So yes it’s been a few months since I have been active on the blog, and I promise that each entry will not be themed by a month, but that’s how these first two start.
Normally I love November. I love the chance to stop and reflect and be thankful for the many many blessings I have and use the time to try and bless those around me. And that still happened this month, but I feel like November left me bruised and beaten up, and I’m quite ready to say good bye.
And it wasn’t just one thing. The loss, the disappointment, the hurt, the missed expectations, the feelings of failure, the questioning, the stress, the sickness, the exhaustion all piled on in a huge way this past month. And I know we all go through rough times but man, this has been one heck of a 30 days.
One of my favorite passages comes from the first chapter of James-
2 Consider it pure joy, my brothers and whenever you face trials of many kinds, 3 because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. 4 Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. 5 If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you. 6 But when you ask, you must believe and not doubt, because the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind. 7 That person should not expect to receive anything from the Lord. 8 Such a person is double-minded and unstable in all they do.
It is such a good reminder and help during tough times and something that I cling too, but sometimes, especially after a time like this past month I want to talk to James. I want to let him know that I’m a little done with considering things pure joy and I think I’ve developed enough perseverance for the time being thank you very much. But then I remember that the God I serve is bigger then all the hurt and pain and sorrow that I endure, and it’s minimal compared to his suffering in my place on the cross. He has promised that He will one day wipe away every tear and so to that I cling no matter what comes my way. (But I’m still hoping for a little better December)
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