That scary thought, or scary prayer when we ask God to shape us and mold us into who He desires us to be. This is huge because we aren't asking him to shape us and make it easy. So often, we need pruning and layers need to be pulled off, and new water needs to be watered for us to grow. Sometimes growth is painful.
We don't desire pain. We as humans, desire joy, love, and happiness .The last thing we want to come is pain, sorrow, and suffering. One thing we hope for when we get to heaven, is a place where sorrows are no longer known. A place where pain and sickness is foreign. As hard as it is to endure it here on earth, what if we saw it as good, and through that didn't let it bind us in sorrow.
What if we can take what the world looks as pain, sorrow, suffering, sickness, and count ourselves blessed and look at it with a whole new perspective. God said, be thankful in all circumstances, and to consider it pure joy when you go through trials of many kind. He also said, "Take heart because I have overcome the world." What if we no longer dreaded the thought of suffering, but we looked at it with a new hope that because of what we are about to go through or are going through God can turn it and use it to shape and mold us, and grow us in a new area otherwise without it we would have never grown in. He can use it to now give you a voice to speak to others you may never have been able to speak to because you have endured it. You have endured it with a fresh perspective, others have never seen.
Yesterday, I found out some news and without going into all the details, I am in all sorts of mixed emotions. I know that I haven't yet experienced what women experience who have gone through it, and that may come in a few days, a week, a month or I don't know when. But yesterday when I was talking with my husband about it, I said "is it a little weird I am thankful?" Hear me out. No I am not thankful for the unfortunate circumstance alone. But I am thankful for the unfortunate circumstance that I am in the middle of, for God to shape me and mold me and create in me something new. He is now shaping another part of my heart, that I can now speak into other women's lives, that I never have before.
In everything I am counting myself blessed. I look around and see my three beautiful healthy children and I am thankful. I am thankful for everything God has given me, and am learning to be thankful in all things and rejoice in Him, because He is good. Like Job said, even if God kills me, I will serve Him. How true is that? As hard as it is. Culture has created a custom or practice we have all adopted. We cry and mourn death. We cry with sickness. We wear black to funerals. And I'm not saying its wrong, but I'm not saying its right either. If we long for heaven, and are Christ followers we can't let sorrow, sickness, and pain bind us. We can't let it win. Jesus never did. The angel asked Mary at the tomb, "why are you crying woman?"
I pray we can all start rejoicing in all circumstances. Pastors' wives, you are at the forefront of church along side of your husband. We have to start leading the charge. People look to us and how we handle life. We have to show them the unseen. We have to break the chains culture has bound us in, and start counting ourselves blessed and rejoice in the good and the bad.
xo a girl who sleeps with the pastor