Wednesday, March 2, 2011

A Way of Escape

God's promises are sure.

Even when circumstances seem out of our plans,
they are not out of His care.

Throughout the past weeks of fiery trials,
we've counted on His promises and clung to His Word.

A familiar verse has given us endurance.

1 Corinthians 10:13
No temptation has overtaken you except such as is common to man;
but God is faithful,
who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able,
but with the temptation will also make the way of escape,
that you may be able to bear it.

Even though the trial seems unbearable,
we know it's bearable,
 because it was allowed by the Lord.

Friday afternoon I was still in my pajamas. 
I hadn't showered.
I hadn't cleaned the house. 
I hadn't even thought about meals or groceries.

I was in Beka's bedroom with her,
trying to find the floor of her room.
My creative daughter uses her imagination to
 create stores, bakeries, restaurants and mansions
in her living quarters.

To my surprise,
 my three year old granddaughter,  Brookelyn,
walked in and stood on the only clean spot in the room.
California is far away
I knew she hadn't walked to Gramma's.

She was followed by her Mommy, Jana, my oldest daughter,
holding her son, Brayden.

My kids love to surprise me.

I hugged my granddaughter and wept so loudly I startled her.

The Lord had provided a way of escape.

For nearly a week, we've enjoyed giggles and hugs,
kisses and games.

Jana has shared Scripture and prayed for me and with me.

Brayden, 20 months old, taught Grandpa how to use the Ipad.

Brookelyn and I had some amazing conversations.

Brookie was sitting on my bed, playing with my special  Barbies. All of a sudden she shouted in her little girl voice, "Oh Crap!" Thinking she broke one of my little pieces or was having a hard time putting the baby doll in the high chair I turned to see the source of her frustration.
Brookie- "Gwamma. My Mommies' ears grew weally, weally big when I was a little baby."
Gramma- "Oh, really. Who told you that? "
Gramma- "Maybe my Daddy."

A few minutes later.

"Gwamma. I don't have any Barbies at my home. I don't have two Barbies. Or a mommy Barbie."

A few minutes later.

Brookie-"I bwing toys to share wif Beka."
Gramma - "You did, what did you bring?"
Brookie - "Wemmme fink. I have Woody. I have Jessie and Buzz."

Later, Brookelyn and I had to both go poddy. She went first then told me it was my turn. As she walked away she said with authority, "Don't fall in your poddy, K Gwamma?"

I used to think the way of escape was an OUT to the problem.
As I look more closely, it's not talking about
ending the trial,
but enduring the trial.

Until He reveals His ending to this trial,
we know He will continue to provide
ways of escape.

His Word promises,
and my Father always keeps His Word.


  1. I am so glad that you were able to escape for awhile and give hugs and kisses to beautiful little children instead. Prayers were still going before the Lord Jesus but your mind was a little distracted in between and getting refreshed as well. God is good...and we are praising Him for these Grandchildren. :)

    Did you manage to keep yourself from falling into your poddy? ;)

  2. What a beautiful blessing. Your daughter sounds like the kind of woman I pray my girls will one day become.

  3. Isn't it our nature to wish there was a way "out" of our trials? God didn't promise us a way out, just a way through...

  4. ohh that is so sweet- brings tears to my eyes. What a wonderful surprise!


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