A New Year!

As I stop for a moment to reflect on this past year, I think of so many blessings, of hardships and hopes, and longings for the New Year.

I think of my nephew and the miracle it was to spend a Christmas with a cancer-free Kaden. I think of our sweet friend, Patty, and spending an unexpected Christmas without her.

I think of both life and death. And this morning at church, a visiting pastor touched on this thought, as well. He spoke of the “inevitability of death” for each and every one of us.

It reminded me of a short video by Francis Chan (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jF_x8dsvb_4). Take the time to watch it—only 5 minutes! He uses a rope to illustrate our limited time on this earth versus that of eternity.

In this new year, I hope to have a renewed sense of urgency. We don’t know what’s around the corner—but eternity is coming. No matter what.  Have you asked Jesus to be Lord of your life? Have you told your neighbor about the love of Christ—about the cross?

It does matter. The red part of the rope is but a vapor, but the white goes on and on and on and on… .

I pray for you, dear reader, that this New Year will be one where you seek the Lord in all you do and seek to share the hope of the cross with all those you know.

The Good Shepherd

'Tis the season to be....

Jolly?

Giving?

Happy?

I pray often for people in my life to see Christ in all the details of their day--in the little things. I have been thinking recently that this is the perfect season to look for Christ in the details! The kids received the following message attached to a candy cane (one of those Christmas details, I suppose), and I wanted to share it with you here!

'Tis the season...to remember Jesus' birth, death and resurrection. 

The Candy Cane Story

"A candy maker wanted to make a candy that would be a witness for his Savior, so he made the Christmas Candy Cane. He incorporated several symbols for the birth, ministry, and death of Jesus Christ. He began with a stick of pure white, hard candy. The white symbolizes the Virgin Birth (Is. 7:14; Luke 1:26-35) and the sinless nature of Jesus (1 John 3:5). The hardness of the candy symbolizes the Solid Rock (1 Cor. 10:4), the foundation of the Church (Mt. 16:18), and the firmness of the promises of God (Ps. 18:30-32). The candy maker made the candy into the form of a "J" to represent the precious name of Jesus, who came to earth as our Savior (John 3:16-17), and a symbol to represent the staff of the Good Shepherd (John 10:14). The candy maker decided to stain it with red stripes, representing the stripes Jesus received prior to His crucifixion (Mark 15:15-20) for our healing (Is. 53:5). The large red stripe represents the shedding of His blood on the cross for our salvation (Rom. 5:9; Eph. 1:7)." 

from SCRIPTURE CANDY, Inc. (www.scripturecandy.com)

 

He loves me...

Do you remember the scene in The Little Mermaid where Ariel plucks the petals off the flower one by one, imaging Prince Eric in her mind: "He loves me. He  loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not... He loves me!" Even now, 25 years later, I can hear her voice crescendo with hope when she stops on, "He loves me!"

I heard a message recently by one of our pastors' wives on Romans 8:31-39 where she reflected on our tendency to do this very same thing with the Lord. When good things are happening: He loves me. When we are faced with trials: He loves me not

But this is not how our great God operates. In all things, God loves us. When we place our faith in Christ, we surrender to and recognize this great love: "For God so LOVED the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life" (John 3:16). 

The good news is this: "If God is for us, who can be against us?" God uses our trials to transform us, and we must not mistake this for His absence or His unwillingness to love us. 

So I thank God today that my assurance rests in Him and not in me, that even in the desert I am loved, that I don't have to pick the petals off the flower: He loves me; He loves me not.

He loves me.

Nothing--no nothing--can separate us from the love of Christ!

31 What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us,who can be against us? 32 He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things? 33 Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is God who justifies. 34 Who then is the one who condemns?No one. Christ Jesus who died—more than that, who was raised to life—is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. 35 Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? 36 As it is written:

“For your sake we face death all day long;
    we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.”[a]

37 No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. 38 For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,[b] neither the present nor the future, nor any powers,39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Romans 8:31-39

 

 

Need

"I need oil," said an ancient monk, so he planted an olive sapling. "Lord," he prayed, "it needs rain that its tender roots may drink and swell. Send gentle showers." And the Lord sent gentle showers. "Lord," prayed the monk, "my tree needs sun. Send sun. I pray thee." And the sun shone, gilding the dripping clouds. "Now frost, my Lord, to brace its tissues," cried the monk. And behold, the little tree stood sparkling with frost, but at evening it died.

