Where God's Word Meets Our Mess
These are a few of the many ways I regularly become frustrated. Frustration is one of my common feelings because I love to accomplish things. Perhaps you can relate. And maybe inefficiency drives you crazy, too. But it doesn't need to.
Have you ever noticed how easy it is to criticize men and women in the Bible, especially when their sins are evident? I mean, how could Jonah run away from God? How could Rebekah play favoritism with her sons and deceive her husband? How could David commit adultery and murder Uriah? But we forget that we, too, can quickly fall into sin.
Of course, I know what the truth is. We are commanded to do everything for God’s glory (1 Corinthians 10:31). We are promised that any work we do for God is not ineffective (1 Corinthians 15:58). So why does our work still feel mundane and insignificant sometimes?
But something had happened. I had been majorly disappointed. Again. When would I learn to not have such high expectations?
Enjoy your family, food, and fireworks! And thank God for setting us free from bondage as a nation and as sinners. Happy 4th of July!
God has good in store for you, dear friend. If it is God’s will, Prince Charming will come. Yes, the wait is long and exhausting. But we can never believe that lie that God is holding out on us.
As I continued to stare at a completely blank page, I couldn’t help but wonder why I even bothered trying to write: Why do I keep writing? Why do I keep blogging? Where is all of this headed?
Let’s just say that the dog days of summer have begun…and it’s only June 11th. I’m definitely happy to be done with school. I’m excited for the sunshine, spending time with family and friends, and enjoying some free time. I’m excited to visit the beach, watch Hallmark movies, and cook homemade meals. But even with all the activities ahead, I know I’ll still experience feelings of boredom.
During the sermon at church, I think about where we’re going to eat lunch after the service. As I read my Bible, I worry about my new job that’s starting soon. When I sing praise songs, I stare at the girl leading worship and wonder if she’s prettier than me. During prayer, I think about my blog stats and how to get more “likes” on my posts. Why can’t I simply think about the sermon that I’m hearing, the verses that I’m reading, the songs that I’m singing, or the words that I’m praying?
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