The angels gather around. Even the one called Accuser. Consider My servant. He only loves you because you’ve blessed him. Test him. A wretched man surrounded by a life in ruins. His children, just a memory. His possessions, blown away like dust. His health, shattered. His wife, curse God and die. His friends, it’s all your fault, you know. His faith, in tact. God doesn’t bless us with kindness based on our worthiness, He blesses us because He is worthy. If blessings aren’t about us, then neither is suffering. Rely on the source.
Not for the faint-hearted. To share in His glory we must share in His suffering. This looks different in every believer’s life. Addiction, depression, divorce, death, disease, loss, abundance, poverty, wealth. The result is the same. Character. His character. Reshaping our lives to look like His. New life. Reformation. Re-formation. The stench of self made fragrant in the fracas. A noisy brawl between life and death. Sweet victory.
An inviting, comfy chair. Included in the package, a place for resting weary feet. A corner of the world in which to unwind while looking out of the sunroom’s sliding doors, masquerading as windows. Seasons change, weather plays no role here. From sunrise to sunset and back again. Ever available. This is our meeting place. A secluded spot to rendezvous with the Lover of my soul. The grace-Giver. As I sit at the table opposite of this chair, head bowed, searching for answers, the answer to all answers comes. It’s not about finding the answers, it’s about finding Him. The One Who never leaves the chair or my side.
Fear flees in the face of Jesus.
The valley of the shadow of death. But when he saw the wind, he was afraid. Fear. Held captive by fear. The shadow of death. Not actually death itself. The shadow may fall on my path, but the shadow itself is not to be feared. Can a shadow do any harm except to inspire dread? He saw the wind? How can you see the wind? The effects of the wind, sure. But the actual, physical wind? Unlike the shadow the wind is unseen, its damage, however, is painfully evident. Fear no evil for I am with you. I Am. Peter took His eyes from Jesus and fear became his focus. Teach me to be captured by courage not held a captive to fear.