4 prayers to say when you are afraid of the future

5:17 pm Wendy van Eyck 0 Comments

I know I’m not the only one who feels afraid of what the future may hold. 
You may be familiar with the way fear creeps into your dreams of tomorrow. I feel like every other conversation ends up circling around fear of what the future could bring. 
I’m learning that when fear enters the conversation the best way to make it leave is to pray.
I don’t know about you but I’m not always good at coming up with my own words to pray. I love finding prayers that give my own hopes a voice. 
As I’ve been praying my way through the last few weeks these are some of the prayers that I’ve been returning to again and again.
I'm sharing the 4 prayers I pray when the future scares me at ibelieve.com today.

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When you're worried everyone will remember your embarrassing moment. Forever.

5:37 am Wendy van Eyck 0 Comments

Today, I'm sharing a guest post by Anne Borgen. You can find out more about her or get in touch with her on her website


I, even I, am he who blots out your transgressions, for my own sake, and remembers your sins no more. Isaiah 43:25 

For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more. Hebrews 8:12 

Tears streamed down her little chubby cheeks, “Mom, she told everyone that I have a birth mark on my bum! Now no one will ever forget that about me,” cried my little girl. 

I knelt down to draw her little body closer to mine and wrap my arms around her. In that tender mother voice we’re all supposed to download day of their birth, I spoke to her “Oh child, you might remember it forever, but your friends will never forget it.” 

Before I even gathered what had flown out of my genius mouth, she looked up at me and giggled. 

“Thanks, Mom, that’s just a reeeeal encouragement.” 

Horrified at my complete flub up, eyes wide eyed in eagerness to right my wrong I began to stutter through the correction, “oh my, no, what I meant to say is you might always remember it but they’ll soon forget about it.” 

She was graciously laughing at me by this point and her little hand brushed up to hold my face and she said, “Its okay, Mom, I knew what you meant.”

Isaiah reminds us that God blots out our sins for God’s sake. 

I used to think that He just had some sort of hidden ego issue that somehow was holy and I just didn’t understand it but now I realize that what that Scripture is in there for is to encourage us that when we think we’ve messed up so big that no one would ever forget it, God reminds us that we don’t have to worry about Him forgetting it because He isn’t waiting for us to show Him some kind of worthiness for Him to base His toss out game on. 

God, instead, is basing His forgetfulness on His own merit. 
To completely take the pressure off of us. He realizes that when our ‘mark on the bum’ is broadcasted to all the world around us and we absolutely are convinced they will never forget it, even if we scrubbed it clean off, they still wouldn’t forget it had been there, God is standing right there to remind us that He will remove it from His memory and He’ll do so just because…He’s good. 

Just in case we think that is only an Old Testament promise, He gives us Hebrews as well. 

God doesn’t like to remember our sins any more than we do. 

People remember them because they lack forgiveness and love but God is limitless in those areas and for this reason He is eager and pleased to blot it all out. 

Father, thank you for being able and willing to forgive us, let go, and do a step further with our sins than we humans are capable of; blotting them out and remembering them no more. 

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If you're starting the week broken, this book might help

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One of the first people I "met" when I opened my Twitter account was James Prescott.

He was encouraging and it felt like a friend out there in the big wide social world. 

He guest posted here a few times (here and here) and I guest posted on his site and then last week he released his first book! How awesome is that?

It’s book about Grace. Grace for all of us who don’t have it all together, the one’s are broken and shattered by what life has thrown at us. 

What I love is that James has written a book to meet you right in the middle of your broken places and to show you that those fractured bits might be the most beautiful of all once God is done. 

There’s a story in Chapter 1 (I’m not giving too much of the book away) that I want to share here. It goes: 

In the late 15th century, a man called Ashikaga Yoshimasa sent a damaged Chinese tea bowl to China to be fixed. It returned, held together with ugly metal stapes. This ugly repair launched the Japanese craftsmen on a quest for a new form of mending pottery that could make a broken piece look as good as new - or better. 

The process of repair invented was called Kintsugi. Kintsugi is the art of fixing broken ceramic pieces together with a lacquer resin made to look like solid gold. Kintsugi literally means “golden joinery”, and often the craftsmen used genuine gold powder in the resin. When the broken pieces are placed back together with the gold resin, an amazing intricate design is created within the pottery. 
In another story, a man took clay pots to his friends in Japan, only for the pots to break en route. He threw the broken pots into a garbage bin, thinking nothing more of the pieces. But when the man departed his friends’ home, he was given a gift. Opening the gift, the mand found the once-shattered bowls, not put together with Kintsugi - making the pots even more beautiful than their original form. 

How great is that story? Doesn’t it give you hope that God’s grace can meet you in your broken places? 

I’m very honoured that James asked me to write the foreward to the book. If you want to know what I wrote you’ll have to buy the book which you can do here on Amazon**!

If you’re wondering if you need to read a book on grace then I’d recommend this one to anyone who needs to find hope in the mess of life. 

You can’t encounter the messy, violent, uncomfortable grace that James writes about and stay the same. 
But then again, who would want to stay the same when God is offering you an invitation to let God’s grace love you to wholeness?

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5 bible verses that can help when you’re struggling

6:15 am Wendy van Eyck 0 Comments

A few weeks ago I asked you all to help figure out what I should write here and what happened surprised me.

For starters, almost 150 of you replied. I expected much fewer.

Then, when I began to read through what you’d said I was overwhelmed by how kind you all were, how so many of you shared stories of how the struggles I’ve shared here have helped you get through something hard.

And in doing so you’ve helped see the bigger picture here.

I always thought I wrote about “cancer” or about “doubt” or “depression” but what I realised reading your responses is that I write about things I struggle with and many times what I learn helps you to find hope.

