What is a “Super Girl” you ask? Well, you are—we are! Through the life-saving work of our Savior, we who believe in Him are all Super Girls. However, too many times this world, the devil, and our own sinful flesh tempt us to think otherwise. It’s the same tired old formula first used on Eve, and she was living in Paradise! So you can imagine all too well how it tries to work on us living in this fallen world—but take heart, the Son of God has overcome this world (John 16:33)!
Kelly Reed-Heuer is our Super Girl with the incredible gift of sharing moments in her life with Jesus that are at times painful, funny, and always soul searching. They are unvarnished and spoken from an open heart for her Super Girl sisters in Christ. May the Lord bless your time with Kelly in ways that only He has already planned just for you!
When I was 12, Grandpa had a seizure. He was taken to the hospital for all the usual tests. It wasn't long before we learned he had a tumor on his brain. I remember sitting in the waiting room with my larger-than-should-be-legal family for our turn to see Grandpa. My 12 year-old brain couldn't understand what it was seeing. My aunts and uncles and parents stood about chatting with each other, their faces a jumble of terror and laughter; regardless of the situation, there is always something to laugh about in my family. What I couldn't comprehend was why they were not screaming in the face of this horrible beast, this fabled closet dwelling monster that was attacking our family. It was coming for Grandpa and no amount of night lights could chase it back into the recesses of the darkness it crept out of.
Grandpa's tumor made its home on the motor strip in his brain. Surgery couldn't remove all of it and left half of his body paralyzed. We were told that we only had a couple of months left with him. So we all hunkered down for the last days. Just after the New Year,
Grandpa was sent home. Not because he was better, but because there was nothing more to be done for him. On February 15, 1988 Grandpa opened his eyes for the first time in days. He gazed into Grandma's eyes, told her he loved her, smiled, and left us.
When I was 33 Linda bent over to put her boots on and felt a sharp pain shoot up her back. Instead of getting better, she got worse. Four months later we were told that Linda had multiple myeloma. And just like that, I was that 12 year-old girl, sitting in the waiting room, hearing the most devastating thing a person can hear. I was, once again staring the nightmare in the face, knowing that my mother-in-law's days were limited. But I saw an expression I remembered seeing on Grandpa's face from 20 years earlier on her face. No fear. She wasn't afraid for herself or for us. When she was admitted to the hospital the first time, laughter filled the room. We soon discovered that she had a fan club among the nurses and staff. Of course she did.
When Linda was admitted to the hospital for the third time, I remember saying to her, “Round three, here we go.” She smiled at me and responded, “Last round, Daughter.” Shortly after that she came home. Like Grandpa, it wasn't because she was better, but because there was no point in keeping her. Family came out to say their good byes. On August 19, 2009, while I raced down the freeway to get my husband to bring him back to his mom, and my sister-in-law and her husband sat on the back patio taking a short break from the strain, and my father-in-law held her hand, Linda left us.
Grandpa and Linda showed no fear in the face of death. They knew where they were going. They didn't scream and yell, or rail at God for ripping them from their families. They didn't just give up, though. This was the most important mission they'd been given. Grandpa did all he could to make sure that we knew, and would know for the rest of our lives, that he loved us. Linda did the same. They both showed this Grace they had been given to all who came near and took every opportunity to share it with their captive audience. One of the most horrible things we can imagine came for Grandpa and Linda, and they met its snarl with a smile, and they held our hands, and they showed us it would be all right. They showed us what Grace in fire looks like.
“Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.” - John 14:1-3
62. Bad things happen to bad people. They also happen to good people. They happen to Christians and non-Christians alike. Because they are bad things, we feel bad when they happen. We ask ourselves questions like, “What did I do to deserve this?” The answer is simple: Bad things happen because sin happened.
Sometimes those bad things happen because of another’s sin, sometimes they are a direct result of our own, and other times they are simply the result of sin in the world. Because of sin our bodies are imperfect so we become ill, for example.
Because we know that bad things will happen, what do we do? How do we cope? I tend to be a “walk it off, rub some dirt on it kind of person” so my answer is simply this: Because the Sovereign Lord helps me, I will not be disgraced. Therefore I have set my face like flint, and I know I will be not be put to shame (Isaiah 50:7). And I know that this too shall pass.
Whatever bad thing is happening to you, it will pass. The Sovereign Lord helps you and you will not be disgraced.
11. I look out my window and see the after effects of the inversion we had here in the valley. Ice crystals cling to the trees and create a scene so picturesque it belongs on a ski resort brochure. The view inspires me to curl up in front of the fireplace, read a book, and sip hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows in it. The beauty of it is astounding and I can easily get lost in it.
Storms do the same thing for me. I love the way the wind and rain scour the earth. The sent of fresh clean dirt in the backyard makes me happy. Trees seem to stand up straighter. I love it! I think they're God's “I love you” to me.
But... I'm having a hard time focusing on those things; on those moments of ice crystals or rain storms. The worries of the day fill my head. My checkbook keeps telling me “no” while the needs of the family aren't contingent on the checkbook's answer. And the stress begins its daily cycle. This kid is sick, this kid needs new shoes, we've sprung a winter leak and have flooding in the house...
And just like that, the “I love you” my father showed me are gone from my mind.
Any given day, any one of us is struggling with something. And in the blink of an eye the “I love you” from our father is erased from our thoughts.
I have a challenge for you, and for me. In November we make lists of things we are grateful for. In December those lists are replaced with shopping lists. Today, let's make a list of things of that we see as our father telling us that he loves us. The first on my list is ice crystals shimmering in the trees.