Kimberly Mauney | TurningPoint Church | Lexington, Kentucky
Just a couple of weeks ago, our family’s situation changed dramatically. On a Monday, at one o’clock in the afternoon, I received a phone call from the office telling me that my position had been eliminated and that it was effective immediately. As a work-from-home sales manager for a large resort, the job could not have been more perfect for a church planting family and definitely supported us financially through the process. It also allowed me to manage my own schedule, be home with our children, help out with the church, and covered our benefits, but in an instant, all of that was gone. In the back of my mind, I always knew that something like this could happen, but I guess I never really thought that it actually would.
After a few minutes of shock, I felt hot tears sting my eyes and wiped them away before I went downstairs to tell my husband. As I told him the situation, he gave me a hug, assuring me that we would get through this and something better would come along. I immediately knew that he was right and that God had a plan through all of this, and decided then and there that I would trust Him fully. I told my husband that if we really believed what we taught then we had to live it out, and that “peace that passes all understanding” fell up on me. I drew near to Him in those next few days and felt His presence all around me, and that was more than enough.
I wish I could tell you that the supernatural peace has stayed with me and not waivered, but within a two week span our insurance lapsed, both kids got sick, the air conditioning in my car went out, and we received a bill from the IRS saying that there was a miscalculation on our 2011 taxes and we owed $1000 to the government. Seriously? I tried to draw near to Him again, but He became harder and harder to find and I became increasingly more frustrated. I prayed and heard nothing, or rather, I heard answers that I didn’t want to hear. I wanted this to be easy; I wanted that peace to carry me through, and instead it seemed that everything was getting increasingly more difficult. I was frustrated that this was happening even though we spend our lives working in ministry, as if that should earn us an easier day-to-day life.
But then something marvelous happened- well, a few something’s actually. We came home from being out one night to find our counters loaded up with groceries. We received cards and letters from our congregation telling us how they knew God was preparing us for something great and they were thrilled to be a part of our church family during this time. We got more texts, phone calls, and Facebook messages than we could even fathom. And we even got anonymous donations, adding up to the exact amount of our IRS bill in fact, and then some. And that’s when I heard it:
Take care of My church, and My church will take care of you.
The words pierced through my soul and rang in my ears loud and clear, and I realized that no matter how much I relied on God, I couldn’t do it alone, and so He surrounded us with His people to lean on when we can’t stand on our own. Even though our house is planted on solid rock, it doesn’t mean that we won’t ever trip and fall or lose our footing, and we need people to help us get back up. That’s the beauty of His church, the beauty of this gift that He’s given us.
Without hardships I think I would forget how wonderful His church is and what a gift it can be to all of us. Even though our profession sometimes magnifies the hard times, I realize that our work is not so selfish after all. Jesus died for me, too. The church serves me, too. God loves me, too. I am His child, too. And on the days that I forget that, He uses His people to remind me of that. My family will continue to faithfully serve and take care of His church, even in these uncertain times, because I am certain that His church will continue to take care of us.