As an American, it is hard to not buy into the "American Dream." The beautiful home, husband with a nine to five job and of course the 2.5 kids. A life without struggle or hardships, this is the life that I want. But that's not always God's plan. Because the moment I focus on material things, the moment I rely on someone else to make me happy and the moment I get comfortable, is the moment I stop depending on God. Recently I have had a few trials, and I keep finding myself questioning God. Why am I going through this? Why don't I get a break? It wasn't until I was sitting in church this Sunday that I remembered. I asked for this. I've asked God repeatedly to use me for his purpose.
I asked him for trials
I asked him for pain
I asked him to keep me single
I asked him to use me
I asked him to keep me from comfort
I'm sorry I forget so easily what he's done for me. I was a mess in sin and he brought me out of it.
Romans 5:8 says that "But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us." His love is amazing. But the he doesn't stop there. He calls me to discomfort. Sometimes it's hard when I feel like it's just one thing after another, but I know that one day it will be worth it. C.S Louis once said, "My prayer is that when I die, all of hell rejoices that I am out of the fight." I want to live like that. I want to struggle. I want to live for Christ.