Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Disappointed by God

I don't like disability. Scratch that... I HATE disability!

Not like I hate the taste of chicken livers. I mean HATE--like weeping and gnashing of teeth.

Let's face it: disability ISN'T FAIR!

There's nothing like a pressure sore, soiled pants, or an emotional meltdown to really keep us from enjoying something we've been anticipating.

While the nature of our loved ones' disabilities differ, that familiar dread of the unexpected keeps us from letting down our guard and enjoying our life is as paralyzing as the disability itself.

I wake up in the morning wishing this were different, that this disability was gone, and that my life was back to normal. To get up and go for a run. To not rely on anyone else. To not be a burden on anyone else.

I want to be healed. I want to be okay.

Doesn't God call me his child?

Because Jesus said, Which of you fathers, if your son asks for a fish, will give him a snake instead?(Luke 11:11 NIV).

So, He wants me to be healed, RIGHT?!

I think He does want me to be healed. But that isn't enough. Stick with me. Peter wrote, that God is not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance(2 Peter 3:9 NIV). And while He did fulfill the work of redemption through Christ's death on the cross, still fallen people in a fallen world reject His grace.

Back to Luke 11, I ask for my healing and then He heals me, right?

Paul faced a similar experience... crisis... conundrum.
...in order to keep me from becoming conceited, I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me. Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But he said to me, My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong. 2 Corinthians 12:7-10, NIV
God hasn't spoken to me audibly. I have no promise that He will make things rosy if I give up asking to be healed. In fact, I often cry out in my weakest and most desperate moments for healing. In those moments I resent my situation and often resent God.

The Christmas season is a time we count our blessings. It can also be a time of disappointment.
Platitudes are not enough to soothe the wounds, but the Lord's words to Paul ring true: My grace is sufficient for you.


PRAY:  Lord, when life is not fair, help us to remember that Your grace is sufficient.  Strengthen us in this Christmas season when we encounter disappointment.

Mike Ritter

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