He gets it…

Can I just say upfront that God is incredibly awesome? Sometimes I struggle with topics to write about and other times, not so much. Lately with our home move coupled with the demand to be at my store more frequently, I’ve struggled with what to write and hence, the lag in getting the blog updated (I apologize for that.) As trying as that can be for me, this week God pointed me where I need to go. Sometimes, it’s in the middle of the night or like today, on my new shorter drive to work.

Sometimes people and situations can be extremely frustrating for me. That being said, with human nature being what it is, I get frustrated fairly easy. Apparently, I should have been vaccinated against it when I was young, but I’m certain we missed that appointment. Take this week for example. In preparation for our move in June, I contacted all of our utility and service providers to let them know to either shut off or transfer our service. All seemed well with setting up accounts and scheduling new installs. That was until the first bill came from our internet provider. I felt like I might need CPR. Needless to say, it was grossly overpriced and not as originally communicated. So being the family member with a verbal bat (according to my husband, The Executive), I called and spent 41 minutes rectifying the bill, which at the time, made me happy that they were eager to take care of it. Not so much when the next bill arrived this week.

Did I mention that those ever so lovely people didn’t make the adjustments? I spent hours over several days crisscrossing the globe speaking to various people who all felt confident that they could help me…all to no avail. My Green Beret hero came from the Retention Dept. at the 1.5 hour mark when I asked God to get me out of this mess, which He did. Sadly, during all of that time I’m sure my blood pressure was closer to 180/110 and out of irritation, I cried several times and had virtually lost my joy and peace.

Simpler times of Easters past.

Simpler times of Easters past.

Later that afternoon my brother called from New Jersey to thank me for sending him an anticipated package of items that belonged to our mom along with photos I thought he’d enjoy. Again, the move slowed this package down (it took me four months to get it from my truck to the Post Office). He and I spent quite a bit of time talking on the phone catching up. He was filling me in on life since our last conversation.

Here’s where I stop and say CJ has never had an easy life. I know that growing up, I was unmercifully ugly to him. I attribute that to his arrival when I was a toddler and thus taking my parent’s attention from me. (Lame, I know.) As an adult, I’ve come to appreciate his superior work ethic, creative genius and gentle demeanor. Sadly, despite these attributes, he’s endured unfair harassment and cruelty from nasty co-workers and neighbors, and once that I know of, physical harm. As a grown-up now, I am no longer jealous of him, but envious of what he has. Despite the odds and what the world throws at him, CJ is an incredibly positive person, and who do you think he gives the glory too? You guessed it, God.

During our conversation he mentioned that recently those same people have returned to him to apologize for their mistreatment of him and for believing the lies that were the undercurrent for their actions. They’ve queried him on how he stays so positive, despite what they did to him. He simply relays a dream he once had. In the dream he was walking down a long dark corridor being carried under each arm by two vexed soldiers. When they reached the end of the corridor, the door opened and there stood a man dressed in a long white robe. The robed man clearly said to him, “…be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.” And with that, the guards angrily took him back through the hallway and threw him out the door where he was immediately standing beside my mother in church. CJ said he woke up crying, but he has never stopped believing that Jesus is with him every day and in every situation. Simply put, he gets Jesus. With childlike faith, CJ gets the concept of Jesus and it’s his guiding principle in what he says and does every day. He’s mastered the simplicity of it while I complicate it and on occasion have a habit of forgetting just whose child I am. He gets Jesus. Wow!

I suppose if I had more of my brother’s insight or inspiration, this week might have gone a heck of a lot better. But what it taught me in turn, is that God has never left my side and loved me enough to remedy the over-exaggerated service provider debacle despite myself (and I’m usually the one standing in His way).

In retrospect, isn’t it funny how that delayed postal package got to CJ when it did, so that he could call and share with me, his big sister, on a day when I just needed Jesus?

So as I drove into work today thinking about what I’d say in this post, I pulled into MacDonald’s for my unsweet tea fix. Now, understand that I’m not a ‘give me a sign’ kinda of gal, but the car in front of me was stickered with “Christ Life” on the back windshield. In addition, when I went to pay, the cashier said that this car had covered it. Now…I get Jesus and he gave me a wink. What about you? Do you get Jesus?

Until next time, stay chic.

Vicki

Hebrews 13:5 (KJV) be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.

Philippians 4:11 (NIV) I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances.

Romans 8:37 (NIV) No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

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