Just some musings...

I've been studying a lot lately about the sovereignty of God in our suffering. 

I have to write a paper. The problem is, I have to write a paper. Let me explain. 

The sovereignty of God is a huge issue all on its own. I could easily fill 40+ pages discussing the various aspects of God's sovereignty, without even repeating myself! 

On top of that, though, we have the specific focus of God's sovereignty in our suffering. 

Now, suffering is a huge issue as well. Suffering is the play-fellow of every single human being, in one way or another. (For me, it's suffering fools...no, I'm kidding. I just thought it was funny.)

So, I could also easily write 40+ pages on suffering. But I'm supposed to write a paper about God's sovereignty in suffering, and I'm supposed to keep it at about 12 pages? HOW? 

I honestly believe that this study has been useful. First of all, it's never going to be a dusty, on-the-shelf-knowledge kind of knowledge. I've suffered quite a bit in my life, and I've no doubt that I'll suffer more before my Saviour calls me home. So studying about trusting in God through suffering is beneficial to me for purposes of faith and living for Jesus. Because that's what I want to do. 

Second, it's going to be knowledge that I can apply to witnessing and evangelism. How many people are in the world? And how many of those people are hurting? Yeah, I thought so too. 

If I can minister or witness to even one person about God's sovereignty, and help them to realize that He is good and faithful, and that they can trust Him no matter what they're going through, then I can bring glory to God through spreading the gospel. 

This is what knowledge is for, isn't it? What's the use of knowing something that can't be shared? It's pointless! Absolutely pointless. 

Song of the Week

"Search Me, Know Me" by Jonah33

Moms

Does anyone ever have enough to say about their Mother? 

I think too often they're taken for granted. Of course everyone knows mothers are needed; everyone knows mothers are loved. Well, maybe everyone but the mothers. 

I guess it's probably often a thankless task. 

Why is it that on one single day out of the whole year, we recognize women who work twenty four hours of every day, seven days of every week, fifty two weeks of every year? They work all the time, and they get one day? One day of everyone who's ever taken them for granted finally turning around to say "Oh, by the way, thanks for taking care of me for my entire life." 

Mother's day should be every day, or we're a bunch of rotters. Rotters, I say! 

To all the Moms out there: THANK YOU. You are far more important than the world realizes. The world was raised by you, generation by smelly, gurgling generation. You're awesome. Your patience is astounding. 

To my Mommy: you're the bestest Mom out there. You know the real me, and you love me anyway. You've taught me about God's astounding, immeasurable grace in the sinner's life.

You've been there for me, are there for me, and probably will be there for me for as long as it takes, because you're my Mom. And that's not me taking you for granted - that's me realizing that no matter what I do, you're my Mom. You love me. I can picture in some tiny measure the love of God because I understand the love of Mom. *smile* 

So, happy Mother's day. On this day, I say thank you. I'm sorry I don't say it more often. You're a wonderful Mom. 

I love you.