I’m sitting in the Cabin Coffee Cafe waiting for my wife’s car to be repaired. Left headlight comes on intermittently; a clunk on the headlight cover used to cause it to come on but not anymore.
It was hard not to order coffee – I still miss coffee. Green tea with pomegranate works but it isn’t coffee. I’m thankful for green tea, in any case. (I’m not too convincing here, am I? As much as I’d like to wean off coffee on a 20-year plan, herbal or flavored teas don’t work for me.) How odd. The store is busy. I’m trying to sit comfortably at a table facing the back of the store, because of tight seating. Vietnam was a longtime ago but it still bothers me to not be able to see exits, comings, goings, and options.
Our anniversary this past weekend was a sweet day. Our relationship is so special and unique. I cooked us a special dinner of baked mahi mahi, sautéed broccoli in a touch of olive oil with garlic and red pepper flakes. We split a sweet potato and shared the last 2 glasses of a bottle of Chardonnay we had in the fridge.
I said “unique” because in the midst of unemployment and financial pressures, etc., my wife’s faith, joy, hope, and sense of humor shines through. I doubt that anyone laughs as much as we do at nothing.
I do need her prayers and support to encourage and trust that the Lord will provide His best for us. It is coming. Saturday, while driving back from the cleaners and grocery, as I drove past a large church near us, I really felt strongly that I must hold on to what the Lord has shown me, what the Lord has promised me. No matter what the current circumstances look like, the Lord has called me to pastor and teach. There it is.
No matter what has happened to me on this life journey, two passions always surface. To serve His church and to write. I believe God does not fail and is never late.
Sure, I must meet AZ UI requirements and continue to look and log my job searches; I’m not approved for benefits yet. May or may not be. I just don’t want to take a job I don’t really want. I’m looking for the best my Father has for me. Surprise me, Father, in the spirit of Ephesians 3:20-21, make it bigger and better than I ever expected!
Like Abraham, I know God’s promises. Remember what the Lord asked of Abraham?
Then God said, “Take your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love, and go to the region of Moriah. Sacrifice him there as a burnt offering on one of the mountains I will tell you about.” Isaac spoke up and said to his father Abraham, “Father?”
“Yes, my son?” Abraham replied.
“The fire and wood are here,” Isaac said, “but where is the lamb for the burnt offering?”
Abraham answered, “God himself will provide the lamb for the burnt offering, my son.” And the two of them went on together. (Genesis 22:2, 7-8 NIV84) (I added italics.)
Abraham bound his only son, Isaac, as a sacrifice on the altar that he had built to the Lord. But as he raised his knife, this is what happened:
Then he reached out his hand and took the knife to slay his son. But the angel of the Lord called out to him from heaven, “Abraham! Abraham!”
“Here I am,” he replied.
“Do not lay a hand on the boy,” he said. “Do not do anything to him. Now I know that you fear God, because you have not withheld from me your son, your only son.”
Abraham looked up and there in a thicket he saw a ram caught by its horns. He went over and took the ram and sacrificed it as a burnt offering instead of his son. So Abraham called that place The Lord Will Provide. And to this day it is said, “On the mountain of the Lord it will be provided.” (Genesis 22:10-14 NIV84) (I added italics.)
The Lord’s provision is always on time.
It is hard for me to think of Christmas without thinking of Easter; or to think of Easter without thinking of Christmas. I can’t separate Christmas from Easter. The example of Abraham above foreshadowed the birth and sacrifice of Christ to come.
Thank God for Christmas and that Easter has come, making the hope of the Church true and sure.
No call from the car place yet. I need a coffee. It, too, will come.