Hope Deferred: Finding Joy Before the Harvest
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There is something about suffering for a long time that short bouts of pain cannot achieve. You simply get worn down. You begin to lose confidence in yourself to problem solve. Your ability to shoot from the hip keeps failing. Your friends have run out of advice, the faded instruction manual is dog-eared and you feel forever stuck on hold. Keeping me blindfolded and trusting God for every step would eventually force me to hang on tight and lean in to hear him whisper.
That bridge, the transition from the life I knew to the one I am living now, was just plain tough. Nothing but the long weariness of the journey would rid me of my self-sufficiency and allow him to take the reins. Your sorrow either leads you away from God because you have your own sense of justice, or it drives you to him because he is a good God who has a wonderful plan for you and who can be trusted.
I have discovered the latter to be true.
Carole Dougherty
Carole Dougherty has a background in education and interior design, and she is now the director of The Naomi Project, a womens mentoring program located in the Kansas City area. Carole and her husband, Gary, enjoy a small homestead in the Kansas countryside, where they have raised chickens, bees, and a passel of kids.
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Hope Deferred - Carole Dougherty
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A special thanks to the gals on my prayer team.
You know who you are.
You have pushed, pulled, carried, and dragged me for years,
and I love you for it.
… And to my husband and children,
who still
take my breath away.
Contents
Acknowledgments
Introduction
Chapter 1
Breaking Fallow Ground
Chapter 2
Preparing the Soil
Chapter 3
A Tough Row to Hoe
Chapter 4
Foxes in the Vineyard
Chapter 5
A Shrinking Violet
Chapter 6
Thorns and Roses
Chapter 7
Kiss Me over the Garden Gate
Chapter 8
Fruits of Our Labor
Chapter 9
Spring of Life
Chapter 10
Lord of the Harvest
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
To my dear friend and in-law Amie Sauvan, Addison’s mom. Since I had never written a book, her experience and background in marketing became essential as she helped me find a platform I didn’t even know existed. As my publicist, she has helped me edit, served as my personal thesaurus, and helped me navigate through the technical stuff. She has been a silent partner through this journey, aching in the wings and lending counsel and support when she needed to be receiving it herself. Our lunch dates were life support for me, and I eagerly anticipated them. She is the cheerleader everyone hopes to have in their corner. Thank you, Amie. I love you.
To Kelly Reynolds, whom I highly treasure as a literary assistant. She believed strongly in me telling this story, and with her good eye and sharp mind, she kept me on track to make it happen. With motivational and editorial help, she pushed me forward critiquing and revising with love and support. Kelly has a feel for the rhythm of a book, and I found her insight crucial and refreshing. She gave me the confidence to go to print and made the journey just plain fun.
Introduction
We are always waiting for something. As a child, except for one day a year, I was waiting for Christmas. In junior high it was my first boyfriend, and in high school it was the results of cheerleading tryouts.
But waiting for your fun meter to go to the top is much different than waiting—sometimes for years—for a crisis to be averted or pain and suffering to end. How are we, as believers, supposed to give thanks and find joy while we wait?
Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life
(Proverbs 13:12 NIV). How do we live with the waiting? Can we thrive and not just survive this delay?
Oh, the wisdom of God to not let us see our future. I have lived most of my life fearing it rather than anticipating it. Not anymore.
In the midst of a debilitating and mysterious illness that plagued our family for more than a decade, I found the joy that had eluded me for years. I found happiness and even contentment before my prayers were answered. I discovered peace before my harvest arrived.
You may be waiting for God to bring you that perfect spouse, a prodigal child to return home, or your bosses at work to finally recognize you and offer you that promotion. Can we find joy when God is refusing to give us that one thing we feel we need to be happy? Why does he refuse? Is it something I’ve done wrong? Am I being punished? Am I not doing enough?
God is the Lord of the harvest, and only he knows when the harvest is ready. I have learned that the garden is still a beautiful place to be while I am watching his handiwork unfold. And through the entire growth season, he never let go of our hands.
My desire in writing this book is for you to know how much God loves you and wants to walk with you while your hope is being deferred. Let him give you unspeakable joy in the wait.
Chapter 1
Breaking Fallow Ground
I imagine it is because I grew up in a small Kansas town, the oldest of six, that I envisioned my enchanted future as one living rurally with lots of children. In my daydream, I pictured myself on the porch steps of a stately and old white farmhouse, baby in tow, with little ones peeking out from behind me. It was probably my neighbor taking the photo because my husband would be out on a combine, working the lower forty. This spoke happiness and peace to me.
My mom stayed home with us when we were young. It was very reassuring that she took the job of preparing us for life very seriously … and loved doing it. She was a strong-willed, intelligent woman who could succeed on many paths, but she felt this was the most important one to throw her passions into. She came to know Jesus at twenty-one, already a mother to four, and hit the road running with energy and a new zest for life.
Then there was my dad. He did not know the joy or peace that comes with knowing Christ, so he viewed this life through a very different lens. Without looking at life through God’s Word, there are no filters. Death, life, pain, sorrow, accidents—all are random. Even successes and triumphs end up seeming empty of purpose.
