Glory of His Plan
Can someone exchange souls with me pls:) Okay what the crap was that. I just hate the position i'm in sometimes; my life and all. Struggling with a problem that's like not 'tangible'; sucks alot. I hate being affected so much by it, while to the rest of the world it's nothing. I so wanna go back to my childhood. But that's childish thinkin, so I shall grow up. I know i'm gonna be so amazed when i climb over this mountain.
Wait on the Lord. That's easy, especially when there's nothing else we can do. When there's no one else to turn to and no where we can escape to. When the pathway's destroyed and the signs are pointing to hopelessness. I think God wants more than that.
Wait on the Lord with joy. Now that's hard. I want to move on so bad. Really I want to move on so damn friggin badly, I'll do almost anything to get out of this. Stuck in this valley for so long, I will climb my ass up and over this stupid mountain and friggin get over it. I cry with all my heart; I WANT TO MOVE ON. But there seems no way out.
I'm so affected sometimes, but you don't even know. Heck; probably never even bothered you. But it's alright; God knows. In the meantime though, looks like i'll be the big time loser. And it's always my fault. Not anyone, not God, but mine. Ok the more I'm typing, the more my blood is boiling. Don't know why I'm angry. But this week was more of a weary one, though there were good slacking times, but the mind's a battlefield. I get owned in that. My emotions just run.
Hope this following true story encourages you. From 'Facing Your Giants' by Lucado.
Willem wanted to preach. By the age of 25, he'd experienced enough life to know he was made for ministry. He sold art, taught language, traded in books; he could make a living, but it wasn't a life. His life was in the church. His passion was with the people.
So his passion took him to the coalfields of southern Belgium. There in the spring of 1879, this Dutchman began to minister to the simple, hardworking miners of Borinage. Within weeks, his passion was tested. A mining disaster injured scores of villagers. Willem nursed the wounded and fed the hungry; even scraping the slag heaps to give his people fuel.
After the rubble was cleared and the dead were buried, the young preacher had earned a place in their hearts. The tiny church over-flowed with people hungry for his simple messages of love. Young Willem was doing what he'd always dreamed of doing.
But...
One day his superior came to visit. Willem's lifestyle shocked him. The young preacher wore an old soldier's coat. His trousers were cut from sacking, and he lived in a simple hut. Willem had given his salary to the people. The church official was unimpressed. "You look more pitiful than the people you came to teach," he said.
Willem asked if Jesus wouldn't have done the same. The older man would have none of it. This was not the proper appearance for a minister. He dismissed Willem from othe ministry. The young man was devastated. He only wanted to build a church. He only wanted to honor God. Why God wouldn't let him do His work?
Initially, he was hurt and angry. He lingered in the small village, not knowing where to turn. But one afternoon he noticed an old miner bending beneath an enormous weight of coal. Caught by the poignancy of the moment, Willem began to sketch the weary figure. His first attempt was crudem but then he tried again. He didn't know it, but at that very moment, Willem discovered his true calling.
Not the robe of clergy, but the frock of an artist.
Not the pulpit of a pastor, but the palette of a painter.
Not the ministry of words, but of images. The young man the leader would not accept became an artist the world could not resist:
Wait on the Lord. That's easy, especially when there's nothing else we can do. When there's no one else to turn to and no where we can escape to. When the pathway's destroyed and the signs are pointing to hopelessness. I think God wants more than that.
Wait on the Lord with joy. Now that's hard. I want to move on so bad. Really I want to move on so damn friggin badly, I'll do almost anything to get out of this. Stuck in this valley for so long, I will climb my ass up and over this stupid mountain and friggin get over it. I cry with all my heart; I WANT TO MOVE ON. But there seems no way out.
I'm so affected sometimes, but you don't even know. Heck; probably never even bothered you. But it's alright; God knows. In the meantime though, looks like i'll be the big time loser. And it's always my fault. Not anyone, not God, but mine. Ok the more I'm typing, the more my blood is boiling. Don't know why I'm angry. But this week was more of a weary one, though there were good slacking times, but the mind's a battlefield. I get owned in that. My emotions just run.
Hope this following true story encourages you. From 'Facing Your Giants' by Lucado.
Willem wanted to preach. By the age of 25, he'd experienced enough life to know he was made for ministry. He sold art, taught language, traded in books; he could make a living, but it wasn't a life. His life was in the church. His passion was with the people.
So his passion took him to the coalfields of southern Belgium. There in the spring of 1879, this Dutchman began to minister to the simple, hardworking miners of Borinage. Within weeks, his passion was tested. A mining disaster injured scores of villagers. Willem nursed the wounded and fed the hungry; even scraping the slag heaps to give his people fuel.
After the rubble was cleared and the dead were buried, the young preacher had earned a place in their hearts. The tiny church over-flowed with people hungry for his simple messages of love. Young Willem was doing what he'd always dreamed of doing.
But...
One day his superior came to visit. Willem's lifestyle shocked him. The young preacher wore an old soldier's coat. His trousers were cut from sacking, and he lived in a simple hut. Willem had given his salary to the people. The church official was unimpressed. "You look more pitiful than the people you came to teach," he said.
Willem asked if Jesus wouldn't have done the same. The older man would have none of it. This was not the proper appearance for a minister. He dismissed Willem from othe ministry. The young man was devastated. He only wanted to build a church. He only wanted to honor God. Why God wouldn't let him do His work?
Initially, he was hurt and angry. He lingered in the small village, not knowing where to turn. But one afternoon he noticed an old miner bending beneath an enormous weight of coal. Caught by the poignancy of the moment, Willem began to sketch the weary figure. His first attempt was crudem but then he tried again. He didn't know it, but at that very moment, Willem discovered his true calling.
Not the robe of clergy, but the frock of an artist.
Not the pulpit of a pastor, but the palette of a painter.
Not the ministry of words, but of images. The young man the leader would not accept became an artist the world could not resist:
Vincent Willem van Gogh
His "but God" became a "yet God".
Who's to say yours won't become the same?
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