The ease is trusting God in the good, easy times.
Challenge is when adversity hits you square in the kisser. Or when recalcitrant me—the chick who knows better—does her own thing, encouraging adverse, painful, totally avoidable, very, very, avoidable silly painful, stressful, ridicules stupid, dumb predictable conclusions.
Help me Jesus I'm dumb. And I'm anxiety ridden.
Thank you for preparing for my stupidity far, far in advance of my 30th birthday, because 30 has been a difficult birthday year. You know, getting old and all...new wrinkles caused by bad decisions and such.
You are so very good to me in-spite of every bad decision.
Thank you.
But here's the deal to all my friends, folks.
I'm tired.
I'm tired of food banks and homeless shelters in the land of the free and the home of the brave.
I'm tired of double standard, corrupt officials making millions, billions, off the back of hard working, and I mean HARD WORKING Americans who are only trying to live the dream, provide more for their loved ones. Not only America though, by far.
I'm tired of seeing average individuals penalized for smallest infractions, while elite get away with murder.
Literally.
I'm tired of hearing of children being used and abused, increasingly (I can't even believe it's so very possible) over time.
So abused.
Horrifically abused.
I'm sickened.
You should be too.
I've been a dreamer from earliest memories. Idealistic. Even when my Matthew 7:7 “Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you," six-year-old self-experienced harsh reality.
I still believed.
A dreamer.
To.
A.
Fault.
Some would say naive.
But now I'm thirty.
And I'm tired.
I can't imagine what God feels.
So, listen.
Time is short.
God doesn't want anyone to perish, nor do I, his flawed but redeemed daughter.
"Let the redeemed of the Lord say so." Psalm 107:2
I say so.
I'm redeemed.
Time is short.
If I know you, if I've met you at any time, I've lifted you in prayer. Often. Like most everyday often.
Time is short.
Bad is rampant. It can't and won't continue. I'm telling you it won't. It can't.
And if you know me you know I'm not normally preachy.
But I care for and about you, my loved ones.
Yes, I trust God in the easy times. Trusting in the hard times proves my metal. I want to give up and quit on any given day. I tried giving up once. God said no loud and clear. If you know you know. So now I endure, fight the good fight again, start over every dang day.
Again.
And again.
Not perfect but forgiven.
Trusting God in the hard times, well, trusting then, when I/we would rather throw in the towel, that true trust shows the world we believe what we say we believe.
God is faithful.
Not only in good times but especially in bad times. The times anxiety takes our breath away, when anxiety wakes us in the middle of the night, when truly there's no reason to awake panicking.
God is faithful. Always.
Trusting God in bad times proves HIS faithfulness.
Rest in the storm.
The battle is His.
The tougher the battle the bigger the mission.
My mission must be a doozy. Do you relate?
We are almost home.
To those who still question an omnipotent, caring, saving God, know, KNOW He cares for you just as much as He cares for me. You are worthy of His love and of His saving grace.
I continue to pray.
Until my dying breath I pray for you.
Never quit.
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