What a message to land in my inbox this week! I have had one of those weeks where I am too readily focused on this world that is full of all things icky right now: Political snarkiness, injured athletes, blatantly unkind Christians, suicide, saturated fats, late summer humidity, cancer diagnosis, cancer deaths, 13-year old sweaty gym bags, broken air-conditioner, 8th grade bullies, ACT Prep...
I allow myself to be overwhelmed, when there is so much good going on every single day that is much more conducive to my mood and deserving of my joy. Right after my daughter was born, I got a small spark to do missions work. I have told my WBS group that I think it would be amazing to live abroad for a year doing missions work. In my plan...I travel and help villages in poverty. Through the Mom Quilt, I have the chance to be a part of an amazing missions project, however, God isn't choosing to send me through the passport process and hours of air borne entertainment just yet.
I have witnessed this week a community come together financially and through prayer for a young life cut short.
As I scroll through my facebook feed, I am brought to tears for a family I don't even know, but again, their story hits close to home. Their son is in a deep coma with brain swelling after sustaining an ordinary hit in an ordinary football game. Tears for the depth of their grief, for wanting a sign from God, for the emotional heaviness of sustaining hope, for the plethora of prayers that are pouring out not just for healing, but for a miracle.
People still believe in miracles! How joyful is that? And how comforting to know we serve a God that is fully capable of performing that miracle...in His time. Waiting is icky...
How my heart bursts for my son who sits at lunch with a kid that no one else will and puts himself out there to stand up against the kid bullying this kid. That tears spill over when I ask about another kid that I hear is sitting by himself and my son knows, and he is torn because he already has someone he is looking out for and our school doesn't allow the grades to intermix at lunch. I am doing my best to raise him right, so heads up girls wanting to marry this one...I will have a rigorous background check for you to complete that will date back to mid-hi lunch hour!
Text received about ACT Prep, "I think that was really helpful. Like I feel I could take the ACT right now". Okay...relief, but seriously, when did my sweet girl get old enough to take the ACT and pick colleges to send the results to?
To reinforce what I wrote last week: one day at a time, one person at a time, one kind word/gesture/smile/prayer/triumph at a time.
Galatians 6:9-10 And let us not grow weary of doing good. For in due season we will reap if we do not give up. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, especially those that belong to the family of believers.
God is putting ALL things in place for His glory. Job tells us it will be far greater than anything we can even begin to understand. We can't give up. It is easy to grow weary in this world, because this world is not what God intended it to be when He proclaimed "and it was good". He allowed human nature the freedom to choose its course and that results in icky things that beat us down.
I will completely own that I have allowed it to be a "weary" week. But as I prayed over what to share with you today, I realized that I have been blessed to witness some of God's greatest good right before me, I just need to open my eyes and allow it to be all the good...one moment at a time.
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