How God Handed Me My @SS on a Silver Platter
These past couple of weeks I’ve been a total pain in God’s rear-end. (I know that does not surprise some of you – including God.)
Then I had to deal with fatalities at work. They did not set well with me but also did not knock me off my rear-end either. I did ask God to bless all involved with comfort and healing.
Then an overflowing toilet did make me chuckle and provided much needed laughter in my life.
However, I continued to be irritable and grumpy with God about all the things that are going wrong in my life. Why does He not bless me like he does other people? Why must I suffer? Everyone else has enough to meet their basic needs, so why am I not able to be so blessed?
How He Did It
It was the last 10 – 15 minutes at work on Friday that He decided to hand me my @ss on a silver platter. I had to end my week with another fatality – a child. A child who will be buried and not know the joys and pleasures of this life. There is a family experiencing pain and anguish I have never and will never know.
After bolting out the office door into some fresh, warm air, I told God
“Forgive me for being such a pain in the butt and grumbling. Comfort the grieving family.”
“I realize that I am blessed with what I have and life could be worse.”
God used that fatality to reinforce just how good my life is, despite areas falling apart – and my help IS coming from above. It will happen according to God’s time frame and not mine. When it does, I will soar on eagles wings.
Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.
29 He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
30 Even youths grow tired and weary,
and young men stumble and fall;
31 but those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
On my way to breakfast this morning, I passed the local event center where a couple will be getting married this weekend. The words “Best Wishes Peggy Sue and Billy Bob*” were on the sign. One of the names is the same name as the child whose fatality I dealt with on Friday.
It gave me the chills.
(*Names changed for privacy reasons)