This weekend was amazing, the weather helped us to get out more than usual and with fireworks kicking off Saturday night (and a generous invitation) we had quite an exciting weekend. We were out late Saturday night on a beautiful night to be on a boat, so late the girls turned into pumpkins and we had to plop them in a wagon to get them from the boat and into the car. There were limbs hanging out in different directions, drawing a few Monty Python references as we chugged up the dock and through the parking lot. I can’t help but smile when I think about it!
Then inevitably Sunday morning followed very shortly after and it was a serious test. Short on sleep and low on patience I was in a place that prevented me from living with much joy or even acknowledging the gifts I’d experienced. Fortunately we had enough gas in our tanks that allowed us to pull ourselves together and make it to church. In the message, Steve Carter mentioned that every one of us has experienced one *only God* moment over the past week. One moment that was a gift, and only possible because God made it specifically for each of us. I heard that and thought, and thought and thought but couldn’t come up with one. I was certain I was some special 1% that somehow escaped God’s view. That thought helped me realize my thinking was hijacked… I very nearly leaned over to ask my wife for help, because I couldn’t see the *only God* moment, or moments, but I waited for the right moment to ask her. God used that moment in me.
Instead of resting my hand on hers, she took mine in hers and *only God*! I was flooded with emotions, and with memories of so many moments over the past week. I realized that I am in a special 1%, that has been so richly blessed that the number of gifts was really too long to list off. Yet just a minute before, I was so blocked-off that I couldn’t think of a single only-God moment from the past week. We’re all in the 1%, that accept God as our savior and can live in the confidence that nothing we could ever do will ever separate us from His perfect love. It’s a pretty good bet I’m not grounded and connected to myself or to God if I can’t even point to my daughters and their health as blessings. I wonder if I’m alone in this?
Matthew 6:28-33 “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.”
For me it can be pretty easy to get bogged down by the weight of life that I forget about all the ways that God cares for me, loves me and wants me to prosper. That’s when I need a bit of a reset, and where living in community is so essential to me because I need those course-corrections.
It’s also important to remember that those weeks of trial happen. Weeks when it is really difficult and even feels impossible to find an only-God moment. It’s vital though to try and remember that God is still with you and hasn’t left you, even in those moments of extreme trial. God is always there with us, and will never abandon us. He’s been there all along, and will be there long after and for generations to come because His love endures forever.
Psalm 136: 23-26