The snow drones on like a persistent and spoiled child throwing a temper tantrum in the Walmart check out aisle. “MOM!!!! I WANT….” You know the one, screaming, calling mom names and hitting anyone in reach, slamming products onto the floor and making a huge messy scene, all because mom said “NO”
Winter never seems to understand his presence is like nails on a chalk board. But who is the brat causing a disturbance? Me? You? Us? Them? Ya, it’s got to be them!! You and I would never have a hissy fit over an old man named Winter, or the not so distant cousin named “icy roads” WOULD WE?
So we complain about the snow and the cold, in the midst of a global warming catastrophe, we complain about the cold and snow. As if our complaining will change the course of time and produce a more pleasing outcome of warm sand beaches and sun drentched umbrella decorated cocktails….
A man in the bible named Job (biblical name Job is pronounced “Jobe”) talked about the cold descending from the north, most agree he would be talking about the post flood ice age that was brought on by atmospheric interferences of the Sun’s power to heat the earth… How silly to complain about the weather.
This week I felt like Job of the bible. Except I’m not as righteous as he. I got news, my day was changed, life changing news actually, the kind of news that makes a person sit back and re-evaluate everything, reflect on goals and re-consider choices. Then the weather hit, Easter weekend was ruined, I still had to cook up 2 large hams, all the potatoes and everything else to feed 8 at home and 12-15 at Sams Place. Now WE spend the day cooking so that the food can be stored and used in other ways. 10 pounds of taters, green bean casserole, cheesy taters and gravy, over a gallon of gravy, way over a gallon.
Like a mortar round that was perfectly on target…. Then more thuds as mortars kept coming, situations, news sickness and distress… when will it stop! My knee needs to be replaced and today the pain is a five or six…. My foot is killing me, I hope the Dr can figure out what thats about. My Fibro is flaring and the whole body hurts.
Everything bad just kept hitting me on que, not giving a minute to breath… Trouble at Sams place was next… It just kept coming! I looked out the window, I need to fix the chicken water thats frozen… I cant even see the coop because of the heavy snow fall…. the snow!
I won’t share all the news we got that day nor will I share all our struggles, at least not today… maybe in a future blog. Pushed to my limit, the day never showed mercy and attacked me!! Spoiled and relentless, the day never ended. One thing after another. The kids are not coming! Quickly change plans! I don’t get to see my grands or my boys or my DIL’s… and then it was there… I finally found it, the end of my rope.
A swift proclamation, I heard my mouth utter “GOD HAS DESERTED ME!”
Deserted me?… GOD?? What did I just say?
My mind flashed back to a man that questioned God, his name is Job.
JOB 1:13-19. Job lost everything! sons, daughters, livestock, servants… the only thing he did not loose? one employee, the man that brought the news of Job loosing EVERTHING HE HAD! (sumarized)
Job 1:20 Then Job got up, tore his robe, and shaved his head; then he fell to the ground and worshiped. 21 He said,
“Naked I came from my mother’s womb,
And naked I shall return there.
The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away.
Blessed be the name of the Lord.”
22 Despite all this, Job did not sin, nor did he blame God.
How is it possible, I blame the Lord? And just like that, I sinned.
It’s a humbling moment to see just how weak I am and how quickly I blamed God for my lack of faith… I immediately realized my failure, I turned to my wife and said I was wrong to think this and I’m sorry for being weak. In the stillness of my heart I asked the Lord for his forgiveness, and he granted it to me.
I’m glad I live in the time of grace. I’m glad that God is not unforgiving, I am glad that when I sin, God makes a way of reconciliation and forgiveness.
Praise the Lord that he has set me free and He is always my KING!
In sack cloth and ashes, C.
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