Look What God Did

Look What God Did

Look What God Did

About thirteen years ago when my oldest child was only ten years old, I sat through my first homeschooling graduation. I was nursing little Elizabeth—my fifth child who was a dear baby. It was May and our last year had been a rough one. In fact, doubt and discouragement were working hard to take me under.

Lilly needed a diaper change and Davis volunteered to take care of her. I didn’t argue with him. He left just in time for the graduates to be announced. I was unprepared for the wave of emotion that hit me as the graduates and their parents walked on stage. Even now tears run down my cheeks.

Our year hadn’t gone so well. My oldest son, Charles, was still not reading well and he seemed to be getting more strong-willed by the day. Anderson and Savannah Anne were doing okay, but I wasn’t able to give them much time as Charles demanded so much of me.

Molly was about to be two years old and was clearly a female version of her oldest brother. She challenged me daily, especially at nap time. Then there was little Elizabeth, or Lilly as we call her. She was quiet and happy. She didn’t make a fuss—just happily cooed and smiled.

I felt like I was a complete failure. We had not finished any of the curricula we had purchased the previous year. In fact, some of it we hadn’t even started. There were deficiencies screaming on every front. I remembered just crying out to God. I didn’t know what to ask for, but I knew I needed something.

Going to the conference that year represented a break for me. I just needed a get away. I didn’t need to buy any more books! I needed some encouragement. No, I needed a bunch of encouragement. We attended several workshops, but I still felt like I hadn’t found what I needed, that is, not until the last session.

The graduates lined up on stage and I lost it. Davis was gone with Lilly and there I sat, crying like a baby. A woman sitting next to me (who I didn’t even know) put her arm around me and asked, “So which one is yours?” Through tears I answered, “I don’t know any of them. I just hope to have one someday.” She smiled and handed me a tissue. I’d found my encouragement.

Looking back I see that I had become distracted by what I wasn’t doing instead of what He was doing. I needed to trust that He was at work behind the scenes. The mundane of every day, the laundry, the meals, the sticky floors, the conflicts, the school, the errands, the everyday stuff beat down on me.

Seeing those graduates on stage renewed my vision. And the Spirit of God whispered to my heart, “Look what I can do.”

This last weekend Anderson graduated from Animation Mentor, an online animation school. That may sound like nothing to you, so let me fill in some blanks. Anderson had always wanted to be a zoologist. He was going to be a vet and had actually shadowed a practicing professional a couple of times. In his junior year he changed course and decided he no longer wanted to study medicine to become a veterinarian. Great. Fine.

He took his first art class as a senior—his first. And he blossomed. A couple of years earlier he had interned at an animation studio in Dallas, but we thought it was more of a hobby, not an actual career. While taking the art class, he started thinking that maybe this was the direction he wanted to go.

Now, two years since high school graduation, he has completed animation school and all I can say is, “Look what God did!” I can’t take any credit. All we did was stay the course and stand in anticipation and support of what we saw God doing. God did it all.

Now I can see that Anderson’s artistic talent was there all along. God had placed it in him. It is a gift from God. And it is God’s will that Anderson use the gift that God has so generously given him to reflect glory back to the Giver.

Fellow adventurer, may I humbly suggest that you not look at what you are doing or not doing. Instead I suggest you live in anticipation of what God will do. Then go seek Him and follow Him with all your heart. May our Father grant us opportunities to testify with the words, “Look what God did!”

In His Grace,

Rachael Carman

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Rachael Carman
I had it going on—or so I thought. After surviving sixty-three months of pregnancy, countless sleepless nights, and 35,000+ diapers, this one-time control freak encountered God’s grace. And I’m here to encourage you to do the same! I love encouraging and inspiring moms to grow deeper in their walk and relationship with our Heavenly Father.

I’ve been married to my beloved, Davis, since 1986; our life has been a roller-coaster ride, with God at the controls. We have seven kids and let me tell you our family loves to laugh! I enjoy playing in the dirt, eating dark chocolate, and walking on the beach. I’m an author and speaker and I am passionate about helping moms not only survive motherhood, but draw near to the Father and thrive in motherhood.

I’m so glad you’re here.
Posted on: August 5, 2013, by : Rachael Carman