This post contains my brief but deep thoughts today, and was produced to add to the link-up at Five Minute Friday, where the word for the week is depend.
Another shooting on the news this morning.
And this trailing shortly behind natural disasters that have affected so many.
When will it ever end?
There is trouble in this world, to be sure. Every day brings more confirmation, whether it is broadcast from the news or I feel a discord deep inside my heart.
I almost didn’t write on this link-up. When I saw the word prompt, “depend”, I thought it was too similar to the last post I wrote for this link-up on the word, “support“.
But after listening to details of a new (and possibly the worst) shooting on the radio while driving today, my thoughts, emotions and determination turned back once again to my utter dependence on God.
I can’t do this life alone. I just can’t.
But neither could my relatives long ago who followed the prompting of the Holy Spirit and left the Ukraine for North America. If they didn’t listen, I probably wouldn’t be here today. My grandmother from that same family depended on God her whole life, from the painful loss of my grandparents’ six-year old son (my mother’s young brother), through an early death of my grandfather to a heart attack (yet still managing to live a full and joyful life in the midst of hardships), to a difficult, yet victorious end at the ripe age of 93.
On my father’s side of the family, my grandfather became blind as a young man. Despite the fear and frustration of having to depend on his wife for support (in a time where this was contrary to society), he embraced his condition in time and was one of the most happy (even silly!) people I’ve known. My grandmother became the provider for the family for many years. They both depended on their faith in a God in whom they chose to trust.
My mother, grandmother, father-in-law and my sister’s first husband all fought cancer. There are those in the family who are fighting today, but not without dependence on their faith to see them through each day. There are many different outcomes to their unique struggles, but what they had in common was they all chose to depend on God and trust him to use their circumstances for their ultimate good.
I have seen and felt joy, peace, blessing and extreme happiness, and have lived through pain, hurt, fears and disappointment.
And through it all, I am not ashamed to say that I depend on a faithful God who loves me, even through the hard times.
I admit my absolute need to lean on those around me whom he provides for my support, help and pleasure.
I desire to be one on whom others can depend.
I’m so thankful that often dependence is a happy thing, but grateful also that it is there when I simply cannot.
My life will continue to depend on more than just myself.
And that’s OK.
It is a gift.