There have been a couple of places this week where I just quietly said to God, “I don’t want to be here right now.” And He answered, “Well, this is where you are, make the best of it.”
My heavenly Father was forcing me to find the grace in those places. They were there you know…because He was there.
I thought of Jesus–kneeling, laying, praying–in the garden. I’m pretty sure if a situation makes you sweat blood…you do not want to be there. But He was. And so He made the best of it. He spoke intimately to God the Father. And so I did the same, while the toddler interrupted and the baby needed and my selfishness demanded. But God’s my Father and a Father knows how His girl talks to Him…through, around and in-spite of interruption. And then He did the unthinkable…He came down on the altar and made Himself physically consumable.
And we ate. Each one of us, dealing with our own stuff; we waited our turn to partake of the physically consumable Jesus…
Now I am in no way comparing myself to Jesus. I am showing myself–because most of these words that dance out of my fingers, through the keyboard and onto the computer screen are for me. I am putting my thoughts to letters so I can see them objectively–I am showing myself that my distaste for a particular place, situation and circumstances are not the Garden of Gethsemane. They may be the field of discontent or the pasture of inconvenience, but they are not the Garden and I’m not sweating blood.
I’m irritated, aggravated, sad and disappointed. I’m confused and emotionally bruised and spiritually battered. But I have the example of Someone not wanting to be where they were (even if only long enough to ask for the cup to pass Him by) and making the best of it…for me.
So I make the best of it…for Him.
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