- May 28, 2018
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God is good. When I have been very afraid or stressed, I would repeat those words to myself. I know that whatever appears to be chaotic, traumatic or even life threatening God is in control. It is the basic assumption of faith, that God is with me. And He will guide me through the valley, all the days of my life.
I can trust in the goodness of God
Sometimes I think this culture worships love. Love, in the common usage is so overused as to be meaningless. I would not like to see love become god. "Get the big prize "love" if you come to Jesus. Step right up folks" Love becomes the entire message.
What you said about realizing God is in control; this is one of the reasons I love the thinking I refer to as Reformed or Calvinistic, that God is doing all this for himself. When I was a little kid, living in the tropics with no ceiling but a tin roof, and we would get a deafening torrential downpour with lightning and thunder so close it was terrifying, and I was alone in the house, one time it occurred to me that not only did God have control of it, but that God was himself CAUSING it. And enjoying himself! I realized that if he was to hit me with lightning he was welcome and had a good reason to do so.
Another similar, though very different, thing happened when I was grown and married, and my young son was on a carpeted floor, building a tall stack of blocks, very unstable. He was sitting back on his heels, so because I knew how ridiculous it felt to have it happen, I touched him on his forehead which was just enough to lose his balance backwards, and his feet stuck out and knocked his stack of blocks down. He didn't get mad, because it was SO ridiculous feeling, but also, because I was his daddy, that had done it, so he could experience the humor of the situation. Some days later, I had put way too much effort into a job where things just kept going wrong, and was in a situation where once I began a repair it HAD to be completed. Couldn't wait another day. And the more I did, the worse things got. At one point, I lost an integral part to the hog house heater, down in the "6-inch deep residue of hog" (thank you, Dave Barry (I think —maybe it was Patrick McManus)) and thought I'd go back the 4 miles to my shop and fabricate another, but the truck tire was flat, and the jack was missing, etc etc etc, and I was starting to get a little upset, when I remembered the situation with my son, and thought, "I might as well laugh —this stack of blocks I'm trying to put together doesn't matter so much. And the ridiculous irony of all these things happening tonight is funny!"
Anyhow, like you said, God is with me, and in control.
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