Life in Holland: Standing On His Promises

Monday, July 27, 2009

Standing On His Promises

I learned a long time ago that it isn't really fair to be upset with someone and not be willing to tell them about it. If you do you are holding them responsible for something they possibly know nothing about and if you don't give them the chance to explain or perhaps even apologize then you are just as much to blame as they are. I had been holding someone responsible for things and not discussing it with them for a long time. Today, unplanned, the discussion occurred. It was not comfortable. It was not fun. It hurt like hell. But I did it and even though I didn't really get the answers I needed I think I feel better anyway. The truth is I don't think anybody but the Lord above has the answers to the questions I have. So I will keep praying and someday, somehow I will find peace with the situation. My heart will stop breaking. This might not have been the Lord's will but he will make it work for his glory. He promises me he will and I will continue to stand on that promise, he will not fail me.

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CrystalJuly 28, 2009 at 7:49 AM
I agree in so many ways..

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I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this....When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland." "Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy." But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay. The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place. So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts. But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned." And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss. But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.