Amazing Love! How Can It Be?

Front Wall Construction of the AICT Church, Bukoba, Tanzania. 2007.

On this sunny and beautiful Good Friday, I am in the trenches of motherhood.

I have strep throat (I’m pretty sure that’s what it is, and I’ve had it for almost a week now), but the doctor doesn’t want to me take the antibiotics he prescribed until they confirm that it is strep… and the throat swab takes 72 hours here in our small town… which means on Saturday I have to call the hospital (the only lab in town) to ask (very nicely, since they don’t like doing it) if they would be able to give me the results over the phone, while short-staffed on the Easter weekend. Otherwise I guess I wait until next Tuesday to see the doctor again. All while I feel miserable and my throat is causing me major pain (oh, and add to that being tired and large because I’m now entering my 3rd trimester of pregnancy).

Meanwhile, Isaac has gastroenteritis, which involves explosive diarrhea and vomiting. Just to top it off, we both seem to have a cold virus at the same time as all of this.

We’ve been fortunate that Chris has been able to be home most of the week, but he had to go out this morning to the town’s Good Friday service, since he had committed to running power point for them. Since he’s been gone, my throat has seemed to feel a bit worse, and Isaac had the worst diarrhea he’s had yet. I won’t go into too many details (warning: gross factor ahead), but let me just say this: while I was cleaning up the chunks of diarrhea from the living room carpet, and then swishing the chunks off of my baby’s track pants in the toilet, I was praising Jesus.

Whaaaa!?! Back the truck up here… say WHAT?

Yeah. Praising Jesus. And trust me, all the credit goes to Him for this one… but as I was deep in the trenches of motherhood, I was reminded of the significance of today. The day that we remember Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross, because He loves us. Now I am able to show my love for my son by caring for him in this way.

For what little suffering I am experiencing in these times, I know that His sacrifice was infinitely greater, harder, and more painful. So for that, I am grateful.

I am grateful too for these times because I know (hope) that I will not then take for granted the easier times. The times of normal crazy life, without diarrhea and vomiting and strep throat. So, I’m thankful for today.

I’m thankful for Christ’s sacrifice, and how our small sufferings remind us that He paid the ultimate price because he loved us.

I’m thankful for life.

Messy, icky, gross, life.

Beautiful, undeserved life.

Life filled with grace.

Thank-you Jesus!

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And can it be that I should gain
An interest in the Savior’s blood?
Died He for me, who caused His pain—
For me, who Him to death pursued?
Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

Amazing love! How can it be,
That Thou, my God, shouldst die for me?

’Tis mystery all: th’Immortal dies:
Who can explore His strange design?
In vain the firstborn seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine.
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore,
Let angel minds inquire no more.
’Tis mercy all! Let earth adore;
Let angel minds inquire no more.

He left His Father’s throne above
So free, so infinite His grace—
Emptied Himself of all but love,
And bled for Adam’s helpless race:
’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!

’Tis mercy all, immense and free,
For O my God, it found out me!

Long my imprisoned spirit lay,
Fast bound in sin and nature’s night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray—
I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee.
My chains fell off, my heart was free,
I rose, went forth, and followed Thee!

Still the small inward voice I hear,
That whispers all my sins forgiven;
Still the atoning blood is near,
That quenched the wrath of hostile Heaven.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.
I feel the life His wounds impart;
I feel the Savior in my heart.

No condemnation now I dread;
Jesus, and all in Him, is mine;
Alive in Him, my living Head,
And clothed in righteousness divine,
Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.
Bold I approach th’eternal throne,
And claim the crown, through Christ my own.

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2 Responses to Amazing Love! How Can It Be?

  1. Krista says:

    I’m sorry you guys are so sick, hope you can get some answers today!
    Thanks for the reminder to praise God, even in the difficult times, when it’s usually the last thing from you mind.

    Krista

  2. Naomi says:

    Hey Beth.
    Wow, that is awesome.
    There is something that feels so right about praising God in everything – even to the last detail. I may not have experienced it in such a trial of scrubbing poop out of the carpet (may I suggest you look into hardwood flooring?)

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