by Macy Johnson
“When we are judged by the Lord, we are being disciplined
so that we will not be condemned with the world.”
(1 Corinthians 11:32 NIV)
We found a painter in April to paint our decks and doors. Promise after promise disintegrated. Six months later the Lord suggested I contact the painters who originally painted our new house. They came and did a wonderful job, not perfect, but very good.
While reading in my favorite chair I heard a “thud” hit the deck door. Upon investigation, I discovered a large bird had flown into the door and left a noticeable white mark on the dark green paint. I had to chuckle and thank God anyway that the doors were painted. My dream of a perfect paint job was a mission impossible.
We booked the best campsite ten months prior. Being close to the restrooms and near the creek made it the coveted spot of surrounding campers. My husband and I enjoyed the perfect campout until the last night.
The creek’s gentle roar drowned out all noises as we drifted off to sleep. Then our neighbors decided to have a loud fireside chat outside our screened windows. “Oh, they’ll quiet down soon,” my husband said at 9:00, “since quiet hours begin at 10:00.” Three hours later I turned on the overhead AC fan in our camper, to help muffle the loud talking outside.
In both of these instances, I wanted to complain to God. Why would He allow a bird to spoil the new paint job or inconsiderate campers to disturb my restful sleep? Oswald Chambers reminds us, “God’s batterings always come in commonplace ways and through commonplace people.” My heavenly father’s disciplines remind me life without Him is not perfect.
I thank Jesus for being my only hope of perfection. I hope you will, too!