Too much. Oh boy. Last week seemed like a lot and I know we were all anxious for a “normal” week at school and just a “normal” week in general. Well, this week we didn’t have a fire, the power was never turned off, nor did any other plague attack our campus, but it sure didn’t feel like a “normal” week.
Every year, I play a little game with God. An obstacle is placed in my life, and I devise multiple solutions and play them all out in my mind on a constant rotation, if this happens, then I’ll do this, but if this happens, then I’ll do this, or maybe I could do this, or…until I’m exhausted. A solution always presents itself and then I berate myself for stressing myself out and not trusting God from the beginning. However, this first solution is almost never the real solution and then I start in with my scenarios all over again. It is frustrating to me, and I can only imagine how God feels. “Here we go again. Um. Do you remember the last time? I’ve got this. Just wait. The solution is coming.” I cannot comprehend the patience God has for me. After repeating myself even just twice with the students or my own kids, my patience starts to deteriorate. God repeats himself over and over and over and over and over…I’m thankful I’m not God. This week, every thought and frustration that I’ve been wrestling with has been addressed directly by God. Every day, I have either read a scripture or some other piece of literature or someone has spoken words to me to remind me God hears me and cares about even my little frustrations. I love God. He always knows how to encourage me and keep me going.
Now we see things imperfectly, like puzzling reflections in a mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity. All that I know now is partial and incomplete, but then I will know everything completely, just as God now knows me completely. 1 Corinthians 13:12 NLT