Have you ever noticed that the thing you observe in others, that makes you shake your head, is the very thing You do??
Just take a minute, I’ll wait.
Ok, this is my confession (no chicks on the side🎼).
I’ve often read the Bible and shook my head at the Israelites. They were God’s chosen people (uh huh), they were blessed coming and going (ahhh), no weapon formed against them prospered (yas!). Please excuse me, my church upbringing just reared up. But despite all the second (3rd, 4th, etc) chances, they were still ungrateful. Y’all remember when they cried hungry and got manna from heaven? (Exodus 16) They ate and then complained that it wasn’t what they wanted, they meant meat. They complained about that too, never satisfied.
We read this and break into song about “How Great is our God”, but forget, we act just like them sometimes….
And here is the insertion of myself.
If you know me or st least know of me, you know these last ten years are full of stories about God’s grace, mercy, sustaining power and endurance. If you’ve seen me in the hospital, perhaps you left in awe and reaffirmed of God’s love….And that’s all good and dandy for you.
Here’s my take: I often feel like a disappointed kid at Christmas. I asked for a bike but I got school clothes for the next semester because I’ve grown a bit.
I’ll be honest, I’ve asked God to come on and take me home. I’m tired of being sick and in pain all the time and tired of trying to figure who’s safe enough to reveal how I’m really feeling. So, yes, I might have pitched a fit when my eyes keep opening on this side of glory.
But…those new mercies every morning?
I get those too. I get a glimpse of how I was feeling or how I acted yesterday when I feel new strength to handle it today. I get the chance to repent for my ungrateful attitude and to ask for His Will for my life today. Still being honest here, some stretches of time are longer or shorter than others, but all give me a time to remember the goodness of God and remember He knows His plans for me, even when I don’t.
So I go into this Easter Sunday repenting for my ungrateful and bitter heart. I go apologizing for feeling as if I know what’s best for me and ultimately not trusting Him.
Most importantly, I celebrate Easter with a grateful heart, because without Calvary, I wouldn’t be able to do any of this
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