Looking in the Rear View Mirror

Life is better understood in reverse.  I read that somewhere recently and I couldn’t agree more.  It seems rather odd that we must live life before we gain full understanding even when we have attempted to be wise and prudent.  My life has not been very much like I expected it to be four decades ago.  As I look back I can see it more clearly.  

One of the pleasant results of going through times of difficulty is that I know at this stage of the game that the hard events will grow me as a person if I choose to let them. In the past, I grew during those times I chose to suck it in rather than follow the path of self-pity or giving in to a spirit of the whine.  

Looking in the rear view mirror, I can see that taking the high road has always been the better option. This has been true even when it may have looked like something different to others weighing in on the subject.  We all make mistakes and we all do foolish things at times.  I don’t like it when I make mistakes or choose unwisely.  It can be wasted effort when I head a wrong direction with something.  However, every day one makes new choices and purposes how to use the next twelve hours–whether for the good, better, or best.  

We all have a Purpose, even the Person in a Convalescent Hospital

IMG_0126Have you ever asked yourself, why am I here? What is my purpose? What do I have to offer?

Purpose comes to all of us, even for the one who has fewer assets in the eyes of fellow humans.

When I was a teenager, the girls in my youth group would visit a convalescent hospital once a month on Sunday afternoons. We would sing with the residents during a church service and then walk down the halls, visiting in some of the residents’ rooms. Many were in wheelchairs and some in their beds. At some point, the State made some changes and an influx of physically and mentally challenged children, children coming out of State institutions, became part of the hospital’s clientele. These were children who lay in their beds unable to speak or even sit up.

When God Speaks to Us

When you think God is speaking to you, how do you know it’s His voice?

It happened again. Truth slipped out and it began to help someone. I asked her, “Do you think God is speaking to you? Telling you what to do?” “What do you think he’s telling you?” She answered my question. She thought He was. She told me what the message was. Then she said she wasn’t certain.

How can we really know?

I had a reason for asking. A decade ago I was in her shoes in an almost identical situation. I had listened to and questioned a thought uncertain if it was from God or not. The words kept me in a stand-still position in regards to my torn-apart marriage. They kept me suspended in my emotions, unable to move forward and unable to let it go. When you still love someone but they’ve moved on to someone else, leaving the marriage and you, it can be very difficult, especially when you have kept Your marriage vows and are concerned for your ex-mate, and you still believe in the possibility of a miracle. I understood her dilemma and her desire to follow God even when it doesn’t seem to make any sense. I had been there a few times in my past, and it is a major spiritual struggle.