“They will never again be hungry or thirsty; they will never be scorched by the heat of the sun.For the Lamb on the throne will be their Shepherd. He will lead them to springs of life-giving water. And God will wipe every tear from their eyes” (Rev 8:16-17).
My nandina replacement project got a fresh wind this week-end with some deep pink and white vinca aligning the row of begonias I’d put in a couple weeks ago. I was especially pleased by the vinca’s willingness to be planted after someone from my drug addict past blew back out of my life after rejecting my advice on rehab and recovery options. Knowing, as well as I can know, the Lord was not moving me to offer further assistance for his own plans, I had to step aside, something I haven’t done well in the past. I was glad for my church’s message this week-end on letting God fight for us as we faithfully await His response & will include scriptures from that word. I ask the Lord for mercy if the actions I took were not part of His plan and pray for discernment to know what I can do and acceptance of what I can’t. Since I’ve been saved, I’ve revisited many poor decisions in different ways. Once years ago, my housemate at the time had his car impounded after a minor fender bender. I knew the costs for getting the car out of impoundment would increase with time, and he appeared to be doing nothing about it. He was angry because I didn’t get his glasses fixed after my dog supposedly broke them causing the catastrophe; I’d refused, doubting my dog’s guilt and scornful that he was home napping while i was at work. He didn’t ask for my help with the car, but I wanted him to have his car if he was living at my house. So after a week or so, I insisted on resolving the situation. In one day, I paid (on credit) the DMV fines, the impoundment fines, the glass repair costs, and a car payment since I learned he was way behind on his note. It is written, “Be still, and know that I am God.” (Psalm 46:10). The next month he moved out over some other fight. Six months later I fronted the money to bail someone I’d known for a few weeks out of jail. The following year, my heart bled for someone with a staph infection on their leg with good stories and pill connections. Being away from the Lord, I “helped” people out of control-freak, prideful, and / or selfish motivations. The mind can easily confuse that with good will. Whatever initiates the action, not becoming bitter over the results of our choices, along with the grace of God, might help us grasp onto whatever joy or peace keeps us in touch with those who love the Lord, who offer their prayers for us. Certainly, a spirit of resentment erupts from me at times, but I’m so thankful today for the many times I’ve been bailed out of one thing or another. I praise God for the good people He’s put in my life again and again. What the Lord has done for me through the love and generosity of friends, family, and acquaintances far outweighs the expense of my foolishness.
When I was in Honduras after college, I busied myself the first year primarily by drawing phonics and mathematics worksheets for my firstgraders, watching mindless TV shows, eating, and riding my bike. I got to know the wonderful family whose house I stayed in for awhile, but other than that, I mostly socialized with other expatriates. I enjoyed talking to other foreigners and English speaking or very patient locals, but a lot of them were big drinkers, and I didn’t like the relaxing effect of alcohol. One or two drinks would perk me up, but after that, drowsiness set in and sent me home. Also, as I told someone whose large brown eyes and stories frequently entertained me, I was only good for one outing a week-end. I proved it eventually when I agreed to meet him somewhere on a Saturday night, and we both had a miserable time for while until I left. I knew the other teachers supplemented their drinking with drugs, but I didn’t want to jeaprodize my finishing the school year with a potential addiction. At the end of the school year, I’d made plans to go home for a few weeks and return for a second term. First though, I wanted to find out what kept my expatriate teacher peers so busy most of the time when I was often bored, searching for ways to fill the hours between the frustrating school days. One of the teachers, a guy from my homestate about my age warned me more or less that substance abuse was usually a one way trip. I thought the risk was acceptable since I didn’t care for the bar scene that much before. Besides, how much trouble could I get into in six weeks?
During my vacation in the States, it seemed to me only a sum of spent money and maybe one evening I couldn’t remember much of after trying yet another something new. I honestly believed I could return and enjoy a second year at the school. The first year was so difficult not having any teaching experience and very little experience with young children. By mid spring, I’d learned a lot from the other elementary teachers and teachers assistants, so over the last couple of months, my love for the job grew tremendously. Unfortunately when I returned to work, i could not shut the habit forming drug door I’d opened. Not only did I not have a good relationship with the Lord then, but after a couple weeks of subjecting my mind to minimal but near daily abuse, my thinking was wrecked. I agreed to split travel expenses for a 3 day week-end trip with another teacher and a friend of his, ideally to get away from myself. A couple people suggested this might not be wise, but I’d traveled with that teacher & a different friend before, so I rejected their advice.
