TLP Living: July 23, 2018

There are times in this life…

… when things don’t go exactly as planned.

I’ve been on an unscheduled hiatus from blogging for the past few days; sorry about that. It was one of those really irritating periods when I would try to write something only to discover that I simply couldn’t concentrate on… anything.

That happens sometimes.

The docs told me awhile back that it is caused by the fact that I was hit in the head a couple times more than strictly necessary when I was young. Apparently, that catches up with you when you get older.

Oh, no… that wasn’t always caused by my big mouth, most of it had to do with sports.

I was never diagnosed with a concussion− nope, not even once. But then, you wouldn’t want that; someone else would get your playing time. You fake it.

Yeah Coach, I’m okay, no problem.

How many fingers am I holding up?

Two?

Close enough. Get back in there.

Whew, that was a close one!

I hear they do it differently now, but I’m a bit skeptical. I’m guessing the guys still fake it, and their teammates still cover for them and that unless they are unsteady on their feet, they still get away with it, but of course, I could be wrong about that. I hope I am, anyway.

Saturday afternoon my wife asked me what the sermon would be on so she could get a kids’ lesson ready; she usually uses the same texts for the kids as I do for the adults, you see.

“It’s the next passage after last week”, was my answer: I had no idea what that was.

I wasn’t sure what it was when I went up to give it, either. I tapped the Bible on my kindle, it opened up where I left off last week and then I did the Sermon. I have no clue what I said, even though I am pretty sure I am fine today, but I was told that it was “amazing” and “really good”.

I suppose you are wondering why I am telling you all of this…

It’s really simple actually, for you see, God always has our back, He is always with us. Even when we aren’t functioning at our best, He is there.

I trust Him, and you can too.

This is the first day of a new work week, and we can’t yet say how the week will turn out. Yet there is one thing I am sure of, just as sure as I am that the sun will rise in the east. That is that God is with us and if we will do our best to serve His purpose, He will have our backs. He will see us through the trials and tribulations that come our way, He will sustain us when we are weak, and He will give us the strength to get though the day and the week, and this life if we will trust Him.

I can’t speak for anyone else, but as for me, I think that is a really good thing.

About Don Merritt

A long time teacher and writer, Don hopes to share his varied life's experiences in a different way with a Christian perspective.
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10 Responses to TLP Living: July 23, 2018

  1. Indeed! He promised that He will never leave us.

  2. photojaq says:

    “God always has our back.” What a promise. What a relief. What a joy. What a reason for gratitude.

  3. DWMartens says:

    “…I think that is a really good thing.” What is the opposite of hyperbole? Maybe hypobole? If it was, I would say that saying it was a really good thing would be gross hypobole! 😎 🙂 (“Understatement” is actually the correct antonym.)

  4. Thank you for sharing so openly with us, Don. I am experiencing a difficult time at the moment and could not find the words to describe my anguish to God in my journal. So I drew a sketch of a pile of double-ended arrows (with points at both ends) and with barbs up every shaft, lying every which-way across the page. In my mind (not a vision, just my imagination) I gave them to Jesus and saw Him take them with His bare hands, hands that had already been pierced by nails so long ago. With His fingers, He brushed off the barbs and the arrow-heads and then enclosed the shafts between His closed palms. He seemed to be moulding them, as we would a lump of clay. Then He gave the shafts back to me. Again, in my imagination, I reached out and took what He had made. As He had worked, the ugly shafts had become pliable twigs and He had woven them into a tree, the branches inter-twined to form the shape of His cross. But it was not a dead piece of wood. This was a growing cross with roots, planted deep in the Saviour’s love and sprouting fresh green leaves. Tears filled my eyes as I held His gift – the promise of life, and guidance and hope. This was not something I had been thinking about at all. But I understood that from my anguish He had made
    and will make something beautiful. Truly we serve a loving God who has our backs.

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