I hear many people complain about how terrible their life is. I’m also guilty. Always moaning about being sick and tired of being sick and tired. “I’m so tired”, “I work for peanuts” etc 😏.
Then I looked at my friends who were all in the same position and we were just moaning about our miserable lives. Oh how we were all falling into a ditch and not recognising that we were bad for each other. We were all blind. Someone once said, “if you want to know who you are, you need to look at your friends”.
Our conversations were futile and irrelevant. Our fellowship brought no edification. Instead of sharpening one another, we were dying spiritually and missing out on life. At that point we didn’t think we missed anything because we were at the best parties, had fresh clothes, and paraded about like pseudo celebs.
We were so caught up on who was doing what and idle gossip and our 20s went by quickly. Yes we were scratching spiritual itches with physical wants. We were asleep, unaware that our world, which we magnified so much was not THE world.
We were distracted, because our makeup and fine clothing mattered more than our spiritual walk and purpose. We wasted time, meandering in life, because we did not know why we were here. We were no better than the prodigal son (Luke 15: 11-32).
But just like that prodigal son, I had a ‘come to myself’ moment. Slowly God began to reveal the good plans for me, plans to prosper me. And so God stirred up my life and everything fell apart. I couldn’t understand why my life was shaking up, but looking back, it was because he was preparing me to be blessed.
So he uprooted me from my familiar environment and planted me in unfamiliar soil where the eyes of my understanding were enlightened, so that I could be fruitful.
No, longer was I falling into ditches by walking in the counsel of the ungodly, standing in the way of sinners, seating in the seats of the scornful. But God was preparing me to be blessed because where I was going is not where he wanted me to be.
So he had to crush me to make me again, another. And yes the crushing is painful but it was worth it. Yes, His plans for us are good, to give us an expected end.
And so I stopped being miserable and accepted what God wanted me to do; pursuing purpose, not people 😊.