“The Lord had said to Abram, “Go from your country, your people and your father’s household to the land I will show you. “I will make you into a great nation, and I will bless you; I will make your name great, and you will be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you I will curse; and all peoples on earth will be blessed through you.” (Genesis 12:1-3)
or
because of these surpassingly great revelations. Therefore, in order
to keep me from becoming conceited, I was given a thorn in my
flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me. (II Corinthians 12:7)
In
2015, when I decided to quit my job and start traveling with my father, this
was the passage that spoke to me. I was leaving my home and going where I didn’t
know. As I’m preparing (mentally mostly) to return to the north, it’s not
surprising that I consider the past six months. About this time a year ago, I
had finished fixing my fence and was putting in a nice garden bed along my
trailer. I felt as if I had done something to improve my place here.
This
year, I’ve worked on my gardens, but I have not done as anything exciting about
making my place better. What’s worse, I’ve been sick twice, and one of the
times is now and I’ve head some other medical issues, like a bruised knee. I’ve
failed in any number of ways, and given an option, my mind will focus on those
failures.
But
what God has given me over the past several days – in addition to the thorns in the flesh I mentioned is a huge
dose of validation. I have seen at least bits and pieces of “… I will bless you…you
will be a blessing.” I suppose it might be sort of like when a parent or
grandparent gets a glimpse of the good person a child or grandchild can become shining
out from a long line of uninspiring behavior. A song comes to mind from Sound
of Music that is scripturally off-base, but gives the sense of wonder I’m
talking about: “Something Good.”
All
of my doing, pushing, struggling, and slogging hasn’t been in vain. And my response
is that I want more of it – I want the blessing of being more of a blessing.
Somehow, it may be possible to build on the work I have done to do more. I
haven’t wasted the last eight years.
And
here’s the plug for a journal – I’m writing this down – I’m sharing it on Facebook.
I’m probably being obnoxious about it all, because tomorrow or the next day,
when things are busy but not so nice, and I have screwed up again, and someone
has crawled up one side of me and down the other or trodden me into the dirt, I
want to have evidence that now existed, so that I an hope that even better
can come.
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