In the scheme of it all, Jesus is still coming back to collect His children and take them home.
-- S-LAM

Your computer, holding all your livelihood, crashed yesterday. The bill collectors, unrelenting and unforgiving, wanted their money 3 weeks ago. The proposal, the one that will secure your professional credibility and financial stability, is due tomorrow by 4:30pm EST and you’re still awaiting 2 signatures and a memorandum of agreement. The baby, your little precious one, is crying right now, again; and your blood pressure is soaring, despite the diuretic regimen and sodium-free life you live.

Both rear tires and the one on the driver’s side have *$#!% nails in them. The neighbor’s raggedy dog has dragged somebody’s nasty trash through your yard, yet again. The oncologist’s office called and said to please call back as soon as you get this message, and your honey, the love of your life, just quit you, no explanations or apologies.

If there was ever a time to stress, lose your mind, and scream at the top of your lungs, this is that one.

But you know what? Jesus is coming back. Wait, even before He gets here, it’s all okay. In the big picture, none of this is that deep. Period.

Really.

The stuff we deal with on a daily basis is annoying, inconvenient, distressing, and even unbearable, and most times we can’t see around our stuff; think there’s no way imaginable we’ll ever be able to overcome the thing; and certainly this is the case that’s going to throw us over the edge where the sharks will catch our fall. This, right here, feels like the end of the world. Well, if it is the end of the world, hopefully you’ve lived righteously and honorably so that God can say, “well done, jump in the chariot baby and let’s ride to the next level.”

It’s hard to move past how you’re feeling about all the ugly stuff that’s happening. You’re so caught up in it, even believing that it’ll all be okay is way beyond what you can grasp, and for anyone to suggest such means they haven’t got a clue. But after you’ve sat in your stuff for a while and turned it over and over, realizing that maybe there is nothing YOU can do about it, perhaps finding peace with it looks like believing (or convincing yourself) that it’s been worked out (for your good, by the way) and that you have to move on because life is much bigger than this thing right here that’s stopping you in this space.

You can’t just wish stuff away; sometimes you can’t even form your lips to say a prayer to pray the stuff away. But in the end - before the end – it’s really okay. Jesus is the reason for any season of your life, and if you can breathe, pray, cry, laugh, and work your way through all the stupid, inopportune, and excruciating stuff of your life, with the greatest amount of self-respect and decorum you can afford, it’s all okay - now, tomorrow, and the day the Lord comes to pick you up for your turn in heaven.

Sadiqqa © 2007