Not Everything is about me!

Someone puts a post on Facebook pointing out that some people will lie–I immediately wonder what lie have I told now?…..knowing good and well I don’t lie; not deliberately anyway.

A post is shared on social media about fake friends and true friends; I’m estranged from a friend–immediately she/he is talking about me.

A scripture is shared about right and wrong-love and hate-anything….the preacher is making digs at me!!!

God only knows what moved that particular person to post/write or otherwise share what they shared. They may have been thinking of someone in their past. It may very well have spoken to THEM in their time of need.

So why do we automatically assume that everything anyone with whom we are out of sorts with is posting stuff about us.

Many years ago a dear friend of mine taught me a very important lesson. We had gone to a craft show together; she, my hubby and I. We had a wonderful morning but around noon a heavy thunderstorm blew up, it thundered and lightened, the wind blew and the rain came down hard and fast. Canopies were blown around, people’s ware were blown over, wet, damaged and otherwise in disarray. All my woodwork got wet. All my friend’s tee-shirts were wet. We gathered it all up, stuffed it in the van and drove home to dry it all out.

On the ride home I asked this question: You know, I haven’t been attending church like I should. You think God is punishing me because of that?

My friend looked at me and with all the love she felt for me she said: Klara, God would not punish all those people just to punish you for not going to church regularly. You are not that important!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I always think of that when I’m temped to take it personally. Yes, I do look for the message God is sending me, but I don’t think I’m so important that God would wet a whole craft show just to get to me. So when you read that post on social media, look for the lesson, apply it if it’s applicable. Please don’t see it as being a jab at you! Not everything is about YOU.

The Deed is Done

Our pastor and his family are gone. Those who wanted him gone are happy as larks. Those who didn’t are moving forward with a better understanding of what church people are capable of doing.
I often wonder if I’m a hypocrite or if I’m doing what God would have me do by staying. I don’t hate those who had aught against the pastor. I can’t find it in my heart to truly hate anyone. I want the best for them. I want God’s love and blessings in their life. I am aware of who and what most of the people are: I accept them as who they are. I don’t put my trust in people. My trust is in the Lord.

I feel that one-possibly more–are out to get me. Too many factors/comments/questions point in that direction. The Bible says that no weapon formed against me shall prosper. I claim that. So, just as with my pastor and his family, should ‘they’ whom ever ‘they’ are succeed in removing me from the physical church I attend; they will never remove me from the Lamb’s Book of Life. They will never dampen my spirit. I will continue to serve my God where ever I may be planted.

The secretary is told to be sue and check the bank statements to be sure no checks were made to cash. A bag of Fritos was taken; a bag intended to feed the people who bought chilli plates Sunday. The statement was made: It was JUST a bag of chips. A bag of chips the church paid for, a bag of chips intended for a Sunday fund raiser meal, a bag of chips which caused us to run out sooner than we would have. But it’s just a bag of chips.

Maybe a ugly reaction was expected. Nope. Wasn’t one. I was curious about where it went. More so since there were 2 dollars in a bowl in the kitchen-the amount of the bag of chips. No, that was for yard sale stuff.

I can’t help what others think or do or say. That is between them and God. I am only responsible for me. I have a hard enough keeping me where I need to be with God. I’m working hard on only saying what I would be able to say face to face with the person I am speaking about. I don’t always accomplish this; but I work on it.