A Hard Lesson

Today started out just like the rest of the weekend. I slept until 10 and then sat around in my pajamas, being a poop head, until about 4. At 4 I finally got ready to go to church. I even debated not going to church but I am very glad that I went.

During worship at first my heart was being resistant. I was singing, but I was not worshiping. Then Psalm 118 came to my mind. I sat down and looked it up. Through out the entire Psalm is speaks of the Lord's goodness and how David was was surrounded by his enemies, he was in anguish and even in that the Lord delivered him.

Verse 13-14 really spoke to my heart. "I was pushed back and about to fall, but the Lord helped me. The Lord is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation." The Lord is my strength and my song. That statement gripped my heart and I began to sing from my heart. I was able to claim that truth and abandon myself in worship to him. It was amazing.

During this time tonight God spoke to me and showed me one of the lessons he has been teaching me these last two months. I am a person that tends to avoid drama at all costs. I don't like confrontation and the thought of rejection terrifies me. Yet, in the last two months God has been teaching me the importance of remaining graceful in the face of rejection. Not just people rejecting me but also in my rejection of other people.

Life ebbs and flows. People come in and out of our lives. Some quietly and others make grand entrances and exits. However though it all we are to remain a people of grace, no matter what the world throws in our path. We are to be salt and light in this world of darkness and bitterness.