Lynna’s “N” & Blessings Piled On

By Lynna Clark

Nahum is an obscure little book in the Bible. But one of my favorite verses is found there. Nahum 1:7- ” The Lord is good, a Stronghold in the day of trouble; and He knows the ones who trust in Him.”

Dear sweet Lord, this crapstorm is heavy. I really don’t love the things we are going through. But You are good, and You know how we feel. Today I choose to trust in You. You alone are my Stronghold.

Sometimes in life we get the feeling that it’s one bad thing after another. Like being on the bottom of a bunch of players scrambling for the football with everyone else piling on. It’s suffocating down there. According to my very knowledgeable husband, there may even be some uncouth activities going on in the bottom of the pile. This little story is to tell you about the opposite of that. How even though our only vehicle blew a head gasket when we needed to make numerous doctor visits, our nephew stepped up with a spare car. “Use it as long as you need to,” he assured us back in October. “We just keep it in case someone needs it.” Who does that?

Then there’s another young relative who sent a giant Food Lion gift card because they heard we’d started ordering groceries to be delivered. An older lady we’ve never met who heard through her Sunday School class that we’d both been very sick, sent a card with a check to help us through hard times. Along with it was the reminder that God is working all things for our good. Not only does she truly believe that, but she also doesn’t mind contributing to His care.

Then there’s the neighbor who dropped off a card with a hundred dollar bill in it with the promise not to bother us, but also the assurance that she is there if we need her. Also a niece who made homemade chicken broth and bread while I healed from a second surgery and David endured chemo. Nothing says “Get well soon,” quite like that. It is also the Southern version of “I love you very much.”

Others text and call, but most of all pray; enough that I know I can count on their prayers! Faithful ones who drive us to appointments, wait during infusion, pick up meds, or stop by and clean out the guttering: yes, that really happened. We are just amazed at all the care the Lord is giving us through His people. That’s not even counting the daughters who’ve spent hours on the road, stayed with us overnight in the hospital, watched each others kids in order to free up the caregiver, and countless other “little things” so that our many needs are met. It reminds me of the verse in John 1:16. “From His abundance, we have all received one gracious blessing after another.” Piled on, but in a very good way.

Grace heaped upon grace! That’s how our Lord Jesus gives.

In case you didn’t know, David was diagnosed with stage four cancer last July. A short while later my intestines ruptured requiring emergency surgery, as well as a follow-up hospital stay and another surgery in March. It felt like we were being piled on then, but now, nearly a year out from his diagnosis, we are seeing just how faithful God is through others. One more sweet story then we’ll save the rest for another day.

David had been so sick and so weak for such a long hard time that I had no strength left at all. My sister happened to show up at just that time to help me navigate applying for a financial grant to help with medical bills. Instead we ended up sitting on the back deck as I wept through just plain grief for my beloved husband who could not catch a break. She held my hand as we both cried. No words were spoken, no audible prayers were prayed, no advice was given. She just held my hand as long as I needed. Again it felt like the very Spirit of Christ was there to personally comfort me.

Did I say one more story? I meant two, and this is my favorite. We have a neighbor who rides his mower over and cuts our grass on the days he cuts his own. He did this last summer and has kept it up ever since. He is a quiet unassuming guy who never slows down to let us thank him. Last week I was determined. I waddled out back as he zoomed by the picnic table and flagged him down. “Oatmeal cookies!” I held up the zippy lock bag in his direction. He cut the motor as I thanked him for all he’s done. “How’s David?” he asked. I couldn’t speak, but tears began leaking from my traitorous eyeballs. I shook my head and tried to answer, but what do you say? I was embarrassed for the poor guy who was just trying to mow and get out of dodge. His quiet voice surprised me with an old hymn.

“When we all get to heaven…” he sang. Then he zoomed off on his mower, cookies in hand, as I thought about entertaining angels unaware. How many folks have loved us so well during this very difficult time? How many prayers have been sent up by saints who only know of us, but care enough to breathe a prayer on our behalf?

Yes. We have been “piled on.” I guess you might say on both ends of the spectrum. For today at least, I will bask in all the wonderful ways God has heaped grace upon grace.