Some things in life I just don’t get.
I don’t get the entire weather system and global warming.
I feel it. I know it exists. I wish I could walk around with a portable fan it’s so hot these days.
But I just don’t get it.
I don’t get why poop makes grass grow. Or why shots make people better. Why couldn’t popsicles make people better instead? I don’t get expiration dates on yogurt and sleeveless jackets. I don’t get year long Christmas stores, and shoes with wheels on them.
But more than anything sometimes I just don’t get God’s work in my life.
I believe it. I know it’s for my own good, but sometimes I just don’t get it.
I don’t get why suffering births character. Or why waiting grows faith. I don’t get why pain makes the heart softer and disappointment makes the longing for heaven greater.
I don’t get why God is invisible, and people too visible. I don’t get why obedience in the little things can be harder than running a marathon, or why life is so hard.
I don’t get why evil is still winning, and children still hungry. I don’t get why money runs out but need never does, why time is so short for things that matter most.
I don’t get why death is not optional for life to begin.
But just because I don’t get it doesn’t change the fact that it’s true.
My nephew has been trying to memorize Job 23:8-10. He complains that it’s hard to remember. I told him it’s my favorite passage in the whole Bible. Here’s what it says:
“Behold, I go forward, but he is not there, and backward, but I do not perceive him; on the left hand when he is working, I do not behold him; he turns to the right hand, but I do not see him. But he knows the way that I take; when he has tried me, I shall come out as gold”.
I’ve been listening to classical music all day long. I believe it should be the next illicit drug. It has altered my mood and sedated me in a way that I haven’t felt for some time.
And in the quiet of the hour, in the softness of the sound, I’m just starting to get that God’s ways are not my ways. I’m starting to understand that I don’t have to fully get it, or see it, or even feel something to know that it’s true.
But when my color finally changes to a soft hue of gold, I’ll know.
I don’t have to get God.
I just have to believe him.
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