I'm Just Here for a Good Time

I am not having a good time.  And I've been a little bit - okay, a lot - puzzled by that.  Doesn't God want me to be happy?  Isn't that what life is all about?  Isn't that the aim - to be happy, to have "good things" in your life?  Not if those "good" things are less than the "best" that God has for us, which is a life lived close to Him.

I'm learning that, in the life of a Christian, pain is never random.  It has a job to do; it doesn't always accomplish its appointed task because God doesn't force closeness with Him on us, but it always has the possibility of accomplishing its task.  I hate to waste anything - especially pain.

Here is the job its been doing in me: it has whet my appetite for more of Him.  Here's the really interesting part:  the closeness and the intimacy with Him have not lessened my pain.  It's still there in all its glory.  And I still care about the things that are wrong right now; they still need to be addressed.  I need a job.  We are moving in 2 days.  My company still has not paid me.  I don't have as many friends as I thought I did.  I've got some forgiving to do and I'm not sure exactly how to do it.

But addressing those things are not as important to me as the amazing grace I have experienced in the last two weeks sitting at His feet.  I want Him more than I want those things to be fixed. 

New spot for me.  I like it.  A lot.