Yesterday I suddenly had an epiphany — the good old normal days, as we knew them, probably will never come back. Then the sadness overcame me.
And we don’t even know when those old days slipped away.
A pandemic that was eventually going to end, right?
But then the very fiber of our social existence seemed to unravel right in front of our eyes.
So many noises, contradictory information, and hard judgments are making my mind a broken radio.
Five months ago, I worried about which sports we should let the kids play next semester, whether we should move closer to the school, and where our next family vacation would be. — I didn’t appreciate those days enough, because I always thought the better days would be ahead.
Now it’s almost like choosing between life and death.
Send them to school, don’t send them to school.
Sign up for sports, don’t sign up for sports.
Go out to eat as a family or continue to stay home for every meal.
Regardless of your choice, there will be condescending voices coming down on you.
So, where can I turn?
I looked back in the history of my own bloodline — talking about really, really hard times? My mom and my grandma’s generations had it hard.
The Great Leap Forward in the 50’s China brought starvation and death to millions of people. Because of malnutrition, my grandma had swollen fingers. She used those fingers to tend her family while being pregnant with my mom’s younger sister.
The Cultural Revolution ruined my mom’s entire generation; there was no school because everyone was too busy destroying everything that had traditional value, and fighting against the other social class.
Being a poor Irish immigrant family, my husband’s parents and grandparents went through some hard, hard times as well.
So where does that leave us.
There is God; all good things are from Him.
And there is the devil, whose only goal is to lie, cheat, steal, and destroy.
And this world is on the devil’s plate.
You see, there is a spiritual battle every generation has to face; our current troubles seems like nothing compared to the suffering of the generations before us. But still, I believe we are experiencing an epic battle for the souls of our generation right now.
So, the only way left is looking up.
There is One who has seen it all, who I often forget is still in control.
And whose love and mercy I often take for granted.
Someone said: when we count those shooting arrows coming toward us from the enemy, think about how many more of them God has blocked for you.
Yes, think of that!
I am still protected.
I am still provided for.
I am still cared for.
I am still loved.
By choosing to work hard, live with integrity, and hold on to traditional values, the generations before us persevered.
We have so many blessings in our hands, shouldn’t we come out victorious too?
Listen to what David had to say before his balltle with Goliath: “The Lord who rescued me from the paw of the lion and the paw of the bear will rescue me from the hand of this Philistine.”
Indeed God was there with him. And He is here with us too.
Dear heavenly Father, may I think of Your goodness and mercy often so that I can put on the full armor of You, then I can stand firm in this age-old battleground.
In Jesus name, Amen
”For we are not fighting against flesh-and-blood enemies, but against evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world, against mighty powers in this dark world, and against evil spirits in the heavenly places.” Ephesians 6:12
Question for you:
- What kind of battle are you facing right now?
- How are you coping with it?
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