This morning I had the privilege of going to Sunday service. There have been more weeks than not this past year, when I did not have the option of going since I could not leave the house. Thus, I was truly thankful for the privilege.
It was a beautiful Sunday morning here in Paradise - birds singing, sunshine, and pleasant thoughts running through my head as I drove the brief two miles from our house to the church building.
And yet once again I was confronted with the unpredictability of life's events, and reminded of how important it is to prepare ahead of time to trust through the trial. As Riding Shotgun said in her post a day or two ago, she knows how to "trust and row" (the life boat) but she struggles with how to just trust, and let God take over. Don't we all?
The pastor was wearing a sling as he approached the pulpit and I wondered if he had sprained a wrist or something. It was "or something" all right; a very big, very scary "or something."
Tomorrow his MRI results are due, and he will learn whether or not he has a life-threatening condition, and if so, will he still have two arms when he is finished with his treatments. And just last week, he had no inkling that anything was wrong with him!
One thing I appreciate about this guy (we can call him Pastor L.) is he is pretty down-to-earth. He talked about feeling like he had been "kicked in the gut" when he got the first diagnosis. And he talked about having to remind himself, "Wait a minute. Who do you belong to?"
This was no plaster saint telling us all about how he has it "handled." But he could also joke about preaching with one arm, and learning to be left-handed, if need be. He said it couldn't be too hard, as his wife has been left-handed forever and seems to do just fine.
Then he spoke with quiet conviction about what God orders, as contrasted to what God allows (for reasons we may never understand) and about the sovereignty of God. I appreciated both his courage and his candor.
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I don't know about you, but I plan to get up tomorrow morning, make some tea, read my Bible, say my prayers and get on with trusting. There seems to be lots to trust about, and much that all the rowing we can muster will not solve. Meanwhile, we serve a God who loves us even when we are full of doubt. But I think He smiles on us when we choose to trust Him through the storm.
May you find rest and peace this quiet Sunday evening. Until next time ... Marsha