The loss of innocence—we all go through it. I know with my own children I had hoped it would be an easy transition. It could be working the customer service at a big-box store and seeing that all people were not kind or honest. Or it could be experiencing angry drivers honking at them as they sweated behind a steering wheel, trying to earn their restricted driver’s license. Then as their realistic experiences increased, hopefully, their walk with Christ would too, and it would all balance out. Ha! That has been the exception, not the rule.
The September after I turned fourteen, my thirteen-year-old sister Nancy was hit by a car as she was walking to school. I was retrieved from gym class to go home and stay with our younger siblings as I learned my mom was in an ambulance heading to Kansas City. My sister was given no chance to live, and for the first two weeks, I was given all of her gifts that well-wishers brought as they visited and encouraged my parents. I still can’t smell Avon’s Moonwind to this day without it feeling dark and haunting.
Weeks went by, and Nancy would survive her coma. But the brain damage was severe, and she would need to learn everything over again—from counting to reciting her ABC’s. With my sister in a body cast until Christmas, my mom practically lived at the hospital, which was an hour away. Nancy would miss most of her eighth-grade year, and I had to help the family by running the home while Mom was away. My loss of innocence had officially begun.
I have no memories of my dad being around during that time. He lived there, but his relationship with all of us slowly faded until he was just gone three years later. I took way more emotional responsibility on my shoulders than I should have. My mom felt it too, so one summer she encouraged me to accept a job at a Christian camp in Colorado.
For two months before I left, I suffered from insomnia. When my siblings rose in the morning, I usually hadn’t slept at all. The house was quiet, and the nights were long when I was up alone. It just felt so irresponsible leaving my mom by herself with our family. That was the saddest season in my life—at least so far.
24099.pngThree years after Nancy’s accident in the fall of my senior year, my father walked out of our lives. He left behind an overwhelmed wife, five broken daughters, and one bewildered son, who would now try to transition into manhood alone. When Dad left, he stayed gone. But my mom helped us learn to make peace with all of it.
When he left, my mom determined she was not going to have a bunch of dysfunctional adults on her hands. She taught us how to turn our anger and self-pity into feelings of sorrow for our dad. From that time on, anytime someone genuinely wronged us, Mom had us visualize looking down on them in a pit. We did not put them there. It was not our fault that they were there. They were missing out on so many blessings because of their poor decisions.
Could God lift them out of that pit? Absolutely! If they bent their knees and surrendered their lives to the Creator, they could be forgiven, and then God would begin the road to repair. But just like us, they were given free will, and as long as they chose to blindly stay in that hole, rejecting God’s voice, they would suffer alone with their choices and regrets. We were to pray for our enemy and replace anger with pity. It saved our lives.
My dad’s leaving meant my mom had to find work, so we left our bungalow on the corner of Castle and Kaskaskia and said goodbye to brick streets and small-town gossip and headed to Kansas City. With that move, I also left behind any security I had known, not realizing it would be years before I would find it again.
24101.pngThe only neighborhood we could afford was in the inner city, where police sirens lulled you to sleep at night. By this time, there were eight children in the home as my mom had taken in two lost teenagers years before. Almost overnight we went from a middle-class, blue-collar, working family to living at the poverty level. We stood in lines at school for free breakfasts and lunches. We learned of food stamps and free health clinics, and I began applying for full grants to get into college. I hated it. I was embarrassed and angry.
I had trusted Jesus at five years old right after my mom came to know him. I knew he loved me, and I have never doubted that I was his sheep. But where was he in all of this? Does he really mean it when he says, Do not be anxious about anything
(Philippians 4:6a NIV)? Or how about in Matthew where he tells the disciples to take no thought what they should eat, drink, or even wear? I was mad at my mom for what seemed like her simple faith. Her lack of worry or concern seemed like she wasn’t being responsible and didn’t care. But I couldn’t deny time after time God’s faithfulness sliding in there at the last second. Someone would find a five-dollar bill right when we needed some gas. A neighbor would bring extra produce over from their garden when our cupboards were bare. Babysitting opportunities would arise right before a bill was due, or a little money would come in the mail from an anonymous donor. Have I mentioned that I hated living like this?
I had taken a job at Macy’s in a local mall. Everyone was doing what they could to help keep us afloat. The church we had begun attending, had hired a young pastor with a wife and three children and my mom really wanted to help them get started. Although there was no extra money, she told the Lord that the next month she wanted to contribute anything that came in on a Wednesday, food or money, to this family.
Mom hadn’t anticipated that the next month was November. Sure enough, the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, she realized we had nothing for the holiday meal. She also knew that if something came to us on that day, she would give it away. That evening she reassured my youngest brother and sister that God would provide a turkey dinner, and then she sent them off to bed, hopeful for tomorrow’s celebration. She later told me she went in and cried herself to sleep.
An hour later she woke up and headed to the kitchen, turning on the light to get a drink. The doorbell rang, and she glanced at the clock. It was one minute after midnight on Thursday. She peeked out the door and saw a good friend and her husband, whom she had led to Christ a few years earlier.
As she opened the door, they began bringing in box