The past few years have not been easy for me. I moved back to Madison to be closer to my parents and, if I’m being honest, to get away from a relationship that I didn’t feel was going to ever be healthy or functional. It just was not right. Fussing, fighting, together, not together. It was a vicious cycle.
Back to the main point. The past few years have been difficult. I couldn’t find a job that was beneficial for myself and Mini-Me. I decided to REALLY go back to school and stop just talking about it. When it comes to school, I have to work harder than some in order to retain the information I am supposed to be learning. I spend a lot of time doing school work, so that, too, cut back the time I would be able to work to an even smaller timeframe. Luckily, through volunteering actively with the youth group, I was offered a summer internship at the church we were attending. It was such a blessing. Then, someone in my Sunday school class asked me if I would keep their new baby from around 8-12 on weekdays while she taught at the preschool. I would be able to have an income, go to school, AND still be able to spend time with my kid. In late July/early August, we moved to a new house after a summer of fearing and worrying that we were going to be homeless after my landlords decided to sell their property. (Long story for another day.)
Life has just been a whirlwind lately. Very many downs and a fair number of ups. I would never have been able to get through it if not for having some amazing friends and having truly awesome parents helping me the entire way. At some point in our life, we are the one being helped to our feet. Other times we are the ones doing the lifting. C’est la vie. It’s life. It’s our calling as humans, but more importantly it is our calling as Christians. We are supposed to love others and lift them up when they need help.
“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. For those God foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the likeness of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brothers. And those he predestined, he also called; those he called, he also justified, those he justified, he also glorified.
What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all– how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things? Who will bring any charge against those whom God has chosen? It is God who justifies. Who is he that condemns? Christ Jesus, who died– more than that, who was raised to life– is at the right hand of God and is also interceding for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? As it is written:
No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”
I believe that our soul is what God promises these things to, not our human bodies. Our bodies are just the means which we use to act out God’s calling. We fear for our safety and the safety of our children.. but what do we really have to fear if the end-game for us is to be in heaven with Christ? Fear is a very hard thing to overcome. I didn’t sleep very well after hearing of the attacks in Paris because I know it is only a matter of time before there is another attack closer to home. Last week, I found a book by Charles Swindoll. You may remember me mentioning another of his books in this blog post. (I apologize for the crazy font colors. When I updated my settings, some things refused to be changed, so you may need to “highlight” to see parts of it. Bleh) It’s titled Hope Again: When Life Hurts and Dreams Fade. I haven’t had the chance to get very far into it, but a prayer on page 22 really speaks to me about these situations.