Habakkuk

One of my biggest pet peeves?



Mooches.



Sort of like the one that’s currently hanging out on my stove eating whatever he wants, but don’t worry, I’ve informed the cats and they’re on the case.



This mornings church service that we live-streamed talked about the book of Habakkuk.



“The prophecy that Habakkuk the prophet received. How long, Lord, must I call for help, how do you not listen?” Habakkuk 1:1-2a



The whole book discusses how often and how long we tend to have to wait for things we want to happen, and most times it doesn’t even happen the way we want it to. This rings so true in our house right now, as we’re learning what it is to wait for things we feel we need or want.



God is never on our time. It makes us feel like He‘s not listening or that He’s left us. A lot of the time it’s what happens in the waiting that is most important. The things we learn, the patience we gain, being able to accept and understand that nothing is on our time, and the growth we make in the times of uncertainty.



Whether it’s financial, situational, work, family, friends; we’re faced with a lot of waiting, a lot of asking why, and the struggles don’t get easier.



God does want us to come to Him with our struggle, or mess, or inability to understand why these things have to happen. He wants the messy, the hard, the depths of what lies in our hearts. He doesn’t expect us to be perfect, He doesn’t want or require us to be. Coming to Him in our biggest times of need is better than a hallelujah sometimes.



More than not we forget to thank Him, even in the dark times. We may not understand or agree, but we still need to find the good and be thankful for what we’ve been given and the things we could have been given instead.



Brett and I have come a long way in knowing what the other needs in difficult times. We used to head down different paths and wind up head butting when we met later on.


It took six years of work. A lot of work. It took talking and understanding and meeting on level ground, but we finally made it.


This is one of the longer seasons of waiting we’ve gone through and something I realized earlier today is that as much as I’ve been grateful for this new found path we take together, I don’t stop and recognize how much easier it is to walk together rather than apart. If we were still walking different paths during this season? I can’t even begin to imagine what it would look like.


So, I am thankful. I am grateful, humble, and blessed to have the things and people I do. I’m hard to love, not by choice, and I’m working on it, but my people? They love me anyway.


The good, the bad, the ugly. They stay. They see me, they sit with me, and they understand and accept the difficult decisions I’m faced with. More so recently, but they still hang around.


When I wake up everyday and see that once again they’ve not left, abandoned me, thrown in the towel? It makes me see that to them, to God, I am worth it. For whatever reasons, whatever draws them in, they choose to accept my struggles and show me I’m worthy with or without them. In good times and bad, they stay.


Having people that stay, that continue to show how much they love and support you takes your self worth to so many new levels.


Don’t let it go to your head. Remember to be humble. Remember we are all worth it. No one person is better than the next. We’re all in one season of waiting or the next, and it’s much easier on the soul to be kind than to be harsh and angry with someone who is already struggling with themself.


Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete. James 1:2-4a

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