I wonder, how long has it been since some of us have taken the time from our busy schedules to count our blessings, look at the good, and ponder God’s greatness? While David sat in his house, thinking on God and His goodness, I can imagine him “swelling up” and even getting a little emotional.
It would seem Justin and Patrick were destined to be friends — their parents were friends in college and Justin’s great uncle was Patrick’s grandfather’s best man in his wedding.
In addition, the church has been dealing with issues of political correctness and which things or lifestyles are really sin. All of these are important issues in Christianity. However, our understanding and personal preferences about them can cause debates and quarreling which only leads to further division.
At one point in my life, I shut down because I realized that I had become the one that everyone relied on and called, but when I needed someone, no one was there for me but God. In my journey to maturing in love, I found myself always being needed instead of wanted by the people that mattered to me the most in my life. Whether it was family, friends, relationships, my job, or even ministry, I was called to do favors, duties, or various tasks but at the end of the day, they didn’t care for my well-being.
The thing about being a hospice chaplain is that you deal with people who are at the end of their lives. There are no future dreams and hopes left in this life, but only a lot of reflection on the past. There is one case that changed me forever.
God wants more for you than you want for yourself. That is a fact. As an aging millennial I’m in the weird space where I’m learning to walk in the fullness of adulthood, while struggling with the doubt of uncertainty. I don’t know if you know, but uncertainty will cripple every aspiration if you allow it.
In ancient mythology, there was once a man named Narcissus who noticed his reflection in the still of the stream. He immediately fell in love with his reflection and sat there gazing at his beauty night and day. Eventually, the slave of self-love died of thirst all alone by the stream.