A lot has been happening the past week. And as I look back, I realise how God has a purpose for each trial that He has put into my life.
There are certain challenges that our family has been facing. I won’t talk about that here, but I’ll say that it is often extremely tough and we wonder how we will overcome our trials. Sometimes, I question why we experience all these things from the rough side of life.
Last week, during a meeting, we had to make a decision on a certain matter- something we were unable to do- but God provided the means for us through a thoughtful friend. Shortly after, I noticed a young child. This child’s family, I knew, was also unable to do this.
I contemplated. I hesitated.
The child needed it.
But, I thought. Will this child want to accept my help?
I looked at the child again.
That innocent face, those pleading eyes.
And I decided to give the child some of what I had.
The child didn’t know anything about the situation or the decision-making. At least not that it was obvious.
The child was happy that someone had decided to share.
Nothing more than that.
“Yes, please. Thank you.”
That was enough for me.
I didn’t need a thank you. Just watching the child’s happiness- that blissful ignorance.
That was enough for me.
I looked around me. No one else had noticed the child.
And now, as I write, I realise that the situation my family had been in had enabled me to see the child’s need and do my part to meet it.
Aren’t God’s plans intriguing?
About two days later, we ran into a sticky situation. I was left reeling in shock.
I’ll be honest, I was having my doubts about God before that. I was questioning why God put me where I am. For a moment I even thought about turning my back on God.
That incident? It was God kicking me in the back. There was nothing else I could do. The only thing left for me to do was to rely on His strength to bring me through.
I was stunned. Unsure of how to respond. Scared. In fact, it would be an understatement to say I was terrified.
I had no choice but to rely on Him with every bit of me. Every drop of blood in me cried out to Him to have mercy. To be gracious with us. With me.
God sometimes has a sobering sense of humour. The incident turned out to be nothing very big, but it has left its mark on us, and I know I will remember that kick in the back that God gave me that day.
It’s a tough battle to fight- keeping one’s faith in the midst of trials. But I look back at what God has done, and I see His mighty hand, working out His plan.
And I’m comforted. Yes. It’s hard.
But He has His plans for me. Plans for good and not for evil. Plans to give me a hope and a future.
As I’ve seen in the past week, sometimes the most uncomfortable circumstances can be used by Him to fulfil His purposes.
The plans He has?
I’m choosing to allow Him to lead me. Yes, to lead me according to His plan.