the other night my friend & i were chatting at a local dive. we were talking how the situations we’re in we didn’t anticipate them being the way they are.

she’s married & the house they live in isn’t the house with the white picket fence she’d dreamed  about.  the debt they had incurred before marriage & now trying to pay off isn’t what went with the ‘give everything to the poor’ philosophy she had known.  most of all, the issues with pregnancy isn’t what ‘having a family’ was supposed to endure.  i sympathized with her as with some events in my life i hadn’t foreseen either.

what was surprising was that neither of us were bitter.  we don’t know why we have been given the loads we have.  it’s not the life we had envisioned, but we are fed, we are provided for, and at the end of day i have a very lovely heating blanket bed to crawl into.  there are approximately 1 in 2 americans are now considered poor or low-income.  i don’t know how to handle that.

i may weep tears for events that God allows to come into my life, but i know His love for me doesn’t sway thru anything. i’m being molded & though it’s not exactly pleasant – i will rejoice.

one of my best friends in high school paraphrased habakkuk 3:17-19 & i’m about to do the same:

though the fig tree should not blossom,
nor fruit be on the vines,
though the house should not sell nor flowers stay alive
though the produce of the olive fail
and the fields yield no food,
though the men say ‘i just don’t feel like dating’ and the rest just want a counselor
though the flock be cut off from the fold
and there be no herd in the stalls,
though my life isn’t in the place i thought it would be nor the money coming in as it should be
yet i will rejoice in the Lord;
i will take joy in the God of my salvation.
yet i will rejoice in the Lord;
i will take joy in the God of my salvation.