.posthidden {display:none} .postshown {display:inline} By His Own Hand. . .: October 2019

10/29/2019

Triggered

I don't even know if that is in vogue anymore or not, but it's the only word I could think of that encapsulates all of the things.

The elementary school where we meet as a church has changed their hand soap, and it is the same brand/smell as the soap was (and likely still is) at Moffitt.

A little thing, a simple thing, a crazy thing. . . but trust me, I washed my hands so often during BMT land that I could never mistake something else for it.



I hit a low point a little over a month ago.  It's only been the past couple weeks or so that I've gotten my face out of the dirt and able to see a little light around, but I still haven't gotten myself off of the ground.  This has also somehow become the busiest fall and it's not even November yet.

What I'm currently wrestling with is 1 Corinthians 7 (ESV is linked but this is a few verses from that chapter via The Message):

7 Sometimes I wish everyone were single like me—a simpler life in many ways! But celibacy is not for everyone any more than marriage is. God gives the gift of the single life to some, the gift of the married life to others.

17 And don’t be wishing you were someplace else or with someone else. Where you are right now is God’s place for you. Live and obey and love and believe right there. God, not your marital status, defines your life. Don’t think I’m being harder on you than on the others. I give this same counsel in all the churches.

19-20 The really important thing is obeying God’s call, following his commands.  Stay where you were when God called your name.


Stay where you were when God called your name. 



If that sentiment isn't what I've held on to for the past four and a half years then I just don't know what else I could say.  I know that things cycle, that there's low points and high points, and so for the moment I just have to keep holding on.