Stuck?!
This has been one of the roughest days I've ever had as a believer, and here's why:
God moves in my life very providentially. I know this. So does the evil one.
And I'm having a bit of a hard time understanding why things seem to be facing delay after delay after delay. Case in point: I bought some furniture a couple of weeks ago. It was supposed to be at the store today. But at the store today, they only had one piece delivered from the warehouse and there isn't a way for them to let me just have the one piece without re-ringing my order in their system, which would put me at the bottom of the list for that missing piece instead of next in line.
The lawn furniture will have to keep working for now.
I'm counting on God for a big something that I thought for sure a month ago would happen two weeks ago. It didn't happen. In fact, the opposite happened, but God is good and there's a door open where I thought I shut, nailed, and welded it shut. I'm only human, and in that, I can only react sometimes to what I'm given to react to.
So today, out of the blue, after a horrible morning and a bad night's sleep, Facebook decided to mess with me and tell me I need to start dating, but in this fashion:
"If you're looking for a sign, this is it!" from our friends at e-harmony. It was one of four or five ads for dating I saw this morning. When I didn't bite, one "Christian" dating site ad popped up. By lunch my head was spinning out of control. That's not a good place to be to try and make good choices in life, but fortunately, I have enough self-discipline to focus on my job and let those matters go until an opportune time.
At lunch, I decided I neded to clear my head and walked to the Starbucks on base and ordered a triple mocha frappuccino. I was almost back to the hangar when I noticed that the barista had left me a little note on the bottom of the cup. There's a picture of it on my page because I couldn't tell if she was flirting or friendly. She was older than your twenty-something hipster barista, so it made me wonder.
Popular opinion is split between friendly, flirting, and one suggestion that she's a guy.
It bugged me all day, but fortunately I have a friend at work who is a real friend and not just a coworker and he's a believer, so he kind of talked me into where I needed to be.
Which is trusting God.
I don't have neough answers either way to know what's going on in my life, but I know where I thought it was going. I have a pretty good idea that's in play, because as the mayhem continued, I opted for a trip to the store and the car I parked in front of was, from all places, Oregon, and had this to say to me on the plat
RATDOG
It was just under five years ago that I lost Cindy's ratdog, Bubba, and I have a story about that from my camping tripI can't share online. I asked and I think God maybe answered.
I think.
But I don't know.
The crazy drunk guy at Walmart in a Chargers hat didn't help matters much later this evening, either.
So, what do you do when you don't know?
I stopped.
I can't move one way or the other, because right now, I don't know what's the enemy and what's God's Providence. I asked. I'm leaning hard toward the RATDOG thing being a providence, but that might be because it's what I want it to be.
So I stopped.
And then I made apricot jam. We have so many stinking apricots. I would run out of jars before I run out of apricots.
I cleaned my toilets after going to buy toilet bowl cleaner.
I honestly don't know what's happening in my life right now, so I have to stop. I have to wait, and I ned to tremble and trust God. I don't have enough information to make an intelligent choice of which way I should go, so I need to wait for more info.
Or for God to do something, which I've begged for!
I have my armor on. I have God's word, and I'm fleeing from a past that wants me to turn to someone to dull the pain. Gotta be honest, that's a real thing these days.
So I'm stopped. But not stuck. I don't want to get here again, so I'm waiting for a minute to see what my Jesus is up to. He leads, I follow. It's in His word, and it's a promise I'm clinging to like a boat to an anchor in a storm.
Prayers please.
God moves in my life very providentially. I know this. So does the evil one.
And I'm having a bit of a hard time understanding why things seem to be facing delay after delay after delay. Case in point: I bought some furniture a couple of weeks ago. It was supposed to be at the store today. But at the store today, they only had one piece delivered from the warehouse and there isn't a way for them to let me just have the one piece without re-ringing my order in their system, which would put me at the bottom of the list for that missing piece instead of next in line.
The lawn furniture will have to keep working for now.
I'm counting on God for a big something that I thought for sure a month ago would happen two weeks ago. It didn't happen. In fact, the opposite happened, but God is good and there's a door open where I thought I shut, nailed, and welded it shut. I'm only human, and in that, I can only react sometimes to what I'm given to react to.
So today, out of the blue, after a horrible morning and a bad night's sleep, Facebook decided to mess with me and tell me I need to start dating, but in this fashion:
"If you're looking for a sign, this is it!" from our friends at e-harmony. It was one of four or five ads for dating I saw this morning. When I didn't bite, one "Christian" dating site ad popped up. By lunch my head was spinning out of control. That's not a good place to be to try and make good choices in life, but fortunately, I have enough self-discipline to focus on my job and let those matters go until an opportune time.
At lunch, I decided I neded to clear my head and walked to the Starbucks on base and ordered a triple mocha frappuccino. I was almost back to the hangar when I noticed that the barista had left me a little note on the bottom of the cup. There's a picture of it on my page because I couldn't tell if she was flirting or friendly. She was older than your twenty-something hipster barista, so it made me wonder.
Popular opinion is split between friendly, flirting, and one suggestion that she's a guy.
It bugged me all day, but fortunately I have a friend at work who is a real friend and not just a coworker and he's a believer, so he kind of talked me into where I needed to be.
Which is trusting God.
I don't have neough answers either way to know what's going on in my life, but I know where I thought it was going. I have a pretty good idea that's in play, because as the mayhem continued, I opted for a trip to the store and the car I parked in front of was, from all places, Oregon, and had this to say to me on the plat
RATDOG
It was just under five years ago that I lost Cindy's ratdog, Bubba, and I have a story about that from my camping tripI can't share online. I asked and I think God maybe answered.
I think.
But I don't know.
The crazy drunk guy at Walmart in a Chargers hat didn't help matters much later this evening, either.
So, what do you do when you don't know?
I stopped.
I can't move one way or the other, because right now, I don't know what's the enemy and what's God's Providence. I asked. I'm leaning hard toward the RATDOG thing being a providence, but that might be because it's what I want it to be.
So I stopped.
And then I made apricot jam. We have so many stinking apricots. I would run out of jars before I run out of apricots.
I cleaned my toilets after going to buy toilet bowl cleaner.
I honestly don't know what's happening in my life right now, so I have to stop. I have to wait, and I ned to tremble and trust God. I don't have enough information to make an intelligent choice of which way I should go, so I need to wait for more info.
Or for God to do something, which I've begged for!
I have my armor on. I have God's word, and I'm fleeing from a past that wants me to turn to someone to dull the pain. Gotta be honest, that's a real thing these days.
So I'm stopped. But not stuck. I don't want to get here again, so I'm waiting for a minute to see what my Jesus is up to. He leads, I follow. It's in His word, and it's a promise I'm clinging to like a boat to an anchor in a storm.
Prayers please.
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