I wonder sometimes when God humbles me why I don’t stay down here where I belong. It really is a good place to be. It’s quiet here, and calm, and there is no looking down, only up at Him (and He’s so good to look at :) Oh, it takes some undoing to get here, but when I do finally yield under His hand I wonder why I ever resisted. And I wonder even more that He still loves me, and not just a little either. God loves extravagantly, as well He should, because He is love. He’s also holy which is why He can’t tolerate sin, even (or is it especially?) in His children. So yeah, “though no discipline for the moment seems pleasant” it’s afterward that the yields come. God doesn’t waste anything, but causes all things to work together for good, for those who are called according to His purpose. So what is my purpose, Lord? I ask the question most people ask, believers and unbelievers alike, What is my mission in life? What am I supposed to be doing?
I’m still waiting for an answer, though while I wait I believe my “mission” is simple enough. Love people. I used to think I was pretty good at that until He challenged me a year or so ago and added “where they’re at.” Ah, this is where the rubber meets the road! He knows it’s impossible to do that if there is even a hint of a judgmental spirit, and He’s had to hold the mirror up to my face on more occasions than I’d care to admit.