If I’m waiting until I fully understand what, why, where, and how before I make a decision, I will drive myself crazy with endless “what-ifs” and never translate a single conceptual idea into a concrete reality.
Our family has been praying about and wrestling with a big decision for the past year and a half. Our prayers almost always focus on clarity. We want to know for sure what we should do, which way we should go. Yet, after nearly 18 months of praying, it seems the waters are more muddied than ever before.
Whatever your level of family dysfunction is, we can all find hope in this story of family redemption.
Fear is trusting that our knowledge of the past is better than God’s knowledge of the future.
They knew who God is. They knew what He had done for them. Yet, they said, “We’re going to fear this one thing that we don’t know: the unknown.”
My kids aren’t worried. They don’t have bills to pay. They don’t have a job to lose. They don’t pay the mortgage. I take care of those things. For the most part, they don’t even think about such things. But I do.
The Bible and orthodox Christian doctrine emphasize a physical bodily resurrection – that Jesus wasn’t a disembodied spirit hovering around – but that he had a transformed material body that could be touched and clung to. Why does this matter?
Imagine yourself at the end of this pandemic. What do you want to know? How do you want to grow? What memories will you have created? What bad habits will you have broken? What good habits will you have started? What will be different as result? How will you have changed?
The story of Joseph (coupled with the entire witness of Scripture) gives us a greater perspective on dealing with the disappointment, pain, and anger of broken dreams.
What do we do when the dream that was birthed in our heart, nurtured in our mind, and developed through depth of sacrifice that few will ever know, lies shattered beyond repair?