Monday, August 24, 2009

From Blessing to Curse

I had some extra time this morning, so I started reflecting on this past weekend.
A quiet thought came to me... Ever notice how blessings appear as curses when you are in hardship? Umm...huh?
Take a look. The house we are in was such a blessing when we first moved. Oh it's a beautiful house and now we have the room we need. But lately...there's not enough room! This house is plagued with spiders! The dishwasher doesn't even get the dishes clean! We can't open the windows because the screens don't fit! Our electric bill keeps going up and we aren't doing anything different...must be the slow leak in the AC. And so on and so forth.
So you see, what once was seen as a blessing is now being looked at as a curse or problem. We are talking of moving, but we are in a lease. Oh, but the lanlord mentioned a few months ago he was thinking of selling...hmmm. Yet another thought to weigh us down.
There are other things in our life currently that has sufferred the same transformation, but I don't have time to go into it right now. I have an eye doctor appointment. Maybe they could help be get my "blessed" sight back...

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Which Way is Up?

One of the most irritating things a person can say to me is, "Someone else has it worse than you.". I know they are trying to make me feel better about a situation, but the last thing I want to hear is that my problems and struggles don't matter! Don't dismiss my pain as unimportant. God cares about me and what's going on in my life just as much as that person who's house just blew away in a tornado or something! My dad used to say that stupid phrase all the time...."Someone else has it worse than you." or "You don't have it so bad...at my age I....". That's another thing... don't make me listen to how bad you had it when you were my age!  Grrr....ok, this wasn't meant to be an angry blog.

I never knew I had so much pride until this last week. Times are rough for a lot of people with the economy these days. We haven't felt it too terribly bad until recently. Yes, Michael has been unable to find a job that pays enough in over a year, but we've survived during that time financially. Now, I'm a little...well, a lot worried. The pride comes in with me not wanting to ask people for help, though we are coming to a point that we need it. I've always been the one to give to others whether I much or little to give. How in the world do I allow myself to be on the receiving end???

Thinking of Moses

I know I posted this on my Facebook page, but I wanted to post it here to start with...


Though I read in my Bible yesterday in John 8:21 ->, I started thinking of Moses....Below are my thoughts/ramblings.

Think of Moses….

He was born a Hebrew…born into slavery and marked to die. But he was taught and raised as someone else. He was raised as a prince. He thought he was high and mighty and at the time, what he says goes.

He later comes into truth. He realizes he was born a slave; someone lesser than he thought he was. But he chooses….

Moses chooses truth! But why? Why would he choose to live as a Hebrew slave when he could SEE all that he would lose? I couldn’t imagine he saw any gain in this choice. He ended up stomping in mud, being whipped and underfed! How is it that he is willing to give up what he has as royalty in exchange for something as simple as… truth?

He comes to find out later all the mighty things he does in his lifetime. But it’s not him…it’s God working through him. And look at all that he goes through BEFORE God gets the glory! Serpents, whiny ungrateful slaves heading for freedom, climbing huge mountains to get heavy stone tablets that couldn’t possibly be easy to carry back down the mountain. He had pharaoh on his back and his own people wanting to turn their backs on him!

Did Moses ever wonder ‘what if’? What if I’d stayed a prince of Egypt instead? He wouldn’t have had to go through all those trials and irritants. Did he feel he’d seen any kind of reward while still alive here on earth? Or did it all come to him after death? And why is it that we as humans always want to be rewarded anyway?

What did he really trade? Was it a good trade? Would I be willing to trade what I have in exchange for absolute truth? And would I be able to hold to that truth no matter what it took me through? I know I don’t feel satisfied just “getting my feet wet” in Christ. But can I trust Him enough to DIVE IN?