by Louise Tucker Jones
For every promise from God shall come true. Luke 1:37 TLB
I was worn out from fatigue, fear, and worry. Who could understand my needs, my problems? I was haunted by constant pain from my back, hips, and legs. Even my jaws and temples ached. Anxiety clung to me like glue. My son had special needs that only I could fill, and I was exhausted. Though Jay went to a private school with other Down Syndrome students in his early years, he was now schooled at home due to his suppressed immune system. I constantly worried about his health as well as his education, even though we had a tutor.
The doctor had told us long ago that Jay’s heart disease would eventually prove fatal. Nothing anyone could do. How do you live with that knowledge day after day, year after year? How could I possibly tame this “fear monster” welling up inside me?
It was my regular Bible study night, so I decided to go, even though I was tired. I was listening only half-heartedly during the lesson, until I heard the worst possible statement. It grabbed my attention. The leader turned to our small group and said, “Ladies, if you worry, you are living in sin.”
What a cold and calloused statement. No discussion. No empathy for what many in the group were experiencing. Just a quick judgment and a pious platitude from a misguided Christian who had no idea of the damage her words caused. Of course, I knew the Bible tells us not to worry. But Jesus didn’t condemn those to whom he was speaking. He offered love.
Isn’t that what we are supposed to show people who are hurting? Shouldn’t we instead pray for those who are sad and lonely? Where was the acceptance our hearts long for in that leader’s statement?
Later that night, I got alone with God in my home and poured out my heart. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I held my Bible in front of me and cried out to my Savior. “Lord, I know this isn’t the best way to do things, but I’m desperate. I have to have a word from You!”
I lay the Bible in my lap and kept it closed for a prayerful moment then opened it at random, asking God to show me a special verse. There in the margin was a star beside one of several underlined verses. I read the words of Luke 1:37. “For every promise from God shall surely come true.”
I was struck beyond belief. I had opened my Bible, pleading with God to give me just one promise to hold on to in my physical and emotional pain. But instead, He opened the doors of heaven. He knew my heart and my desperation and gave me a passage that let me know that every promise in the Bible was for me. Not just one, but all of them.
A promise to meet all my needs (Philippians 4:19). A promise to never leave me or forsake me (Hebrews 13:5). A promise to give me peace (John 16:33). To heal me, love me and more. Every promise was mine—personally autographed with the blood of Jesus.
Father, thank you that you are a God who keeps every promise. You want the best for me. Your grace and mercy flow like a river. Your heart takes great delight in me. Your love covers me and I rest in the shelter of your wings.”
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About the author: Louise Tucker Jones is a speaker, columnist and award-winning author. Her poignant life stories have been published in hundreds of magazines and anthologies, including over a dozen Chicken Soup for the Soul titles.
Having a son with Down syndrome, Louise writes extensively concerning people with special needs, co-authoring the Gold Medallion award-winning book, Extraordinary Kids. Married to Carl for 45 years before he relocated to heaven, Louise is a mother, grandmother, professed chocoholic, and founder of the support group, Wives With Heavenly Husbands. Find her at LouiseTuckerJones.com .
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