I’ll be sharing some new material soon but in the meantime I wanted to say “Thank you” for taking the time to tell me what this online home has meant to you and share 5 bible verses that have helped me through when I’ve been struggling:

The Lord turned to [Gideon] and said, “Go in the strength you have and save Israel out of Midian’s hand. Am I not sending you?” Judges 6:14 (NIV)
Read my devotional about this verse here

If we are unfaithful, He remains faithful, For He is not able to deny Himself. 2 Timothy 2:13 (VOICE)
Read my devotional about this verse here

When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them? Psalm 8:2-4 (NIV)
Read my devotional about this verse here

And that’s not all. We also celebrate in seasons of suffering because we know that when we suffer we develop endurance, which shapes our characters. When our characters are refined, we learn what it means to hope and anticipate God’s goodness. Romans 5:3-4 (VOICE)
Read my devotional about this verse here

When life is heavy and hard to take, go off by yourself. Enter the silence. Bow in prayer. Don’t ask questions: Wait for hope to appear. Lamentations 3:28-29 (MSG)

Read my devotional about this verse here

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When you're wondering how to build a bridge between people

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A few months ago my husband, Xylon, took 5 or so books that we both read once but aren’t likely to read again to a second hand bookseller. He came back about an hour later and said, “It was a waste of my time. The guy wasn’t interested.”

This surprised me since these were books by bestselling authors or bestselling books. There was no reason for a second-hand bookseller not to want them.

There was only one reason I could imagine for the bookseller not buying them. And that was because the person who bought them to him, my husband, was of a different race.

I’m not the type of person who jumps up and down all the time yelling, “racist!” so I kept my thoughts to myself but it made me mad.

A few weeks ago, Xylon and I were driving in the car and I started to share some of my thoughts on race with him.

I mentioned how the incident with the bookseller made me so angry because I’m pretty sure if I’d walked in with my pale skin and sun-streaked blonde hair and my white-ness that he would have given me the time of day.

I told Xylon, as he drove, how it made me so angry that sometimes he was treated differently because of the colour of his skin we are treated differently because of the colour of our skins. (I left the strike out in because I think it shows how I don’t see people treating me with preference as being treated differently – but it’s just as wrong as Xylon being treated without preference.)

A friend of mine is raising two children with darker skin than hers. When we meet for coffee sometimes I’ll tell her a story about something that happened to Xylon and I. A story about how we were treated differently because we both don’t look the same. I remember the first time, how she said, “It’s because you’re not white anymore. You and I, we’re not white anymore.”

Her theory is that the day she and her husband stood in a court and stated they would love these children with skin the colour of Africa’s soil was the day they lost their whiteness. And that the day I married Xylon is the day I lost mine.

My friend reckons that through tying your life to someone of a different race, culture, country or language you learn to value people for people. Some of their value rubs off on you and vice versa. 

Xylon and I often joke about how his old school friends must think he’s “made it” because he has a white wife or how his family must think we live in a nice house because I’m loaded because I’m white (I’m not). In this case, my perceived white value is rubbing off on him. It annoys both of us because we’re both worth more than our skin colour.

I didn’t write a lot towards the end of last year and one reason was “white-ness”. It’s my label for “white privilege”. And it’s something I’ve been thinking about a lot but I haven’t been sure if I should write about it here. 
Race, culture, language are charged-issues. 

I think it's one of the reasons my parents resisted Xylon’s and my desire to marry. I think they knew (consciously or subconsciously) that I’d lose my white-ness if I married him. And in many (if not all) cultures today white-ness carries a privilege and opens doors that other races don’t even get to knock on.

This past year I joined a running club that consists of members who mostly have black skin, and who don’t have the same home language as me. 

I did this on purpose because I believe in diversity. 

But it’s been really challenging for me.

It’s the first time in my life that I’ve felt like an outsider because of my skin colour, language and culture. 

To put it into perspective, the club is about 97% black (based on the fact that there are about 100 members, I think, and 3 of us are white). I was the first white female to join the multi-sport club and run in their colours.

I haven’t joined as many club runs as I should have to assimilate. (The major reason being that the rest of the club are all really fast and I’m about 90seconds slower per kilometer than them so even running with them leaves me running on my own.)

Getting back on track, when I have joined club runs I’ve been challenged about how often black people who joined my friends - who are mostly white - must have felt the way I feel on the runs. It’s really taken the idea of running a mile in someone else’s shoes to a really personal level for me.

I’ve also been reading Trevor Noah’s book “Born a crime” (He’s most recently known as host of The Tonight Show in the US) It’s been challenging me in so many ways I didn’t expect. I thought I was picking up a book that would make me laugh instead it’s made me think.

One of the things Noah challenged me on was the idea of making a difference, of actually doing something to change the experiences of people who aren't like me. He talks about the proverb that says, “Give a man a fish and feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.” And then he asks, “Who is going to give the man a fishing rod?”

Xylon and I have been chatting a bit about what to do about this and about how if we’re going to see South Africa become the country it has the potential to be we need to step up.

These are a few small steps I’m going to be taking with Xylon this year:

Learn Xhosa (it’s the African language most widely spoken in the town I live in).

Go to the government school less than a KM from our house and listen to them. Hear what problems they have, what solutions they have and see if we can help them. Basically, find out what fishing rods they might need.

Help a child that Xylon has become friends with in his final year of school hopefully improve his final marks and find direction.

I’ve started a running programme to run faster so I can try run with my running club more and practice some of the Xhosa I’m learning.

Today, on facebook I read a quote I’ve seen a 100 times before: “No matter what you say, actions will always speak louder than words.”

I’d love to hear what your experiences with people of different races, cultures, languages and countries have been and what steps you think you could take to bring reconciliation in your community.

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