If everything was torn away could I, would I still praise God? A hard question to contemplate. An even harder one to try to answer honestly.
Could I still praise Him?
This year, actually the past couple have been hard on my career, my financials, even my personal life. Two years ago a romantic relationship I thought would never end did, in an ugly way. My career ears has been one set back after another. Friends I thought, believed I could count on won’t even return a phone call. And yet thru it all I am more thankful to God. Not for what has happened, but because He keeps picking me back up and helping me to take one more step forward.
A few dollars I was not expecting showed up, just in time for new tires for my truck, which needed them desperately. This past year God has provided, some times from places I never saw coming, other times from friends, family, or work. Never too late, I haven’t missed a meal, but rarely early or more than just enough.
Not that long ago I would have been a mental disaster trying to deal with all the stuff. Stressed out over where the money was going to come from or how to pay for this or that. But now I find myself not just learning to be ok with not knowing, but laughing at how God provides, even when I can’t see how it will work out the night before.
It has brought me to a place of trusting and leaning more on the Father then I ever have. However that said, I was reading Philippians this morning and I was thinking about Paul, hungry, beaten, all that he went thru and it started me thinking.
I don’t know, and I am thankful I will probably never have to find out.