Then the monk sought the cell of a brother monk, and told his strange experience. "I, too, planted a little tree," he said, "and see! It thrives well. But I entrust my tree to its God. He who made it knows better what it needs than a man like me. I laid no condition. I fixed not ways or means. 'Lord, send what it needs,' I prayed, 'storm or sunshine, wind, rain, or frost. Thou hast made it and Thou dost know.'"

from Calm My Anxious Heart by Linda Dillow

PRAYERS FOR KADEN

I wanted to give a quick update on Mr. Kaden and ask us all to return to our knees tonight as he heads back in for a routine MRI following the end of his treatment. 

May we pray for the Lord's continued hand in all of it, for His abundant mercies and a totally clear MRI. We pray that Kaden will never have cancer again and for his little heart and his salvation. We pray desperately for Jen and Tim as they anticipate the results. May we pray this verse over them:

TRUST in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding.

In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.

Proverbs 3:5-6

I thank you for your prayers and pray that they will continue to cover this little boy for a long time to come. 

Happy Thanksgiving

How could I ever count my blessings? There are far too many to count! This Advent season we are going to try a new tradition with the kids to be more intentional about being thankful. Each night during our family worship time, we will write down what we were most thankful for that day and then on Christmas Eve, we will open the jar and look back on all the blessings throughout the month! 

So Happy Thanksgiving to all!

Today I am thankful...

  • ...for a God in heaven who sees me, who hears me, who loves me.
  • ...for Brian.
  • ...for Cameron, Peyton and Charlotte.
  • ...for all my family and friends.
  • ...for my team.

As our pastor reminded us last week, I am so thankful that Jesus is a friend to sinners--that He loves even me, that He loves you and that we can find hope in each new day because of His love poured out for us on the cross. 

When it rains...

As the saying goes, “when it rains, it pours.” About two weeks ago I backed into a rock (had to go up over a curb to find it—oh, yes, Brian was thrilled!) and put a small hole in the back of our bumper. The same day, the sliding door on the van broke. While it was at the shop being repaired, the spring on the garage door snapped and we couldn’t get it to go up (gotta look for those blessings in disguise—at least the van wasn’t parked in the garage!). Of course, it wasn’t just the spring that needed fixed—the whole door needs replaced!

Sometimes it seems like these ordeals come all at once—they bombard us like a storm that blows in without warning. I think that’s how I feel about MS.

About two weeks ago, I had a flare up with my MS. Simply put—my bowl was empty—I ran out of pennies, as Bonnie would say. The physical toll is both immediate and long term. That evening my hands and arms returned, my legs became heavy and balance was an issue. And while these symptoms ease with rest and return only in spurts, the severe fatigue has yet to leave.

It’s my storm in its own right, and lately it feels like it hasn’t just been raining—it’s been pouring. The flu hit the Allerding household this week, too, knocking me down just that much more.

With the physical also comes the emotional… . This flare up has been just like backing into that rock in the parking lot. A jolt. A reminder. Scary. And I feel like I’m the garage door. I need more than a quick fix.

I am reminded I need my Savior, the good and Great Physician.

And I have to mind my pennies. 

In the midst of all this, we attended the funeral of our dear friend, Patty Lemon. It was a beautiful ceremony and at the end, they played the song “It Is Well.” It is one of the songs I wrote about on my very first blog posts. It is a song that will always take me back to the initial diagnosis. When I heard it, I sobbed…tears of joy for Patty. That her mountain has been thrown into the sea. That it is truly well with her soul. That she rests with her Savior now in heaven.

But it reminded me also of the reality of my own life and my resistance to the Holy Spirit’s call as I am sanctified in this storm called MS. So I pray that I will not be bitter or angry or afraid. I pray that I will TRUST, that I will rejoice, that I will pray, that I will give thanks. 

