Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Not too long ago, I went through one of my most trying tests of faith yet, and as I reflect over the year that is now rapidly coming to a close I find myself humbled and grateful for the pain that was, is, and is to come. It's not that I enjoyed suffering or look forward to it's future arrival, but I have discovered that the pain I recently endured subsided, and through it, because of it, I'm closer to God than I ever was before. In a nutshell this most recently trying test of faith arrived in the form of misplaced hopes and desires that gave birth to a tragic misconception of reality. I allowed myself to become immersed in a heart vision that was never God's vision, at least not for today. I put my hope into my own idea of what was and should be. I was wrong - and when I found out, it hurt like what we imagine the pain of hell to feel. Have you ever become so convinced and so certain that God was doing something in your life only to find out that you missed the mark? Well, I missed the mark in a situation recently and it caused me agonizing pain, heavy doubts, and troubled thought patterns. Life turned very dark for a number of days, but He led me through it and now again, I dare to hope...
Monday, November 28, 2011
I met a man a couple of weeks ago by the name of Robert. He was skilled in electrical work, plumbing, and even something he called "laser guided missile repair." Though I have no idea what the latter is, I found myself impressed just by the fancy and highly skilled sound of it. "What a smart guy!" I thought to myself as I tried to picture him in the line of duty. When we met, it was cold and rainy and Robert sat bundled up on a bench outside of my local Albertson's grocery store. I didn't see him as I walked out because he was off to my left and not even my peripheral vision picked up his presence. Plus, I was in a hurry to get home so I could kick back with the family to have popcorn and watch movies. On cold, rainy days there's nothing I like better than snuggling up under the plush blanket that my mom gave me for Christmas three years ago. The picture you see doesn't do it justice because this thing is velvety soft and oh so warm. I like it so much that it took me two years before I would even allow my son (who is now almost 7) to touch or use it. It was just a generally accepted rule in our home that no one, under any circumstances, was to touch "mommy's blanket," and this rule extended to my husband, friends, family, and anyone else who happened to stop by. "Don't touch it now, don't touch it ever," was the unspoken message anytime it was sitting out. I could be in another room of the house and still know if someone ran their unworthy finger along it to cop a feel of it's satiny soft lining. I love this blanket, but... today's entry isn't about my blanket, though you no doubt see now why I love it. Back to Robert. As I walked to my car, popcorn and seasonings in hand, and hood over head, I shivered under the falling rain. I couldn't wait to get back home, so as I turned on the car and began backing out I had only blanket, popcorn, and movie in mind. And then I saw him.