We will be disappointed.
By our friends. (Even best friends.)
By our family. (Spouse included.)
By friends or family who have zero interest in our endeavors. (Super hurtful because we are passionate about what we put our hands to!)
By the hand life dealt us. (God is Sovereign.)
By the size of our waistbands. (Darn those irresistible tacos!)
By an ice storm that failed to deliver. (Sounds odd unless you happened to be in certain areas of Kansas City recently.)
My point is that without a doubt people will disappoint us. In ways, we couldn’t even imagine.
We could choose to carry a grudge.
We could bind up the disappointment/anger internally.
We could vent to your spouse/friend/whomever.
We could journal.
We could eat more tacos…and chocolate…I’ll vote for that!
OR, when disappointed, we could remember that we work for the Lord only, not for man. Colossians 3:23-24 says, “Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving”
We could remember that the opinion of Him matters far more than anyone here on earth.
And, that we need to continue to show love to those who disappoint us. Christ’s love. A Supernatural love that we cannot possibly muster on our own. We need to remember that God said, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness” (2 Corinthians. 12:9)
We entered 2021 excited for what was to come. Things were looking up! We had a goal, a vision, and a purpose that gave us great joy. We had it all planned out. Our amazing graphic designer, Preston, had created the artwork. I had sourced just the right garments. Our trusty local printer printed onto the amazing garments. We had created giftable items for folks who might be looking for something more than apparel. We spent several months curating, sourcing, and working towards our goal of launching THE most amazing thing ever. We had a plan; (we have learned over 5 years to plan far ahead of the seasons.) We even had a pop-up planned at a trendy store. We were super excited to launch this powerful, hopefully life-giving movement. Everything was on target.
Then…during a benign Monday night in early January, we got a phone call. For anyone who has ever been a caregiver, you know that when you see the facility name and number pop up on your screen, your heart drops a little bit.
In mid-March, Kansas declared that schools would close for the rest of the school year. Other states soon made the same determination.
Very quickly we started hearing terms like “Shelter at Home” and “Social distancing.” “Quarantine” was a word seldom heard these days…until now when we hear it daily.
The words “Pandemic” and “Plague,” although foreign and strange to the younger generation, engender memories giving rise to fear in the minds and hearts of the oldest among us.
Businesses and churches closed,
The economy faltered,
Violence at home is increasing,
and Deaths from the virus are reported daily.
Many of us have only seen times like these in movies or read about them in books.
and Discouragement is on the rise, exacerbated by the news reports and accompanied by weather fluctuations from cold and wintry to mild and spring-like and back to wintry again.
And we are all wondering, "How long???"
Nothing is certain except that nothing is certain.
I always love it when I read those words “But God” in my Bible. Often they follow bad circumstances or evil, offering hope to a situation that would otherwise seem hopeless.
As I pushed forward and backward the seemingly heavy vacuum and saw the white pup hair that was being taken away little by little, I lost it. Literally had a breakdown right there in the living room. The room was quiet except for the hum of the vacuum. It did not matter that no one was around, I could not help but bawl uncontrollably thinking of our beloved Gidget and the fact that we had to put yet another dog down...
What do you do when you lose a beloved pet? Kelly Sue shares her and her husband's journey through their grieving process of losing their beloved dog, Gidget, and how Barkin Dogs Rescue found them not one, but two new pups to adopt and love!