TRUST…that my eyes will be “ever toward the Lord” (Psalm 25:15).

As the song so beautifully puts it,

Far be it from me to not believe

Even when my eyes can't see

And this mountain that's in front of me

Will be thrown into the midst of the sea

Through it all, through it all

My eyes are on You

Through it all, through it all

It is well

And I pray that it might be so... .

 

 

 

Grace (Part III)

Two months ago I began to pray for God to allow me to meet someone else that has MS—someone I could talk to—a friend.

Over the past year and a half of trying to filter through my diagnosis, I have talked to many people. I am so thankful for these people who have loved me through it—friends and loved ones, but none of them have been people who have MS—someone to whom I can ask the hard questions, or reveal my fears and know they understand. At times it is a lonely road.

It’s not until recently that I’ve even had a desire to talk to someone with MS. I think, simply put, I just haven’t been ready. Recently, a doctor asked me about my MS. He said, “Now, I assume you’ve read everything there is to read about it. I’m sure you’re an expert...”

And I had to say, “Actually, no. I haven’t. And no, I’m not.” It’s hard to read about it, to look at the research and the potential ramifications—it’s hard to see what “could be.” This whole thing has been a process.

Recently, however, I’ve felt he push to know more, to learn more, and so I began to pray for a person rather than a website. Several weeks ago, the Lord showered me with His amazing grace in answering this prayer. And in His merciful and loving fashion, He not only brought me someone with MS—he brought me a believer in Jesus Christ.

The best part of this answer to prayer is the story itself--the way I met her. It is so crazy—so “coincidental” as many would claim, that it could only be written by the hand of God.

These are my favorite answers to prayer—the kind where I could not even try to take credit if I wanted to—the kind where our Savior blows our socks off.

Let me tell you how it happened…

As Brian and I entered the waiting room for my appointment with my neurologist, there was only one other person in the waiting room. She was young and cute and unassuming. She sat quietly with her Bible open.

I immediately thought to myself, Really, God!? Could this be her!? The answer to my prayer sitting like a wrapped present in the waiting room with her Bible open???

So—much to Brian’s dismay, I leaned over and asked this cute little thing: “Excuse me, are you a believer?”

“Yes,” she replied quietly.

So of course, I quickly followed it up with, “…and do you have MS?”

“No,” she replied, dashing my dreams in my moment of glory (although looking back, I’m so glad for her that she does not!). I was immediately disappointed but recognized the chances of finding my new friend with MS, with a Bible open, in the lobby of my doctor’s office was so highly unlikely.

“But…” she continued, “I am here with someone who does. And she is also a believer.”

This girl told me the few details she could—that she had been called in on a day she usually didn’t work to help transport this woman to her appointment. The lady, I learned, was in a wheelchair and this sweet young girl was here to help her.

In the next moment, I was getting called back for my appointment and ripped a piece of paper out to write down my email. “Please give this to her,” I told the young girl. “I have been praying to find someone with MS to talk to. Perhaps she might be the answer to my prayers.”

And then I waited.

And I prayed..

And then I hoped.

And I prayed.

And about a day or so later, Bonnie emailed me.

Bonnie is God’s gift to me-- how else can you describe this sequence of events??? She was the answer to my prayer. It’s called Providence—God’s timing.

And it’s called grace.

She even has red hair! We emailed back and forth for several days and then decided to meet. On my first meeting with Bonnie, I cried a lot and marveled at her courage and faith. She has traveled a much longer and harder road than I have yet traveled. She has secondary progressive MS, which is much more severe than mine. But Bonnie has hope. She has hope in Jesus, and she has a story to tell. 

And I can’t wait to hear more of it.

So for now, I thank God for my new friend, for this bold answer to prayer. 

Amazing grace...how sweet the sound. 

Dear Patty

Today we attended the funeral of a very dear friend, Patty Lemon. When I think of Patty and replay the video of clips and moments in my head that we shared with her, all the memories have one thing in common: laughter. I confess tonight my deepest fear is that I will someday no longer be able to replay that soundtrack in my head. That I might lose the crispness, the reality of it.

