Disclaimer: This will be a blog about faith. If you are not religious, understand that in no way am I attempting to be offensive. Nor am I casually writing about faith because it is a “hot button issue.” It is never my intention to offend or to upset someone. I appreciate all of my readers and hopefully I will write something tomorrow that we can all enjoy. I love you guys bunches. Without further ado, lets get started.
As I sit here in my living room with my head feeling like it is stuck in a vise and tinnitus singing in my ears, I feel at peace. Yesterday, was a bittersweet day. Church was off the chain. It felt like the place was about to erupt. One of my favorite ministers preached (they are all my favorites) and my heart felt calm. The bittersweet portion was burying a good man by all accounts and witnessing the pain of his family. Sorrow is a chalice full of heartache. This period of grief will pass, but it will pass slowly.
However, when there is stress, pain, heartache and sorrow, there is a friend that sticks closer than a brother. According to Psalms, “the name of the Lord is a strong tower and the righteous runneth into it and are safe.” When it seems that life has beat the last breath out of us, we can call on the name of Jesus and He will protect us. One of the authors of Psalms also wrote that, “the Lord is an ever present help in times of trouble.” Again in the book of Psalms it is written that, “I will look unto the hills from whence cometh my help.” If it feels like life has got you cornered, bloodied and on the ropes, lift up your eyes.
Regardless of how bad things may get, through our Savior Jesus Christ, we have peace. In no way, shape, fashion or form does that mean that we are exempt from trials and tribulations. It means that when we give it to God, we understand that the situation will be taken care of. That knowledge brings us peace.
I don’t like to use other people’s experiences, therefore, I will use my own. When I was in Iraq, I was tasked to go fight in Fallujah. After this battle, I came back to my barracks. Heartbroken, I threw myself on my bunk with hot tears of rage running down my face. Anger choked off the words that I wanted to shout, but God heard my heart. Unable to speak, I felt the sweetest presence in my room. In one of the darkest times of my life, God was present to bring me peace. When I had walked away from Him, He stood by me. I spent 27.5 months in Iraq. I came home physically sound. Emotionally and mentally, you could probably make a case for me not being completely whole but physically I am good to go.
Life doesn’t always go as planned. We may face many struggles, and sometimes it may seem that our whole world has been flipped upside down. It is not time to despair. It is time to let go of the situation and realize that He has a plan for our lives. Somewhere in the New Testament it states to, “cast our cares upon Him, for he cares for you.” There is no problem that God can’t solve. In the old country church that I was raised in we had a saying, it went something like this: Let go and let God. I know, English majors around the world are having heart attacks at this moment. The saying is countrified but it is very true. If we get out of the way, then God is able to move. We must be willing to let Him work it out in His time.
Well, I am going to stop preaching now. I hope you guys have a wonderful evening/morning/afternoon (whichever applies). Take care of yourselves.