soo i heard a pastor once say, “if you feel like all hell has broken loose and you are coming up against opposition after oppostition, stumbling block after stumbling block… you’re in the right place!” huh? does that make any sense? he went on to say that you’re facing all these things because you are exactly where God wants you to be and doing what he wants you to do and that comes against the enemy! WELL according to that definition I have been in a war of sorts (financially, physically, emotionally and spiritually) ever since this month started. which is funny because i actually started to do what i was supposed to do: i joined a theology class, taking accountability, growing and embracing my gift (went to the Isreal and New Breed Deeper Level conference which i will continue to talk about until another life altering/marking thing happens to me)….and the onslaught came: sore throat/flu like symptions, work obligations-new contract means sign a thousand papers and take tests all over again, personal issues, SERIOUS checking account overdraft , lost airline bag, $100+ in transportation fees and to and from the airport and responsibilities when i just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry BUT i reached out and HE met me every time.
Life is REALLY good, hard but good! i am reminded of the old saying that goes, “he didn’t say it would be easy but that he would never leave us nor forsake us”. and i think Jenny Simmons, yes i mention her often, says it best in her new blog note entitled ‘Calamities’:
Life is good. Well, not really. Really, life is not good. It is so hard right now. And I have cried every tear under the sun. But, thank you God that you make all things new. I run, yet I do not grow weary. Well, at least not weary enough to simply kill over and die.
I walk through the waters and rivers, but I do not drown. I get that water up my nose and it burns like I laughed to0 hard and sucked diet coke up my schnauzer; but I don’t drown.
I go through the fire, but then, in the flames I look and see that there is someone else in the flames with me. And neither of us are burned or consumed.
For you, my gracious savior are with me. You are the Holy one. You know me. You call me by name. You have given things and sacrificed greatly so that, I, your child, may bring you and you alone glory in the midst of my suffering. So that you may be praised… you make streams in the desert and you make a way in the wasteland. Even if the stream is a pretty fall pumpkin or a little baby that inches herself around the house in her sleep like a dying cockroach. You bring beauty from my ashes and introduce joy into my suffering. You put a smile on my face when despair is fighting to win my attention. You put perspective in my heart when I am feeling overwhelmed.
My own paraphrase of Isaiah 43.
And you faithfully, oh so faithfully, send people into my life that speak your words of hope over me at just the right moment (that moment is usually about two minutes before I sit all the guys down to tell them I am quitting to be a real mom, English teacher, and perhaps cheer leading coach who has her nights and weekends free. It is usually one moment before I say to God, “Thanks but no thanks. You got the wrong girl. And I got the wrong God. This sucks. I’m out.” And it is usually a few moments after another blow…or before another blow… or during another blow… it is constant) He finds me and reminds me of His Holiness at just the right moment. He reminds me that He is neither dead nor fictional; He is the very breath that keeps me going and gives me reason to exist.
Your love is all consuming when the world seeks to consume me.
So tonight, I am grateful for simple, little, silk threads of hope and light that dangle in front of my eyes and whisper in my ears as I climb a mountain and trudge a valley that I have never been in before…
Oh but HE HAS. He has met me here. And he will meet you where you are too. In fact, I promise he has gone before you, made a way, and waits to welcome you upon arrival.
Maybe with a lei. That’s what he would do in Hawaii.