Journal entry February 13, 2018
This morning I opened my eyes and Penelope and Jason were already up and about and I could hear them stirring in the kitchen. I looked at my phone and it was after 8 o’clock. I had slept in. The sand under my eyelids made it hard for them to stay open. Jason popped his head in the room to see if I was awake yet. “I don’t want to get out of bed today,” I said in my poor-me-voice. Jason smiled and asked if he could make me my favorite tea. I plopped my frizzy head back onto the pillow and lay staring at the ceiling listening to Jason filling up the pot for tea.
“Ugh!” I grumbled at the thought of our well water system here at the house. We have been seeing a bit of sediment coming out from our pipes.
“Why God?” I was staring beyond the ceiling now. “Why would you move us here with water that could possibly harm us? Why couldn’t we just have normal pipes like everybody else?”
Immediately the story of Elijah came to my mind.
1 Kings 17:
2 Then the Lord said to Elijah, 3 “Go to the east and hide by Kerith Brook, near where it enters the Jordan River. 4 Drink from the brook and eat what the ravens bring you, for I have commanded them to bring you food.”
5 So Elijah did as the Lord told him and camped beside Kerith Brook, east of the Jordan. 6 The ravens brought him bread and meat each morning and evening, and he drank from the brook.
I wonder if Elijah said or thought “Eew God, really? You’re having a scavenger, an unclean bird bring me meat, a carcass from a dead animal? That’s what your going to feed me with? Meat that possibly has parasites? Bread that is delivered from a beak of a scavenger?”
Or did he thank the Lord and put his faith in the fact that this was provisions from the All Mighty Maker of the heavens and earth and trust it would not harm his belly/body?
Verse 5 didn’t say if he questioned it. It just said he did as he was told.
While God was using his servant and prophet Elijah, He could have put him up in the nicest hotel and fed him the fanciest food. But he didn’t. He sent him to live in the wilderness to drink water from a brook (that eventually dried up) and wait for ravens to bring him meat and bread.
“Do you know what a brook looks like that’s is drying up? Looks like our well water,” I laughed at my own snarky joke.
God didn’t make Elijah’s circumstances smooth and easy while Elijah was doing The work of the Lord. Why?
When I lay there thinking about myself in Elijah’s situation it stressed me out. Could I have been in that situation and have been faithful?
Am I in a situation similar and I complain about the water I have to drink and how difficult my life is right now? I am no prophet and I haven’t been commanded by God to live in this particular house, but I have been commanded as a Christian to “Go into all the world and proclaim the gospel to the whole creation.”
As God’s ambassador, am I faithfully doing his work or have I stopped to complain about my life asking God to make it easier for me?
Can I say to Him, “Give me any assignment Lord and I will put my whole trust in you, for your kingdom Lord!” Even if it didn’t make sense to me or fit in my comfort zones. Even if was afraid.
When I say to Him, “Use me.”
Would He say to me one day, “I tried to but you complained too much that the mission was too hard for you. You asked me to take you out of the mission field.”
Here I am late in the morning waking up in North Carolina. I’m out of my comforts. I live in a mobile home that has strange smells sometimes. I miss my family, my mother. The water is wonky. This is where God has me at this moment in time. Can I serve him today without questioning or complaining?