On Sunday, I went to church with my younger brother Brett. The pastor talked about Joseph (the technicolor dream coat owner) and how life led him to places that some would say were unpleasant... For example: the bottom of a pit, slavery and egyptian jail. The whole point of the sermon was that God was in the center of it all. Joesph was faithful. On some level he knew that God had a plan in the midst of the things he couldn't comprehend.
It was just what I needed to hear. Most days, I have left work and I am unsure of why God has me where He does. Work has been less than ideal as of late and I find myself frustrated most days. I realize that in the grand scheme of what is going on in the world right now this frustration is petty. However, it was really good to be reminded that God is in the middle. His hand is guiding my days and weeks. I do not see the whole picture but I am leaning to be content and faithful. God has a reason, and for now that is enough. I hope that wherever God has you, you find that His hand is with you too.
On a MUCH less serious note, Brett has recently decided he is Presbyterian. We took communion at his church this Sunday and it was actual wine in the tiny plastic cup thingies. When I drank that "devil's drink" right there in front of my parents and God and everyone, my former little baptist girl self felt quite rebellious. It was ridiculous. I have since dealt with some minor guilt for my irreverent-ness. But boy was my mom's face funny when she threw back what she though was going to be grape juice. Classic.
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