Dear Daughters,
When I was student teaching in a high school choir back in 2003 the song You Raise Me Up, popularized by Josh Groban, was a favorite of many. My supervising teacher, Mr. Wall, chose the song for the Spring concert and the students sang it with fervor, loving every word and musical phrase, working hard to nail their parts down. They never tired of singing it and I loved being a part of the rehearsal process as well.
Then came a day when Mr. Wall was not able to come to class and we had a substitute teacher. Since I was still a student teacher, it was mandatory that a certified Sub be in the room. He encouraged me to take the choir for the first half of the 90-minute class period, then he would step in and take the second half.
I was unprepared for what came next. After weeks of working with, coaching, encouraging, and teaching the students, thinking I was becoming a valid part of the choir, the students turned on me. There was laughing, mocking, many of the students deliberately behaving contrary to what they had done every other day of the semester.
Being blind sighted, it felt as if I were in a nightmare. I tried some other teaching strategies and tactics I had studiously learned in my Education courses but nothing made any difference. After 30 minutes I turned to the Sub and motioned for him to come up and take over as I fled in tears.
At home that afternoon I was trying to understand what happened, not ever wanting to face that choir again. Mr. Wall called to see how I was doing and gently told me that I needed to get back up to the podium the next day and talk about what had happened, calling the students to account.
I was petrified. I had talked to Dad and close friends about things that hurt, but getting up in front of the entire class of 80 high school kids? I struggled with being honest about the injury I had suffered at their hands, worrying that I would break down again in front of them, having absolutely no idea how to convey my disappointment in them.
That night I asked God for wisdom, words, and courage to speak the truth yet give them grace so that we could finish the remaining semester together in peace.
Next morning dawned and I slogged my way to school. I had some ideas of what to say but still nothing certain. As soon as I stepped up to the podium with my folder of music I saw the song You Raise Me Up. So as I started talking about my hurt and disappointment of the day before, I pointed out the title of that song:
“We as a choir sing You Raise Me Up so beautifully, but yesterday with the mockery and sarcasm abounding, I felt as if you were singing You Tear Me Down.”
From there, God gave me words to convey to the choir the hurt that I felt at the disrespect that was given. I talked about the necessity to live what we sing. Words sung are just as important as words spoken. When our actions don’t match the lyrics we sing, the words become hollow and mean nothing.
Years later I thought about the songs we sing in worship services. Do we really mean what we sing? I Surrender All. Really?? Do I surrender all or do I just surrender what’s easy, what’s convenient? Do I surrender my time, my dreams, my desires, and my pride to Jesus or do I just sing the words and feel some emotional passion for the moment?
I Give You My Heart is another beautiful song that we love to sing, hands lifted high. There’s a line that I love: “Lord, have Your way with me” that slides so easily off our tongues, but do we really want God to have His way with us?
Marriage is one of the crucibles that God uses to have His way in us, and I know I have fought His way in me way too many times. His way is one of submission to our husbands, of taking our hands of control away, and giving the control to God. We may not like how our marriage is progressing, wondering if God is doing anything to help us. It’s easy to think that He’s not actively involved in our lives because at times it certainly doesn’t feel like it.
A beautiful quote by Shauna Niequist says so eloquently: God’s always speaking, always. He’s always moving, always present, always creating, always healing. Oftentimes we need to use our eyes of faith, believing that He is present and working because our natural eyes are myopic. We have difficulty finding the longsuffering and patience to see the big picture.
I encourage you to look back and count the ways – how God has changed you and your husband, and invite Him to continue, to dwell deeply in your union. When we humble ourselves He will raise us up. There will always be differences, tensions and disagreements. But let God have His way with you, and let God have His way with your man.
The day after I shared my hurt with the choir I received some beautiful apology letters, several students even speaking to me in person. So, in spite of my fear and trepidation of facing teenagers with my wounded heart, God entered our classroom and taught us all a lesson of grace.
Love, Mom
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