Life sucks sometimes and it’s just the reality of a broken world. Our bodies don’t work perfectly. We have sickness, and broken bones, and imperfect fertility.
If we attach God’s blessing to our fertility and our families it would mean I am more favored by God than the woman next to me who can’t have children. And we know God’s love doesn’t work that way.
Today all we heard about was how because of the (big, bad, scary) world we live in, we’re all just falling deeper and deeper and deeper and deeper into sin.
To say God only has good in the future is a lie about who He is. We have a God who is all love and that kind of God won’t let you suffer today without redeeming it in some way. The question is if you will notice it and be grateful for it.
Sometimes God feels really far away. Like on those days when it feels like the world is falling apart and everything is a mess and oh it’s also a Sunday so you’re “supposed” to drag your butt to church but that is literally the last thing you want to do. Yeah, I get it.
I think my biggest mistake in my spirituality has been to think my holiness is up to me. This fault especially comes out around big liturgical times like Advent when I think the readiness of my heart depends on how many “things” I do, and how many devotions I can check off the list (and post on instagram), and having the right candles and journals and prayers.
Elijah encountered God in the tiny, whispering wind… but that’s not the only way we can encounter God. He is present in so many more ways, including in our neighbor.
We could find plenty of reasons to each sit in our own corners of pity and sorrow. And yet…. We have within us an indescribable joy.
This weekend has slipped by much too quickly. Dan and I both had a lot of work to do, and errands to run. It’s funny how we can be “around” each other all weekend and still I feel like I haven’t really “seen” him, or spent time with him.