I'd been at work all day listening to a co-worker gripe and complain about how people act and how no one seems to want to live right. I watched as customers came in and poured out their stories of how life was falling apart for them. It was a long day. I was glad to be headed home and just clear my mind. As I was driving and praying I asked God "where are the testimonies and blessings?". I was sick and tired of hearing all the doom and gloom the world kept pushing on me. And then it hit me. Laying on my heart like it had been there all along.....if you can't see a blessing, be a blessing. So simple. How had I went this long without seeing this? That's been a few years ago and I have to be reminded of this from time to time. Not to let the doom and gloom of this world outshine the Christ in me or I'm part of the problem.
So all this reminds me of a very conservative Pentecostal church my family attended for a time. How people would go for a while and get fed up with the standards and lack of compassion they were feeling from the pulpit. I can still hear how people would describe that church after being away from it for awhile, "there just isn't any love there". Over and over through the years countless members would come and go with the same story. I felt that way myself after leaving. But I now know that as long as I was there, love should've been too. I was waiting on everyone else to do what God had called me to do myself. Maybe there wasn't a lot of love being distributed, but I could've went to share the love I had rather than going to receive and condemn others for what they didn't. I was more of the problem in a way than they were. I could change me. Are we called to give, or receive? I believe that giving is receiving. Please don't ask me to align that last bit with scripture, lol.
So all this reminds me of a very conservative Pentecostal church my family attended for a time. How people would go for a while and get fed up with the standards and lack of compassion they were feeling from the pulpit. I can still hear how people would describe that church after being away from it for awhile, "there just isn't any love there". Over and over through the years countless members would come and go with the same story. I felt that way myself after leaving. But I now know that as long as I was there, love should've been too. I was waiting on everyone else to do what God had called me to do myself. Maybe there wasn't a lot of love being distributed, but I could've went to share the love I had rather than going to receive and condemn others for what they didn't. I was more of the problem in a way than they were. I could change me. Are we called to give, or receive? I believe that giving is receiving. Please don't ask me to align that last bit with scripture, lol.