Chosen by God’s Hand
There are times in your life where the Lord may ask you to do something for Him. You know it is Him, your heart is ready, spirit receptive, but your mind sends conflicting signals. When the Lord sent Gabriel to tell Mary, chosen to be used for His glory, set apart for the birth of His Son, Mary willingly submitted. How beautiful to see a willing spirit who longs to be used in service for the Lord. Mary was hand picked by our Lord for a special purpose. Hand picked for the challenging task of delivering Jesus of Nazareth, but also for the ability to withstand the culture in which she lived.
You were chosen by God. You were chosen to be His child, an example to the world, and saved by His grace and mercy.
Mary was chosen to be the mother of Jesus Christ as you are chosen for the children you have been given as a gift. Mary accepted this servant hood with grace, pleasure, and an obedient heart. My children were chosen for me, hand picked by God including their personalities, formed and molded into the very image which pleased Him. Such an honor to think my body was given the capabilities to be entrusted with life, multiplying, and giving God more children. After the Lord Jesus called me back to Him in 2005, I had two small children, Nicholas whom was two and Maddie whom was 6 months old. I was not planning on having any more children for after a post partum depression I had doubts of my love and abilities as a mother. God did not have the same thoughts about me as I did, “No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him.” (1 Corinthians 2:9) He was about to ask me to have another child.
In the fall of 2007, Nicholas and Maddie were in school. I had made it! I was home, loved being a housewife, going to church, bible studies and fellowship. The children were five and three, the perfect ages for fun, playing, family outings and trips. Nicholas and Maddie were pretty independent, able to care and play by themselves, no diapers, bottles and bags. Although our family was healthy, growing and loving, we were in the middle of a market disaster. Our house was in the midst of going into foreclosure, Tommy had moved his business to our home and we were feeling the strain of the looming housing market doom.
The Lord’s timing has always baffled me. At that moment, when we were financial strapped, I woke one morning with a thought echoing in my spirit. “It’s a boy.” The thought was so strong, it seemed as if someone had spoken out loud. During this time, my sister was trying for a baby, so my assumption was she was pregnant. The next morning, the same powerful echo woke me again, “His name is Matthew.” My eyes widened, my heart pounded and my spirit at once said, “Lord, you want me to have a baby?”
Our little Matthew is a joy. Full of unstoppable energy, enthusiasm for life, and a love for Jesus, he is seven years old now in 2nd Grade. God gave us a “gift from God”. Matthew’s name is an exact representative of the meaning and we could never imagine our life without him for it would be awfully quiet in our household. Woman, I will tell you this, I prepared my heart and mind for this pregnancy in prayer rebuking a post partum, the belief God would provide for us financially and knowing he was in complete control. There were about five days after Matthew’s birth I was unable to speak. My tears and emotions flowed for days, but my heart cried out to the Lord. I remember holding Matthew, tired, exhausted and overwhelmed. The Lord spoke to my spirit, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” (2 Corinthians 12:9)
When Jesus of Nazareth was born, there was a celebration. A celebration Heaven could not contain for an angel and heavenly hosts appeared to men, praising God, rejoicing and declaring, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men whom his favor rests.” (Luke 2:14) When God births something, there is an expectation in waiting and an anticipation for the timing to see whom, what, where, and when. Mary was chosen to be a part of this joyous occasion and treasured the celebration in her heart, for the Bible says, “Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.” (Luke 2:19) I too treasure the hopes I have for my children, but will be interested to see what God has for Matthew. I was asked to have Matthew, this “gift from God.” Maybe our little one’s life was to bless our family, maybe his life will be on the mission field or maybe God has given Matthew the tireless spirit to run. I have had a prayer for each of my children, but Matthew’s has been, “Father, when the world tires, may Matthew keep running his race. When others give up and quit, may his energy and determination drive him forward. When others have lost the vigor to move with your Gospel, may you use Matthew to run hand in hand with you, on the mission field with this inexhaustible energy you have bestowed on him.”
I have had a picture in my mind of Matthew. His spirit reminds me of a wild mustang, ready to run, bucking and at times resisting self control. I feel we are to train this “wild mustang” gently; not to break the spirit, but to tame the vigor preparing him for the race. And when it is time, when the chase begins and the horses line up to run, I pray God says, “Let him run!” It’s his time to run! I pray to let go of the reigns, give God this bridled energy and let Matthew run, as fast as he can, being used for God’s glory! As a mother, I can let that heart fly, give the reigns to God and let spill all the treasures I have held in my heart. My heart overwhelms with tears every time I think of Matthew this way. I let forth a cry, full of joy, and awe that the Lord would ever put such a picture to be used for his glory in my mind. Praise Him!
Mary would soon see these treasures spill forth from her heart, but not in the way she expected. Each Easter, Tommy and I watch The Passion of the Christ. Maia Morgenstern, who portrayed Mary, does an amazing interpretation of Christ’s mother. The emotion you feel from her as she watches her son “despised and rejected by men, a Man of sorrows and familiar with suffering. Like one from when hides there faces, He was despised, and we esteemed Him not. He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon Him and by His wounds we are healed.” (Isaiah 53:3-5) Her eyes bewildered as her son was whipped, tears falling feeling the pain of her own heart pierced. The movie depicts Christ carrying His own cross, falling from the exhaustion, and weight of the world, all Mary sees is her flesh in need. Picturing Jesus as a tender, little boy, rescuing Him from a fall, The Passion of the Christ pulls at our own hearts watching Mary instinctively run to the aide of her son. Succumbing to the sight of Jesus and He seeing His mother, her pain, her sorrow, her breaking heart, the anguish of a mother watching her child’s painful death, tenderly He tells her, “Mother, I make all things right.”
My sister in Christ, God has hand chosen you to be His daughter, hand chosen you for the service of motherhood, and hand chosen you as a servant of Christ Jesus. Have you submitted to the gentle promptings of the spirit to maybe lead, worship, Bible study, prayer or missions? Has He called you, for what seems to be an overwhelming task, but your heart has not proclaimed as Mary, “I am the Lord’s servant. May it be to me as you have said.” I pray you fall on your knees in prayer and give God your hands and feet.