I didn't know Patty nearly as long as Brian and so many of her other close friends, but she still left an incredible footprint on my life.  At the service today they read one of her favorite set of verses: 

12 Now we ask you, brothers and sisters, to acknowledge those who work hard among you, who care for you in the Lord and who admonish you.13 Hold them in the highest regard in love because of their work. Live in peace with each other. 14 And we urge you, brothers and sisters, warn those who are idle and disruptive, encourage the disheartened, help the weak, be patient with everyone. 15 Make sure that nobody pays back wrong for wrong, but always strive to do what is good for each other and for everyone else.

16 Rejoice always, 17 pray continually, 18 give thanks in all circumstances;for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.

1 Thess. 5:12-18.

I knew we shared a love of God's Word, but I didn't know until today that we shared the love of those particular verses. I have them in a frame, sitting on my kitchen counter.

She truly was a sister in Christ. 

Patty was a woman with plenty of hard things in her life, but one who spent her life rejoicing and impacting the lives of those around her. Today we can rejoice and rest in the assurance that Patty professed Jesus Christ as her Lord and Savior and lived a life bearing fruit as evidence. She can now rest peacefully for all eternity.

So, sweet friend, I first thank God for your presence in our lives, for the blessing of friendship and fellowship and love. And if I could have left you with one more message, it would read something like this...

Dear Patty,

Thank you for your love and for your laughter. Thank you for carrying the sweet aroma of Christ. Thank you for being joyful.

A good time was had by all.

With all my love,

Abbey

Grace (Part II)

I got a message on my answering machine last week. When I heard it, I cried tears of joy.

The nurse at my neurologist's office left a six second voicemail that the radiology report on my MRI looked good--"there don't appear to be any new lesions."

This is AMAZING news!!!

This past Monday, I had an appointment to go over the results. For the first time in over a year, I looked at an MRI with hope. The scars are still there, the MS is still there, but nothing was glowing! No lesions were currently active. I have hope that this medicine is working.

I am so thankful in this--beyond words, beyond what I could ever explain here. And I thank God for his mercies, and I thank God for all of the prayers--the ones I know about and the ones I never will. I am humbled by the Lord's grace in this situation and by the people who so graciously love me through it.

And yet I confess to you the small part of me that stomached the news with a tinge of disappointment. A new lesion could explain the hard days--the way I so often feel. No new lesions is truly amazing grace, and yet I must also now begin to accept my new normal.  How I feel. How I must continue to learn to adjust my lifestyle.

On the way home, I asked Brian if I he thought that meant I  could return to what I was doing before MS. I already knew the answer--I know I cannot. I know I physically and mentally cannot. I know it on the days I try. And yet I just needed to hear him tell me no--that is not what the doctor was saying at all. 

And I am challenged to keep my eyes "ever toward the Lord." To recognize how he is using my MS to grow me and to sanctify me. I have hope that someday I might sit in that room and look at an MRI that is clean--that shows no MS, no scars. That I might say to the doctor--"You see! My God did that!" 

But I am challenged that even if that did happen, I would never go back. The Lord is teaching me to live life more dependently on Him--to grow in my faith. To live a life where I must consider whether each part of my agenda is "worth it" that day--worthy of Him. 

And for now, I pray that I can look at my MRI--scars and all--and say with joy, "You see! My God did that!" 

...so that the works of God might be displayed in me. 

So for now, I am so, so thankful for this wonderful news and a beyond encouraging appointment. 

Thank you, Lord, for this incredible encouragement and for your truly AMAZING grace.

SUPER

In today's world, superheroes reign. In our house, the kids have claimed their own superheroes: Peyton is Superman, Cam is Batman and Charlotte is Wonder Woman. Go to your local store and you'll see all the t-shirts for sale, watch the kids dress up for Halloween or go to the movie theater and see the latest Marvel thrill.

Kaden was released from the hospital this week. It was "super" in every sense of the word.  It was miraculous and phenomenal and breathtaking. It brought me to tears. We went down on Monday for a bell ringing ceremony, marking the end of chemotherapy. It was a celebration worth witnessing. 

Kaden is cancer free!

