...let me set the scene for you...
I am standing ankle-deep in water, in my bathroom.
There is no end in sight. Paper towels just won't do
for an epic mess like this. Panic begins to set it.
There's just so much water! I'm a girl, we're not
supposed to deal with problems like this! I can't
handle this. Absolutely not. How can this get much
worse? Doesn't God understand that I can't handle
much more? Hasn't He given me enough to deal
with? Really???
As I'm typing this, I'm sitting on my bed. The mess
has been contained. The toilet has been fixed, my
towels are in the washing machine. This crisis has been
dealt with. However, I'm left with a lingering lesson,
something that makes me cringe a little bit.
The Lord never gives me more than what is appropriate.
All of the trials, from the biggest heartbreak to the smallest
situation, are carefully calculated. God isn't sitting up in
heaven, flinging missiles and bombs my way for fun.
No, He is a loving and benevolent God who uses things
that may not be so pleasant to conform us to the image
of Christ.
Can God use an overflowing toilet to bring his
children to a better understanding of their heart
and of their sin? Absolutely. Case and Point.
I'm guilty of accusing God of not knowing what
is in my best interest. I just react when something
happens, rather than weigh it with the mercy that I've
been given. Does the Lord know our weaknesses and
sorrows? Completely. In fact, He knows us better than
we know ourselves.
In the future, when hard times come, I know that my
heart's attitude needs to be that of trust and thanksgiving,
rather than of emotional reaction. Wether it's something
really really big, or as simple as a toilet breaking, I need
to have a correct perspective.
Okay, now that I've shared with you, I need to
get back to studying for finals. Wish me luck!
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