When things go wrong…

In the alps

After writing my post about getting God’s perspective only yesterday I promptly fell into a proverbial hole this morning, complete with cement-filled boots to weigh me down, over a leaking toilet and a car that needs fixing for the third time in as many months. ‘Why doesn’t anything go right for us, Lord?’ Those words went through my mind for a moment. They actually did.

But even if everything does go wrong I will still praise you God.

These verses from Habakkuk came to mind:

‘Though the fig tree should not blossom,

nor fruit be on the vines,

the produce of the olive fail

and the fields yield no food,

the flock be cut off from the fold

and there be no herd in the stalls,

yet I will rejoice in the Lord;

I will take joy in the God of my salvation;

God, the Lord, is my strength;

he makes my feet like the deer’s;

he makes me tread on my high places.’

Habakkuk 3:17-19, The Bible (English Standard Version)

This is the prophet’s song of praise to God after crying out to Him in complaint and prayer over what Israel was facing at the time. A confession of his trust in God.

To be honest, the problems of the morning seemed pretty trivial after reading this. I thought of all those with far greater challenges than a couple of unexpected expenses and prayed for them instead. I don’t have anything to complain about, and a whole lot to be thankful for. I took my eyes off the problems and onto ‘the God of my salvation’.

And there it happened, the cement boots disappeared and my feet started heading for those high places again.

 

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