For You are my hope, Lord GOD, my confidence from my youth. - Psalm 71:5, HCSB
When I was about 11 years old, my parents went through a very difficult time in their lives. My mom was very pregnant with her sixth child. My dad resigned from pastoring a small church in Rincon, GA, so they were suddenly without an income. The reasons behind the resignation are an entirely different story, but I'll just say that my father was trying to do the right thing, even if the right thing was extremely difficult.
A friend arranged for our family to stay in a tiny little pull-behind trailer that couldn't have been more than 18 feet long! I don't think many women would have managed to keep it together like my mother did. She had a 2-1/2-year-old toddler, two rambunctious boys, 4-1/2 and 7, and two girls, 9 and 11. She has 8 months pregnant so I don't know how she even turned around in that little tiny trailer. She hung two blankets outside the trailer to make a shower, using the side of the trailer as the third wall. Dad would pour water over the blankets for us to "shower" in. There wasn't a 4th wall; it was open to the woods!!
The lot that this magnificent little trailer was parked on had a well, but the water was full of sand. Every drop of water for cooking and drinking had to run through a dishcloth to catch all the sand.
To top things off, Mom and Dad tried to plant a garden (yes, while she was 8 months pregnant!). Her reward for her efforts was a horrible case of poison ivy all over her feet and hands. I remember a few tears of frustration at that point!
Just before the baby was born, someone arranged for us to move into a two-bedroom mobile home (on the same lot with the sandy well!). We thought it was a mansion compared to the little bitty trailer we had been trying to live in! My sister and I and the newborn slept in a bedroom on one end, and the other three children slept in a bedroom on the other end. My parents slept on the floor in the living room. Every morning, my mom had to put her "bedroom" away so we could have a place to sit.
Looking back now as a parent, I realize just how difficult that time must have been for both of my parents. My parents never argued or complained in front of us children. We played, ran, jumped, explored - all the things children love to do and we were happy. We were blissfully unaware of the dark, emotional trial my parents were enduring. We weren't troubled at all! We just knew we were loved and had absolute confidence that Mom and Dad would always watch over us.
If only we had that same absolute faith in our heavenly Father! Perhaps that child-like faith is what Jesus was referring to when He said, "I assure you, unless you are converted and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven." (Matthew 18:3). It doesn't matter what storm, trial, or trouble is brewing, my Father watches over me!
Let not your heart be troubled
His tender words I hear,
And resting on His goodness
I lose my doubt and fear.
Tho' by the path He leadeth, but one step I may see,
His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me.
(written by Charles Hutchinson Gabriel)
My name is Lynn Pauley. I'm just a normal woman, with normal struggles. Any success I've found comes from following the Scriptures. I'll update this blog as time and inspiration permit.