Character Building and Other Cruddy Stuff
I spoke to a group of women here in my new hometown last night and had a ball. They were wonderful--warm, kind, and inviting. We had a "Groovy Chicks' Night Out" and I did the first half as my Groovy character, Starshine, and the second half as myself. "Starshine" hosted a fun game show, which the women totally got into, and then after I changed during their doorprize/announcement break, I spoke on "Peace in a Chaotic World."
I didn't feel that great during the day, due to allergies and tiredness after performing all weekend, and had prayed a lot that God would speak through me anyway. (As Beth Moore says before she speaks, "Jesus, show up or I'm toast!")
God was so faithful--as always. I felt good, the night went smoothly, and what I shared seem to bless the sweet women present.
And then after my talk, the ladies did something that really blew me away. They prayed for me, my ministry, our family, and the Rockbox theater we're involved in.
It was something so simple, and so meaningful, but no group had ever done that for me before--at least not with me present. It blessed me enormously! And THEN to top it all off, my new friends bought lots of books and CD's from my table. WOW!!!
I was so thrilled and thankful that God chose to use me once again in spite of my weak self.
As I said during the event, the last year or two have been full of challenges in many different areas of my life. Some of them are so painful I probably won't be able to write or talk about them in public for a long time, until God's healing is more complete.
To be honest, some days, my heart feels like it's been ripped out, stomped on and spat upon. And yet...I have joy. It's amazing, really, but it's true.
Like the scriptures says in James, we can consider it joy when we have trials, knowing that the testing of our faith brings perseverance, character and hope. (Now, I don't like TOO much character building. Maybe you're the same way. In fact, I wish I could say "Game Over" and be done! But God isn't done with me, and will never be done, until heaven.)
The thing is--He does know what's best for me. Whether He gives me things, or takes them away (or allows them to be taken, knowing He can redeem the situation), my Father knows best. I want to trust His heart completely, so that I stop fighting the daily "little deaths" He asks me to accept. For when I die to myself (my desires and my "rights"), I really live.
Life is hard--but God IS good. I'm so thankful that in my weakness, He is strong. I'm grateful that when I say "yes," no matter how hard it is, Jesus is glorified. I'm thankful beyond words that He brings joy and peace (HEALING!) on the other side of pain.
Now THAT's groovy!
