on my way out, I looked at the quilt square and smiled. All those small steps, including this one, have moved me forward. Maybe not as quickly as I would have liked, but forward just the same. :)