I rejoice in my heart to a God in heaven who takes the word SUPERHERO to a whole new level. This bell ringing, the end of chemo, an MRI and spinal tap that reveal the cancer has been beaten--it is nothing short of SUPERNATURAL. 

As his name so rightly signifies, Kaden is a fighter. But I am reminded in this sweet moment of victory that what seemed impossible was possible because our Creator allowed it to be. Jesus Christ is the ultimate superhero--without muscles, without a special costume, but rather the willingness to lay aside his supernatural ability to save himself, so that we might be saved despite our sin. 

So while Kaden is certainly our little superman (do you all see that sweet picture of him flying!!??), Jesus is the one to whom our knees should bow. We stand in awe and wonder at this beautiful miracle and thank Him for his remarkable mercies through this journey.

Brian and I were asked to pray at the bell ringing ceremony--(I couldn't have prayed one word without crying, so Brian prayed for us). It was a good reminder of the supernatural power of prayer throughout this process--He began with this:

3 Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, 4 who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. 5 For just as we share abundantly in the sufferings of Christ, so also our comfort abounds through Christ.

2 Corinthians 1:3-5

...and he ended by praying for Kaden's salvation from Psalm 91--that he will come to know the Lord:

“Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;
    I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
15 He will call on me, and I will answer him;
    I will be with him in trouble,
    I will deliver him and honor him.
16 With long life I will satisfy him
    and show him my salvation.”

So I thank you all for your prayers and ask that you will continue to pray for this little boy--that he might come to know Jesus as his Savior, that he might never have cancer again, that he would be protected from any future side effects from the chemo and that his story will be told always with the name of Jesus on our lips. 

Finally, I pray that you might recognize the words at the top of my blog from John 9:1-3 in this tiny little boy. The works of God have certainly been displayed in him. May we be ever so thankful and mindful of the work of our Creator. He is a good, good Father. 

Fall days...

Each year Brian looks forward to the Loudonville Fair like it’s a national holiday. This week we had a countdown going!

And it certainly did not disappoint. We made it down for the livestock sale, rode plenty of rides, ate plenty of food (yes, I had an Italian sausage and some fair fries—my fave!), took a nap at Grandma Allerding’s and then went back for more, ending with a double order of Lerch’s Donuts and some cotton candy. Best part of the fair: spending quality time with Grandma and Grandpa Allerding and lots of cousins.

Tonight we spent the evening at our church's Fall Fest, celebrating the fall and enjoying fellowship with family and friends.

I feel like the fall is one of my favorite times of year to spend outside. God’s creation is such a good reminder of His never-ending grace. Each day He paints a new sky and each evening He splashes another myriad of colors on the canvas we call home for this short time. “It looks fake,” I commented to someone this evening—the clouds and the sky. And one is never like the next. Always breathtaking. It is a good reminder that just like the sky, His mercies are new every morning and that He is a BIG, BIG God. 

Grace (Part I)

I am writing to report with abundant thanksgiving that I feel the best I’ve felt since I was diagnosed with MS in June of 2015! This is the week before my monthly infusion (I will go for it tomorrow), and I am not a total emotional and physical mess. Typically, this week would have already entailed a great deal of crying—over the happy, sad and in between, as well as a total lack of energy.

But today, I had energy! I played outside with my kiddos and enjoyed soaking in God’s beautiful creation. When I pause to think how long it’s been since I’ve felt any amount of energy for an extended period of time, I’m overwhelmed by what our bodies can take and the toll it can take in other areas of our lives.

I forgot what I was missing.

What it feels like to not always pretend to feel well.

I am going to report to you in a series of blogs (look for Grace Part II coming soon…) about some of the ways I’ve grown and seen God’s grace over this past year, and more particularly, recently.

I ask that you might pray for my MRI coming up next Monday, October 10th. This will be to determine the effectiveness of the “new” medication (going on 8 months now) and will give us some indication of where to go or not go from here.

My most immediate praise would be the change in weather (i.e. no humidity!!!). The summer heat can have (and did have!) a major impact on symptoms, and I am so thankful for the fall to finally have arrived!

