What is up with the folks who say God doesn’t give you more than you can handle? I mean, even Moses couldn’t handle His mission without losing it, and as a matter of fact? David deemed himself unworthy for his tasks as well. Who handles a cancer diagnoses, the death of a child, or even the loss of a career?
Hey, you have the wrong person!!!
We cry out to God, then have the unmitigated gall to suppose that He doesn’t know what He’s doing. That being said, the world is full of beautiful and very horrible things: the only way, truth and life is literally the only way.
I will be writing about my testimony in an upcoming blog, but for now I want to talk about what we do when our world, as we knew it, comes crushing to a bitter end. How do we pick up the pieces? How do we not put a bullet through our skulls, or have the faith that our persecution has a distinct beginning and end?
God will not ask you to suffer indefinitely.
We need to know that there is always a purpose for trials, persecution. When I think of how my life has been completely transformed (no, not saying I’m a saint) after a lifetime of abuse, despair and hopelessness? My gratitude for the peace He has given me knows no bounds. I mean, I went my entire life without a diagnoses of autism, which looking back? I still catch my breath when I realize that not one single adult, teacher, doctor or family member caught this? I grieve for the child and young adult who struggled so badly she turned to drug and drink. Like my brother says, mom and dad were in the midst of their own struggles, their personal demons. But how, you ask, how in tarnation can a child grow to become a woman and then some without the skills necessary for a healthy and productive life?
The answer will always be Jesus, no matter the question.
As we drove to church this morning, I thought of my first day of kindergarten. My golden retriever, Chipper, was so distraught that after she and mom dropped me off? She ran back to the school and jumped through the screen window- this happened twice, and after that she was no longer allowed to accompany us.
To my surprise, a tear dropped down my cheek to my chin, from my chin to my poncho. I believe that Chipper knew full well that her human had some disabilities. I also believe God sent her for that very reason, to love and nourish and protect. She was the love of my life, and it is no surprise that her little brother lay at my feet, Jesse Bocephus Happy Hoffmananoff. His love and devotion to me is not unlike his predecessors, but Jesse is special in a way that defies explanation; and he has been loyal and true and beloved, during the hardest six years of my life.
I marvel at what my beloved Jesus has brought me through-yet I know that this newest storm will not be the last. As followers of Christ we will know the pain and isolation Jesus knew at the foot of the cross.
There is a beginning and an end, the pain does not endureth forever. If we pick up our cross with the foreknowledge that we have the Holy Spirit in the stead of Jesus, and what the power behind that truly is?
We can do all things through Christ, who strengthens us.
After church I did some researching and finally reached out to a complete stranger on Twitter-I know I was led to him, because he gave me answers to questions that have plagued me for the last few years.
John F. Kennedy, Jr. is dead.
Dwain finds me in the kitchen, regrieving Junior’s death, and beating myself up for my lack of discernment when Jesus whispers-you had hope, there is nothing wrong with hope.
The stranger tells me I should take a break, leave the truther community for a bit. I am pondering this when my husband runs into the house.
You are NOT going to believe this!!!!
It is 42 degrees here in Pennsylvania. My husband had given me a set of dragonfly and lights, of the solar variety. I keep it outside during the day to charge, then bring it inside for the light show at night-red, blue, violet, yellow, red, blue…so surreal.
“Look honey,” my husband says. “I was getting your light out of the garden and look what flew out of the ground!”
With that said he released the most beautiful red dragonfly.
This is how it has been for years-His presence made visible through the eyes of a child.