thinking things about life and Jesus and stuff
Yesterday I experienced my second Father’s Day without a dad.
It was actually a pretty sweet weekend.
Thanks to the book of Esther, I was feeling filled with faith that God is working out this really complicated story out through things like dads.
I can rest my heart in the providence of God.
I can trust that His control is absolute. It never fails. It’s super complicated and always directed with the best of intentions.
#1 God’s control is absolute
I would like a hug, please.
I am open to receiving said hug from one of three people: (1) Jesus (2) my dad (3) my husband.
Bad news for me: short of the return of Christ, I’m not gonna get a physical hug from any one of those three people today.
Good news for you: I will use myself as a case study on how to fight discontentment!
Longing for something is not automatically bad. Discontentment is what happens when that longing is so great that I begin to doubt the truth and turn to a savior other than Christ.
I always assume discontentment will present the same way.
I expect to recognize it easily, cause I’m sort of a dramatic person.
This is the face of discontent Fabs:
I’ve made ‘discontentment’ this drastic emotion that only presents as raised fists against God, when really it is simply the absence of contentment.
Discontent Fabs might hide behind any one of these faces:
Every single one of us wears discontentment differently.
I’m not much into the physical safety thing. My roommate is all about it. She’s always like: Hey, keep that knife out of that kids hand!
I’m also not much of a financial security gal. My other roommate is always like: Hey, how about you don’t spend $1200 on a speeding ticket because you’re too lazy to call the court?
I really shine when it comes to emotional safety, though. My deep fear of rejection has enabled me to develop some varied and flexible, (even if fairly illogical), ‘security’ plans.
Here’s my theory:
our obsession with safety is getting in the way of displaying God’s glory to this world.
I HATE REJECTION.
Hate it. Hate it. Hate it.
I see it in everything:
Left off an email? Only possible explanation is that everyone on the email got together and formed an ‘I hate Fabs’ club. Obvi.
Wasn’t asked on a date? Well, clearly that means that every single man in the world is at every single moment making an active decision to reject me.
Imagine what happens when poor creatures actually do ’reject’ me. Blick.
But, they don’t call the Gospel good news for nothing. Consider the benefits it brings:
1) I can never be eternally rejected
