I sit in church this morning nearly broken-hearted. Being bullied judged by those that disagree should not shock me any longer, but it does.
This week a letter and an email from different directions has me frustrated and wondering again how and why.
I almost stayed home today but I know that I needed to be with the body of Christ. I trudged to church. Before long He filled me!
The class on Bethlehem and the wise men brought chills. As the church sang “You’re a good good father it’s who you are… and I’m loved by you…. the tears flowed. My hands raised in worship. I could do nothing else.
There was a baptism. I understand his family is Methodist and a relative is a pastor. They don’t agree with their sons decision but they were present to support and love their son.
That’s the way it should be.
Going back a few weeks to my weekend away, I was once again reminded that my relationship with Christ is the only thing that matters. I must hold to that truth. That is what will sustain me always.
I am also reminded that no matter how much it hurts, I can’t change what is. I can only move forward in appreciation for the gifts God has given. And of these there are plenty.
I can run to my Lord with my pain knowing that Jesus experienced more. I can trust even though I don’t understand, I know this is his will. And I will praise Him in the midst of the storm.
Yet I can rejoice! Christ can bear the pain. Praise be! He has born the pain already.
I can rest. I can have peace. I can be joyful because of the precious gift of Jesus Christ.
He is a good, good Father.
Actually, the best father.