HH was looking at my blog last night, asking me questions, wondering who reads it besides Rebecca, stuff like that. He then said,
It is so long, and it used to be funny. You used to write about funny stuff.
To which I replied:
1. Funny stuff has to happen.
2. Life is not always funny.
It reminded me of a story I heard Beth Moore tell about a conversation with mom. After she started teaching, I believe, her mom commented on how Beth used to be funnier before she was a bible teacher.
The truth of it is that sometimes this life we walk, and this walk with Christ, is hilarious. Maybe because something really funny did happen. Maybe because the irony of what happened forces us to laugh. And on some days, it's funny because the only other choice is to crawl up in the fetal position and cry your eyes out. Laugh or cry, laugh or cry.
Then there are times when it is not. Times of frustration, like when you lay out a large sum of cash to get an automobile repaired, only for it to come back not. Times of disappointment, when you realize things and people weren't what they thought they were, and you realize you aren't either. Times of sadness when we lose something or someone precious to us. Times of confusion when we cannot for the life of us figure out why something happened or what we are supposed to do with it.
All times that have varying degrees.
Yesterday was not a funny day for me. I was mad. About a lot of things. I sat before the Lord in my rocking chair and ran off my list of things I was mad at. I knew my attitude was bad. I read my scriptures for the day and then I walked away from them. About an hour later I came back to my journal and was ready to deal with myself. My readings were over Hezekiah. His sickness. His healing. His lifted heart. I could not help but ask for forgiveness. Forgiveness for lifting my heart to my circumstances. Praying that when these temporary circumstances were over, and they are temporary, I would not forget God who has healed me. I would not be vain enough to show off all my stuff and forget to honor the very Christ who has provided for it.
And I was the better for it.
Nothing changed circumstantially.
My focus had.
We are not promised funny.
We are promised joy.
We are promised peace.
We are promised He is with us.
And it is my choice to remember that.
How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!
How great is the sum of them!
If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand;
When I am awake, I am still with You.
Psalm 139:17-18
3 comments:
Amen! so poignant and true!! so many times I look full into the face of my circumstances and not my Christ - and why don't i get some kind of cool nickname, like SS2 - super sister 2, or MAS2, my awesome sister 2? i mean really!!!
Amen! I am so glad I read this this morning. :) God bless you my Sister!!
I love this. So perfect for me right now.....I have a lot of frustration and some anger about stuff that happened over the summer and I am in serious need of a change of focus. I'm supposed to be in charge of the Bible study program at our church here this Fall. It's over 400 women and I need to get my act together quickly which means I need to spend some serious time on my knees refocusing my focus.
Thank you for this! And tell HH that as much as we love the funny stuff, your serious stuff is phenomenal.
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