As Americans, most of our life is consciously and unconsciously built around trying to avoid discomfort of any kind. But we cannot forget that wrapped up in the promise of blessing and comfort from Christ, we are also promised that we will share in His suffering while on this earth. Suffering is unavoidable. When we inoculate ourselves to any discomfort, any irritation, any self-sacrifice, then, when we are struck with promised suffering, it bowls us over.
Once upon a time two little seeds fell to the ground and slowly sunk into the damp soil. The seeds were adjacent to a large window in the front yard of a family’s home in the suburbs. One seed had everything it needed to become a comfortable weed. The other seed would become a comforting red rose.
One day they both broke through the earth’s carpet and began to sunbathe and sway in the warm wind.
Birds have an enchanting ability to stop me in breathless wonder, grip my heart with the beauty of their delicate markings, feathers, and songs, and cause my heart to soar in awestruck admiration for the One who so intricately designed such marvelous little displays of creative perfection.
Yesterday was my 29th birthday. I’m almost 30, which is awesome, but thinking about that… man, have I ever realized that I am not where I expected to be as I enter my 30s. Perhaps some of you feel the same way as you hit this milestone, or your 40th, or your 50th, or your retirement years.
Let’s travel back to 22 year old me…