I was wrong when I said we were out of the trenches. I was very wrong. If I told you everything that’s gone on in the last month and a half, you would laugh if you weren’t crying. No kidding. I will say that those stupid lice are a lot more canny than I am and I’m still not completely convinced that we’ve won the battle, but that is only the tip of the iceberg.
I think the Father is teaching me how to receive blessing in the midst of the junk that life throws at us sometimes. During the past month our family had many things on the books planned in order to be a blessing to those around us, and every single one of those things had to be cancelled or postponed b/c of what has been going on. Instead of getting to pour into the lives of others, we have been poured into. Meals, treats, prayers, funds . . . it has been really amazing to watch the Lord dip into his storehouse and pour provision out on us. I am grateful and I am blessed by the people around me, and I’m happy to say that we are not without loved ones here in Texas. We are not alone.
As the latest butt-kicker popped up today, I chanted over and over “I’m only receiving blessing, I’m only receiving blessing.” It’s not easy to believe all the time, I have sat down and cried like a baby more than a few times in the past few weeks, but I know that my first and maybe even second world problems are in the Father’s hands and that he’s taking care of them. He has provided time and time again, and I’m not going down without a fight.
Even though my battle has presented largely against flesh and blood lately, I know that there are bigger things going on behind the veil, and that the Father has good things in store for me.
I hope this encourages you wherever you are today . . . It is sometimes hard as hell to believe that God is still for you, but He is. I promise. Cross my heart . . .