This is not the blog post I had intended to write. I wanted to start off the year with some theology from Matthew 7. God knows I'm no theologian. I started this post about a week ago with the idea that life is like a house and that sometimes in order to make a few improvements, you have to knock out walls and that sort of thing. But, after the last couple of weeks, I've had to rethink that analogy. Here is the text:
"Everyone then who hears these words of mine and does them will be like a wise man who built his house on the rock. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock." Matthew 7:24-25 (ESV)
The thought that keeps coming back to me is that, within the context of the whole Bible, God (Jesus) is not just the foundation but also the Owner of the house. The One that controls the wind and the rains also holds the keys to my life. I'm sure that isn't a new concept to some. I think I may have heard a teaching or two on this very idea. It is meant to give us comfort when the storm clouds gather.
Anyway, scripture often describes believers as temples(homes) of the Holy Spirit.
"Or do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God? You are not your own." 1 Corinthians 6:19 (ESV)
Verse 20 goes on to say that "you were bought with a price." I have to say that this passage is set within the context of sexual immorality. But I think the implication of this text is far greater than that. Jesus has bought and paid the mortgage on my life with his sacrifice.
So, if He's the owner, what does that make me?
I say all that so I can say this: If God is the foundation of my life and the keeper of my soul, I need to trust that he is not going to let the floods carry me away. But even more importantly, I have to accept the renovations that sometimes need to take place. I have to just step aside and let the Foreman do his job.
Do you ever feel like your world has been gutted out like a cheap mobile home?
I am almost ashamed to admit that fear and depression have slowly made their way into my house. I left the front door open for the flood. I'm not the only one either. The stress my husband has had to endure is now making him sick. I will be very surprised if he doesn't have an ulcer by the end of this.
Here's why.
It has been nearly 3 months since my husband has had a paycheck. The really hurtful part is that he had a job for 2 of those months. The company never paid him for one reason or another. Even worse was that we believed the lies they fed us up until my husband was fired for a mistake that anyone there could have made. Weeks and weeks of stress were piling up all the while. There was some amount of relief when he was let go. But, by that point, the damage was done.
The drama still continues to unfold.
I don't know if there is going to be a happy ending in the near future. The State of NM has finally stepped in to go after this corporate jerk. The process may take years to see results and, more importantly, the lost income.
The foundation still holds firm.
The hope I have has not left me completely. A rebuild is already in progress. I am still able to see God working even in the midst of my struggles. Recognizing the small blessings in life has helped me keep what's left of my sanity. And after all, we still have food on the table and a roof over our heads.
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