... Last year has been a tough year.
I had some real self-pity goin' on when I said, "I know you are God and all, but...
I don't like you right now."
This morning in church I was thinking about the cross and His gift to me, and I couldn't believe I had so recently said that. However, I continued:
Forgive me, Jesus.
I am so weary.
I am so hungry.
I know my walk with you is my responsibility... but it's a the Mojave out here!
Not to mention how hard life has turned out to be...
[Remember the good ol' days?]
We had time.
I knew Your presence.
All was right.
Please return Your hand of blessing on our family.
As if His hand had ever left us.
I am such an Israelite.
Complain. Whine. Create for myself.
He reminded me of a passage I had just read on Friday. In passing, I read a portion of Scripture (Luke 17- See what the Lord can recall to you if you just take it in??)
“Suppose one of you has a servant plowing or looking after the sheep.
Will he say to the servant when he comes in from the field,
‘Come along now and sit down to eat’?
Won’t he rather say, ‘Prepare my supper, get yourself ready and wait on me while I eat and drink;
after that you may eat and drink’?
Will he thank the servant because he did what he was told to do?
So you also, when you have done everything you were told to do, should say,
‘We are unworthy servants; we have only done our duty.’”
God is a great giver -- it is not our right to receive.
Will I only offer praises to him in the times of abundance and apparent blessing?