Tuesday, November 15, 2011
I know not what it is to suffer. Trust me, to hear me tell it, you'd think I do. I can complain with the best of them. But at my core, I know that I don't suffer. I've never had to suffer. I've STRUGGLED, perhaps; been met with obstacles and hardships, but I think I've found the difference. Jesus suffered. He was persecuted, beaten, stripped of his dignity and murdered brutally. He SUFFERED. I believe that struggle is something we bring upon ourselves; it is consequence to our actions. When people struggle financially, emotionally, professionally, romantically, it is usually due in some part to poor choices they have made. It is not heeding our better judgement (what I believe to be God nudging us in the right direction) and still taking a path we probably know we shouldn't. But we do not suffer. What Jesus had to endure, I do not believe were consequences of his actions. He was not making wrong or poor choices that brought him to a place where he needed to be taught a lesson. In fact, he was the MOST in-tune with a plan God laid out for him. And it is through Christ's suffering, that I can now struggle and come out the other side. That I can make dumb decisions and completely think I've destroyed my life, to learn, grow, and continue on. That God is present in my everyday, nudging me toward a life filled with less and less struggle. A life that I both love, and love to complain about. But a life nonetheless, devoid of suffering. So, may God meet you where you struggle today, and carry you through to a struggle-free tomorrow. ...and what this all has to do with rabbits, chocolate, and brightly-colored hidden eggs, I will never understand.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
How often we as people tend to place blame of our misfortune(s) on others. If we aren't hired for a job, we say it's the fault of the employer to have not seen the potential in us; if we are "dumped", we find fault in the other party's inability to see the sheer awesomeness in us. But do we ever stop to think that WE might be what holds us back? A fear of failure, a fear of success, insecurities all forged in the life experiences that shape us; our minds self-sabotaging our every move in the pursuit of happiness. We weigh ourselves down with our own doubts so much so, that we can never truly rise to the level of achievement we seek. We are bound only by the limits in our own minds. And here's an example: I was speaking with a woman the other day who was about to go visit her mother in the hospital. When I asked her what was wrong, she said "She just had a hip replacement. But she's already up and walking. You see, she has dementia, so the doctors think she isn't aware of how bad the pain is." ---This woman's mother should by all accounts be in a very fragile physical state, with months of healing and therapy ahead, but her mind isn't able to tell her what she CAN'T do. Imagine then, if you were able to shift all those things that your mind tells you that you can't do ----how would today be different? How would tomorrow be different? How could the whole course of your life be different? When you were little, did you ever pretend to be something? A princess, a superhero? What did you think you were going to be when you grew up? I, of course, at 8 years old wanted to be a dancer, who was Spanish - so that's a bad example - but nothing told me I couldn't be. Nothing kept me from believing with every beat of my 8 year-old heart that I could be the greatest Spanish lady dancer in the history of the world. ...Again, really bad example, but the point is, as we get older, life starts to creep in. People we come in contact with, things we go through, all start to build up in our "I Can't" bank. Over time, these things completely shift who we are or what we feel we're capable of doing. So, I say, in this moment, rid yourself of all of your "I Can't"s. Ignore the broken hip, and be the greatest Spanish lady dancer in the history of the world.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
The other morning, as I drove to work, the highway was consumed by fog. I could barely see in front of me, and couldn't see behind. In my field of vision, was only the small stretch of road I was driving. And that's when I felt the presence of the Lord. He and I had gotten into an argument just the night before about how I was too afraid to fully trust Him, and I found my current traffic situation to serve as a symbol for that. I could only see the road for what it was in the present; I couldn't look behind me, couldn't see what was ahead --- I just had to trust --- trust that there WAS a road laid out in front of me. Clearly I knew this to be true, as I'd been driving these roads for 6 months now ---but it was the idea of trusting God, not relying on my own sight, my own mind, my own memory.... I rely on myself a lot, mostly because I'm afraid of being disappointed by others. What a horrible place to reside, always waiting for the other shoe to drop! Always waiting to be betrayed, to fail or be failed, expecting it to just be a matter of time for the worst to occur. Where did I get such a notion? How did I get here? More importantly, how do I get out? How do I find a way to trust God? How do I find a way to trust His love, His guidance, His strength? How do I trust my own ears to listen, my own heart to hear Him? What is certain is that the road is there. But the PATIENCE for the road to reveal itself, that is the challenge.