This has been a difficult week. God is showing me through a couple of good friends (perhaps without their knowing it) that I need to show more raw emotion to prove to others that I'm "human" and go through my fair share of difficult times. The last thing I want to do is come off as being better than anyone. I don't think that way in the least - quite the oposite, actually - but, I guess maybe after getting through my history of rebellion and
major pain and suffering, in comparison, my life now is
so much better than it was that in perspective, I don't have reason to complain. But it doesn't mean that I don't have trials and struggles.
Sunday came and brought with it the reality of the busyness of the month of February. We had a non-stop day, so by 9:00pm, I was spent. The stupid game wasn't over yet, though it felt it had been going on for days. Dan, feeling the loyalty to my brother and sister-in-law who live in IL, was sorely dissappointed in the Bears' performance. ("They don't get paid millions of dollars to
drop the ball!!!") Eli was on some sort of high with all the people and other kids around that eventually I had to scrape him off the ceiling, shove a bottle in his mouth and take him up to bed. He promptly fell asleep to my great relief. I felt depression and utter exhaustion come over me like a heavy blanket. I noticed myself shutting down and the desire to retreat to a quiet dark place was overwhelming. I fought against that desire and forced myself to face my friends as most everyone else had left by that time. I bared my soul to my friend who, I found out later, was more than relieved to see me in such a state of weakness. (Sounds horrible, doesn't it? Slightly humorous in my mind.) She showed such compassion and care.
The next few days brought on the same type of feelings of depression without any apparent reason. Nothing was different about our routine. Dan taught on Wednesday and the message from God was an encouraging one. It was on Judges 7. Three points hit me in a beautiful hard way:
1) God often whittles us down to show more of His grace and victorious strength - "...lest Israel boast over Me saying, 'My own hand hath saved me.' " (vs 2)
2) God offers encouragement when we are "afraid." (vs 10-15)
3) God always brings victory in His plan. (vs 19-25)
Dan and I have both felt the weight of being a target as we make our transition into ministry. Oh yeah, I haven't made a formal announcement yet. Here it is. Imagine Joshua's horn sounding in the distance as I announce...
DAN HAS BEEN OFFERED A FULL-TIME JOB AT OUR CHURCH AS YOUTH DIRECTOR. He will also be involved in other ministries, but his main responsibility will be the senior high youth group. He has accepted and it has been announced both to his current employer and to the church staff. We are
very excited about this opportunity.
As our senior pastor's wife put it, it's like we have a neon target on our backs. Every Christian is a target for the evil one, but suddenly, when we get into ministry, our target turns a neon color. We need to arm ourselves in prayer and with His word.
I've been feeling much better the past two days by the grace of God. But it isn't over. Emotions are fleeting. Reality is reality. And the reality that we are a target is real.