What You Have

What you have. Rebekah Koontz. Thanksgiving

Someone I know lost her mother yesterday. She was in the ICU and declining, and yesterday they got the call.

A week before Thanksgiving.

I know there’s no dad in the picture. That was a tragic story as well.

I shouldn’t know these things about her life. I’m not close to her even to be called a friend. I’ve just been there.

There, in the room, when things have happened. When news was relayed to someone else with me standing by.

I feel like God wanted me to know these things, though I have no right. I’ve no business knowing. I don’t mean to know. It’s just too much of a coincidence that I’ve been there every single time something has happened.

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Doing The Right Thing – Now

Sunday night, my friends and I had a huge deep discussion on life, loving ourselves, and God’s plan. It was around frozen yogurt and at a mini kid’s table where the chairs are six inches off the ground and our knees are up at our stomachs. Thinking back, I guess we looked ridiculous. But we had good talks.

One of the main ones was “I wish I knew what God’s plan was for me. It’d be so much easier.”

Sure, it could be easier to have our whole life mapped out for us on a calendar, but in my opinion, how fun would that be? I think the truth is that we want gold stars. We want God to send down little trinkets, signs, or presents to signify that we’re doing the right thing. That He’s pleased with us, etc.

And He does. If you don’t think so, you’re being lazy in looking for His blessings. That’s not my point for this post though.

We want to know what God’s plan is for us. We want to know what He’d have us do, here and now, so we don’t mess up, so He’s pleased with us, and so forth.

Here’s the trick to that.

Back To Life’s Troubles

I believe it’s a saying. “You can’t run away from your troubles, they just follow you.”

That’s how I feel about being home again. Not that I had trouble troubles.

My room, for example. I leave and come back, and it still desperately needs a spring cleaning. So far I’ve filled a whole trash bag of clothes to give away. I view that as real progress! Baby steps.

Thursday night, I jumped right back in to leading worship for a young ladies’ bible study. My little brother and I were also immediately recruited to house cleaning that same day, after we got back. I was assigned to clean bathrooms and showers. He was assigned to go pick up the left over branches of what used to be a beautiful oleander that my dad had hacked to a stump while we were away. I still don’t know why. My mom also said we’d be vacuuming every day in order to catch up on what cleaning my dad didn’t do, to which my little brother replied.

“Man, we’re only here a day and already. . ” He mimed cracking a whip. It made me laugh.

All this being said, my point is: things will stay the way you leave them. So when you come back, you still have to deal with it.