“Consider it all joy, my brethren, when you encounter various trials,
knowing that the testing of your faith produces endurance.
And let endurance have it perfect result,
that you might be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.”
This was our text for Bible study class this week.
Seems no matter what we study, I am always forced to live it out.
This study is no exception.
They come in all shapes and sizes.
Some last only a few minutes;
others go on and on and on.
Honestly, I think I struggle with the little things the most.
The “biggies” I can lay right in the lap of God and let Him handle it.
Maybe that’s why this week was a week of “little” trials.
The enemy knows I flip out rather than hand them over.
Maybe you don’t believe in spiritual warfare.
If not, come hang out with me and I’ll prove it to you!!!!
Wednesday morning was supposed to be simple.
Go by my daughter’s house and walk my grandson and a friend’s daughter down to school.
Then on to Bible study class where I would have time to
get set up, write my notes on the board, and take a deep breath before teaching.
Nothing is ever that simple, is it?
My usually sweet, easy-going grandson chose Wednesday morning to morph into a kid I didn’t even recognize.
Nothing I did or could do, other than give in to his demand, worked.
And since I stood firm, it wasn’t pretty.
To make a long story short, we were all late for our appointed places.
The room full of women were waiting for me when I finally made my way to class.
My nerves were frazzled.
Tears couldn’t be stopped.
I wanted to just go home and pull a blanket over my head.
Maybe that’s what the enemy hoped I would do.
But, of course, I stayed and after Judy prayed a beautiful prayer to reset the tone of the morning,
we delved into James chapter 1, verses 2-8.
“Count it all joy when you encounter various trials”
After class, I was sitting in a drive-thru line
hoping to grab a little bite of food before working at my
granddaughter’s school for the book fair.
Someone ran into the back of my car!
“God,” I said aloud, “I don’t have time for this!”
Thankfully, there was no damage that a swift push with my foot wouldn’t fix.
So, without lunch, I headed off to the school.
All afternoon, I felt under attack.
Why me, Lord?
What else is going to happen today?
Then God put it all in perspective for me.
My sister called and shared her day.
She had driven a church friend to Greenville to the doctor.
This friend is extremely sick.
Her feet were so swollen she couldn’t wear shoes.
She has to have dialysis 3 times a week.
Just getting her in and out of the house and car was a huge undertaking.
My “trials” were suddenly not so important anymore.
Really just inconveniences.
But do you know the greatest thing we can hold on to no matter the size or type of trial we face?
It is that God’s grace is sufficient!!!!
He gives just exactly the right amount of grace for whatever trial we are enduring.
Did you get that?
HE GIVE JUST EXACTLY THE RIGHT AMOUNT OF GRACE FOR WHATEVER TRIAL WE ARE ENDURING.
And if we ask Him in faith,
He will give us just exactly the right amount of wisdom to deal with the trial.
That’s why we are able to “count it all joy.”
It’s not joy FOR the trial,
but joy for the grace and wisdom to endure the trial,
knowing that God is growing us up into mature Christians;
looking more and more like Jesus everyday.
Lots of love, Sharon