A thought by Erwin Raphael McManus, (2014-02-25) from his
book, The Artisan Soul: Crafting Your Life into a Work of Art (p. 85). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.
I was thinking after reading this of a bad experience in my
life that was a good memory. It happened
different times in my life.
My father was a minister and for half of my home life he was
an evangelist. In other words, we as a
family traveled from church to church holding meetings. For a big part of the time we lived in a
house trailer, that’s what they were called back then and we would leave one
church on a Sunday night and travel to the next one and start services there on
Wednesday. We would be there from
Wednesday through two Sundays.
Sometimes it would take all of the money we were given at the
last church to get to the next one and somewhere in that next week we would run
out of food if the church we were holding meetings in didn’t give us a food allowance. Now that could have caused me to be angry at
God and turn my back on the Church. I
mean we were out there doing all this good work and we were hungry but that is
not what happened. That bad experience is
a good memory to me.
What I remember is that my mom had the ability to go into a
kitchen that had nothing in it and make a meal.
She was awesome. I learned by
that bad experience how to survive and to roll with the flow and of how God
would always provide. A bad experience but
a powerfully good memory. God used it to
show that He would take care of us no matter what.
Erwin shares, “What has happened to us is not nearly as
powerful or as formative as our interpretation of why it happened. Our most
destructive emotions, such as bitterness and forgiveness, root deeply into the
human soul not because of what happened to us but because we haven’t resolved
the issues of why. Why would someone hurt you? Why would someone betray you?
Why would God allow this?”
I am so thankful that God gave me parents who knew God and
knew that He could be trusted and that He would take care of us.
Connie, my sister and I were with mom a few weeks back
celebrating her 90th bd. It
was such a special time. On our last
night together we were reminiscing about our time together and Connie and I
both shared with mom of how we loved our life.
Yes, we didn’t always have our own house but we always had a home and we
loved it. Some bad experiences, sure but
a whole lot of good memories.
What are you holding on to?
Love your inspiring blog :)
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