We left on a late night Friday bus with plans to stay at a mountain resort for two nights and return on Monday. Immediately, i was plagued with anxiety (fear of a very weird kind) which i attributed to my activities since my return, and in the morning sunshine at our scenic destination, everything looked fresh and new. When we went to another location to dine, though, the anxiety returned. I left the table, checked into the motel on my own, and told my companions I would not be returning with them to the other place. They were not pleased since I’d agreed to split expenses with them for the 3 days. The 2nd hotel was mostly one tall building, but when i looked for my room, i learned it was in a smaller building a football field away or so. There were only a few rooms in this building on the deserted beach; each room had a lot of thin glass windows, and the door seemed like something i could kick in with little difficulty. I asked if there were a room available in the main building, but there was not; it was a holiday weekend, and they were booked. I spend the night mostly in the lobby alongside a well attended party, but the security guard walked me back to the other building two or three times where i stood for a few minutes before returning to the lobby. In the morning, I slept for a few hours and took a cab to the other hotel to find my companions, possibly because I’d missed the bus back home or didn’t know how to find it. Before I knew it, it was dark, and sitting at the bar, I learned there were no rooms available. By then, I had no cash, only a credit card which is useless for cabs, and I was up in the mountains, not even in the town where I could even investigate other options. Plus, I was strung out and exhausted. I was allowed to use the bar phone, and praise Jesus, the phone call to Mom went through. After she spoke to the hotel owner for a short time, the matron offered me her son’s old room in the basement of her house. I was so grateful for the bed, and, since I barely slept, even more grateful when the sun rose the next day. Somehow, I got on a bus and returned to where I was living. The next day, I flew back to the States for good.
“Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. Do not quench the Spirit. Do not despise prophecies, but test everything; hold fast what is good. Abstain from every form of evil” (1 Thess 5:16-22).
To return that day, I had to catch a flight to a larger city to make my connecting flight. I had a ridiculously huge suitcase and wondered how I would get it through the airport and onto the right plane. When I arrived at the airport in my town, a friend of my host family’s met me at the airport, took my suitcase, offered me breakfast, and got me on the right plane. I don’t think i even paid for the flight to San Pedro Sula with the money lent to me by another expatriate teacher, a retired nurse from Canada with her own problems who had no money to spare. Reading the stories of sorrow and suffering in last week’s local news, it occured to me how blessed I was to spend a morning sitting in court with my old peer last Wednesday. I couldn’t say for certain now what our prior friendship was based on, but regardless, many people lose friends and loved ones without an opportunity to pray with them and show how much they care. Even if I hardly knew this person, knowing I escaped from the pit we had in common at one time is enough to stir my heart. Other than regret for possibly not demonstrating enough faith in the Lord, I’m thankful I was able to extend a hand in a small way, rejected or not. Without saying anything about the appropriateness of tough love, a person in need of rescue has to call out for help, but how will they know to call if they are never helped.
To further demonstrate how the Lord walks us through our prior mistakes, I stopped hearing from the old friend shortly after the morning in court. My attention to this person aggravated my family and likely others in my life, so I knew i needed to let it go, but for some reason, this was difficult. (See story at top.) Coincidentally, I saw my thyroid doctor the following Monday. She mentioned some other test from my bloodwork was slightly off; I asked her what the options were. She suggested something, and thinking the proposed solution could minimize the aggravation factor I was struggling against, I said, “I’ll try it.” After being sick for two days from the side affects, it occured to me that I’d failed the Honduras test. I gave the rest to my mother for donation and asked the Lord to forgive me for again, lacking faith in His might. Regarding my friend, I might not know the real story, but as long as I’m studying the Word daily, in prayer and worship and accountable to some authority in my life, I believe a little nausea and a minor rash are the kinds of corrective measures I face for most mistakes. Today, Christ Jesus is my Lord and Savior, I believe I will avoid the trappings of my mind that could otherwise pull me back into the fire. I believe my walk with His strength in my spirit protects me from investing in the enemy’s work with no achievable good. If I err, I hope to err on the side of love as so many have done for me.
“But they who wait for the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.” (Isaiah 40:31)
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