My daughter came home from church this week and shared a quote that one of our friends had mentioned: “What if you woke up today with only what you thanked God for yesterday?” It was an instant revelation to me. Let’s see, I would probably have a roof over my head—with no walls. I would have fresh, running water and my precious family. Some days I would have a bed to lay my head on the next evening, and I would most certainly have my treasured Bible.
I looked around at all the things I would usually end up without—and all the things that would probably never show up. Pens and notepaper, a (most of the time) faithfully running vehicle, shoes for my feet and the feet of my children (I say this with shame, as this very item is one of the most often pled-for needs), a varmint-free and virtually insect-free kitchen; and the list goes on.
Then there is the one item I intentionally left out for you: my computer.
How these machines can be so annoying and yet so helpful in one shot, I still wonder over. With all the troubles I face with this complex tool of mine, I rarely even stop to thank God for it. It seems that the thing practically has a mind of its own. It runs at a fairly decent speed when it feels like it; but if it decides it has something more important to do than what I am trying to work on, I may have to sit back and wait several seconds before my mouse will respond without seeming magnetized in place or before the letters my fingers have typed on the keyboard actually appear on my screen.
Then when you add satellite internet and web design, with “html” and “css” and…argh! I have a lot to learn.
“My brethren”—yes, and sisters, James says to me—“count it all joy when you fall into diverse temptations, knowing this that the trying of your faith worketh patience: but let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.” I may be tempted to say, “But I don’t understand!” Yet before my thoughts were ever conceived, the Lord knew them.
“If any of you lack wisdom,” the very next sentence continues, “let him ask of God that giveth to all men liberally and upbraideth not, and it shall be given him.” Praise God!
Sometimes, I fall. Like Peter on the sea, I have taken my eyes off Jesus. But “rejoice not against me, O mine enemy: when I fall I shall arise; when I sit in darkness, the Lord shall be a light unto me…. He shall bring me forth to the light, and I shall behold his righteousness.” I must continually embrace the wisdom in “In all things give thanks, for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning” me.
By His Mercy, Hastening Home,