Today I saw red.
I was so angry at the injustice that I burst into tears. That’s my response, ya know, when the going gets so tough that all kinds of nastiness is about to spew forth from my lips.
But I know I’m held to a higher standard than the world; I know the tongue is sharper than any two-edged sword. I know letting those words escape would be wrong. So I gulp the words down and they rise up as tears instead.
You see, there was this insurance claim for a broken bone, which happened during our family vacation (see the story about Buttkill Falls). And even though we followed every step that we should have, even though we did everything according to procedure, the insurance company still refuses to pay.
It’s really not just the fact that this month we’re already short, and the medical center has already removed money from our account. After all, I know Our Provider can handle dollars and cents.
It’s not even just that my tailbone still hurts and now I’m miserable with a cold, too.
It’s the incredible injustice of knowing you did everything right, yet still you suffer.
I saw red, and I was tempted to despair.
I asked the Lord, “Why? Hasn’t enough gone wrong already in the last few weeks?” And the truth is that it really has been an incredibly crazy few weeks for us. One trial after another. When it rains it pours. That kind of few weeks. The kind of weeks that string into one long line of day after day of some new problem to cope with – problems with
The kind of weeks that string into one long line of day after day of some new problem to cope with – problems with ministry, problems in the home, problems with old, leaky pipes, problems with finances, problems with health.
You cling to His promises and try to face each new challenge with a trusting heart. But it all sort of piles up on you until you feel like you can’t breathe anymore and you want to beg for rescue, cry out for mercy.
It feels unfair.
And whenever I get to that point, the point when I’m telling the Lord He’s not being fair to me, He has only to say one word…
Jesus.
It wasn’t fair to Him, either.
He did everything right and nothing wrong, yet He suffered even unto death for my sin, my wrongdoing, my evil.
Oh, the shame! The shame of having questioned. The shame of telling myself my petty, short-term suffering is unbearable, that it shouldn’t be required of me. The shame of my sinful pride.
And the perspective!
The perspective of realizing there are so many others suffering much, much worse evils around the world. People struggling just to survive. People dying for their faith. People dying without any Hope.
The perspective of remembering Who is on my side – how could I forget? Has He not proven Himself faithful time and time again? And still I doubt, like Peter who saw the 5,000 fed, yet feared the wind and the waves, walking toward Christ, yet slowly sinking.
The perspective of remembering Who is on my side – how could I forget? Has He not proven Himself faithful time and time again? And still I doubt, like Peter who saw the 5,000 fed, yet feared the wind and the waves, walking toward Christ, yet slowly sinking.
So, I saw red today.
My face turned red. Tears fell. I shouted angrily at the Lord, even if only in my mind.
And then He showed me Red.
Red blood dripping from the sacrificial Lamb, the perfect Son of God who deserved only glory, not death.
My salvation and my forgiveness.
The One who understands true suffering.
Forgive me, Father, for my faith is weak and I sometimes doubt.
But You, You are good.
Even when I am not.
And You love me, even when I fail to love You.
Thanks for reminding me that I’m a work in progress, and that work is not yet complete.
Jen 🙂
Okay, I’m pretty sure I bent the Five Minute Friday rules again today, and this is way more personal than what I’m comfortable sharing. In fact, I’m downright embarrassed and a little afraid. But… when I sat down to write, this is what came out at the end of a long day, concluding a long week. And I can’t hide it away as I would like to, or I wouldn’t be a truth-teller.
My friends, we all have sinned. And we all doubt. Even missionary kids. Even ministers’ wives. Even faith bloggers. 🙂 If you’re struggling today, I want you to know that you’re not alone. And that He loves you anyway. Just listen to the words of the song below.
Read more encouraging words from another blogger who’s having “one of those days” here.