Stuff

Have you taken a visit to Toys R Us recently???  I have to confess that I made my second visit probably in the last twenty years this past month. I left with my head spinning.

I was so overwhelmed by the volume of “stuff.”  I couldn’t even imagine how my children felt—they were literally spinning (in circles!) as they tried to comprehend all the toys that existed in this one, giant building!

I have lamented to my husband for many years that I am constantly overwhelmed by the toys in my house (which I’m now realizing—ashamedly so--is its own mini Toys R Us).  I love our house, but there are really two rooms downstairs for living in outside the kitchen and both are covered in toys. I’m either tripping over toys, breaking up a fight over toys, or cleaning up toys (and yes, I enforce having my children help clean up!).

Based on my own study of Scripture and my own burden of making idols out of “stuff,” as well as an article Brian sent me recently that claims having too many toys can actually create higher levels of stress in moms, I decided I’d had enough. Over the past several months, I’ve been “cleaning” out the toys. It started on a small scale, but the other day I had finally had enough.

While my little ones were at school I took five loads (yes, LOADS) of toys to the basement.  When they returned home, not a word was spoken about the missing toys until after naps when Cammy went behind the couch and noticed a missing basket: “Where did that go? And the stuff in it?” was all he said.  I gave a simple answer that I had just taken the basket away and he moved on with whatever he was doing.

They didn’t even miss five LOADS of toys!!!

For all of you out there condemning me for stunting my children’s growth—don’t worry.  There are still plenty of toys left to play with.  But I tried to focus on ones that encourage imagination and play: their kitchen and work bench where they pretend to have a restaurant or create wonderful “wooden” projects. Building blocks and magnatiles for creating an infinite number of structures and creations. I left the plethora of books and puzzles, as well as their musical instruments where they sing praises to their Father in heaven! They have a coloring table where they play for hours, and I left plenty more I haven’t even mentioned here. They still have PLENTY of “stuff.” I am certain after listing that for you, it’s still too much.

I intend to continue to purge the play room and liberate myself and my children from the confines of too many things. 

The process truly has been freeing.

I heard a story a few years back about a grandma who allowed her children to really play when they came to her house. She didn’t worry too much about the breakables and the precious things—“It’s just stuff,” she told them.

That story has stuck with me, and while it’s been a slow process in my own life—and the toys are just one example of my liberation, I know I must continue to pray that the Lord will allow me not to become too wrapped up in the things of this world—of having more than my neighbor, of keeping up with the Jones’s. 

What a challenge.

But for now—what a relief!  

Fall Reading...

Have you ever heard the saying, “You are what you eat?” It makes me think of Philippians 4:8...

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things.

We aren’t just what we eat. We are what we watch, what we talk about, what we THINK! This verse has challenged me in the realm of TV, in the realm of my activities and especially in the realm of what I read. So I thought I’d share some of the books that have impacted me in the past year or so—ones I am currently reading or ones I know have impacted me greatly. Books that I pray are "excellent or praiseworthy"--that I might "think about such things." 

Here are a few:

·         A Praying Life by Paul E. Miller – a life changer—this one challenges you to take a look at different areas of your prayer life

·         Loving God with all Your Mind by Elizabeth George – all about choosing to speak God’s TRUTH to yourself on a daily basis

·         Shepherding a Child’s Heart by Tedd Tripp – can’t wait to dig into this one after attending his conference a few weekends back! The title speaks to the topic!

·         Morning Devotions by Susannah Spurgeon: Free Grace and Dying Love – challenging and beautiful daily devotions 

·         If I Were God, I’d End all the Pain by John Dickson – for the soul who struggles to reconcile the darkness of this world with our great and awesome Father

·         The Freedom of Self-Forgetfulness by Tim Keller – a quick yet incredibly deep and profound read

·         Lead…for God’s Sake! By Todd G. Gongwer – for the leader, the businessman, the coach, the just about anybody!

But don’t forget…the greatest TRUTH of all is the Word of God. As I’ve said before (and stolen from someone much brighter than I am), I pray it might be your “magnificent obsession.” I love the way God tells us His word will never return void:

…so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.

Isaiah 55:11