WHAT I ATE WEDNESDAY: Sufferings Counted As Joy
Being that we live together, Maddie and I often can’t help but dive into theological conversations all the time.Lately, she has been often talking to me in wonderment about the reason for suffering. Why do we suffer?
2 I want you to know how hard I am contending for you and for those at Laodicea, and for all who have not met me personally. 2 My goal is that they may be encouraged in heart and united in love, so that they may have the full riches of complete understanding, in order that they may know the mystery of God, namely, Christ, 3 in whom are hidden all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge. 4 I tell you this so that no one may deceive you by fine-sounding arguments. 5 For though I am absent from you in body, I am present with you in spirit and delight to see how disciplined you are and how firm your faith in Christ is. COLOSSIANS 2
Christ calls us to die. To our trails, our human wonderment. We must want Him and desire His perfection so badly that our suffering and pain mean only to us what the Lord is using them for in the Kingdom. And guess what this leads to? JOY! It simply makes sense! He is so endlessly and unfathomably good.
This morning I woke up thinking maybe I would make some pancakes.
I was looking way too forward to my one cuppa. I had it alongside my breakfast, which, for times sake only (I promise I’ll make pancakes soon) was a big bowl of oatmeal cooked different than ever before (this, believe it or not, was a BIG challenge) with sliced apple and dates and cacao peanut butter; cinnamon and stevia. 😍
I studied Colossians (I think it is currently my “favourite” NT book), journalled, caught up on readings and spent a lot of time in prayer. Maddie, Mary and I headed to Bible Class for 9am.
After the three hour lecture, I had to head straight to work. Before I started, I drank a soy coffee frappuccino with a banana blended in, and no sugar base for a small lunch. It was delicious. But I was mad at my mind for the lack of clarity. And this morning I had been so rushed and had to head straight to my shift and had only five minutes to drink the drink, so that is where the victory is. Such little anxiety.
After work (we’re officially wearing red aprons!), I headed home, getting caught in the rain and missing a bus and taking deep breaths and learning to laugh at those things in life like being cold and damp and cranky. I just had a bit of time before my dance class, and I knew I needed a good meal. For dinner I cooked brown rice, chicken breast, and ground beef, plus sliced carrots and green beans with a drizzle of my homemade Thai sauce. I sauted it all up with some herbs and cooked it in the beef fat, and enjoyed it. Enjoyed it. Took my naturopath medicine. Headed to the dance studio. Had an awesome class.
And then Laura and I talked and I told her I was headed to the gym. “It’s ok though,” I said, “I’m not gonna do cardio.” A voice says Ha, yes you are.
Laura looked worried. She suggested that maybe not going to the gym might be the best decision ever. That I would be really strong for making myself not go.
And she’s right. I know my health can’t afford long runs and tiring strength rountines. It’s not meant to be overexterting for disordered and meaningless purposes but rather passionately thriving for the Lord’s good works.
And so Laura came over, we caught up (me quite tiredly– I should wear a sign for the next week that says *quittinh caffeine, approach with caution*), and I finished the night with homework, Sunday School work, and cleaning.
And so there you have my busy but not necessarily eventful day. I pray He opens your eyes and fills your heart and soul with Him, that His presence is SO earth-shattering even to your human parts.
#NoEdNovember continues, and I am endlessly proud of Jillian for all that she is doing. Continue to use the hashtag to show us what encouraging things are happening that are leading you back to LIFE!