My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations. Knowing this that the trying of our faith worketh patience. But let patience have her perfect work that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing.
-- James 1:2-4
I have been a part of a women's Bible study for the past month and we have just begun Beth Moore's James study. I understand that when studying James, if you really take it to heart, it will kick your tail.
I am dreading and looking forward to digging deeper into the book of James. I don't necessarily want my tail kicked, but I probably need it. Who doesn't now and again?
In other news . . .
I have been finding it quite difficult to find joy lately. Going through separation and eventual divorce will do that to a gal. I won't get into details, but I do want to share some of the struggles that I have had in finding joy in the midst of heartache.
And I am writing about it because writing helps me process. Perhaps there will be someone out there that can benefit from my openness.
I thought about starting an entirely different blog to deal with my divorce. But then again, since the theme of this blog is to count it all joy, then I figured this was the place to do it. Besides losing a child, losing a husband is the next worse thing that I can think of at this time.
Of course, it is all relative. And perspective is everything. I want to acknowledge that there are people out there who have worse struggles than I do. Acknowledging that, though, doesn't lessen my struggles.
It's taken me over two months to be able to write this post. So much has happened, and yet, it seems that things are moving incredibly slowly. Grief is like that, I suppose. Two steps forward and one step back.
As far as finding joy, and the point of this blog, I have to say that I have never felt so much love from God and God's family than I have through this terribly difficult time.
Two different church families have reached out to me and my chickadees in so many ways. Our church family in Texas came to us in our last week in Texas with a large SUV full of groceries and household supplies. Everything from chicken and burger to paper products to very special Easter baskets with all the fixin's.
I cried when that special lady opened the back of her SUV and I saw the vehicle crammed with grocery bags. I think I must have hugged her seven or eight times that day. Knowing that God's people listen and obey His leading is a humbling and amazing thing.
My one regret was that we could only enjoy a portion of the blessings she brought. But enjoy them we did! The kids even had Easter baskets a week before the Easter Bunny was supposed to arrive. They thought that was a miracle. I knew that she was a miracle and a blessing sent from God.
I also met a wonderful counselor from our church when I found out that my marriage was in trouble. She was more helpful and encouraging than I expected. And her love for the Lord was obvious. Her prayers were heartfelt and effective.
I knew that I had family at home that were praying for us. At least three people that I knew from childhood contacted me through FB and said, that God had been prompting them to pray for us -- without even knowing why. Church family here in Ohio have been supportive and loving, even though they are denied details.
Having the prayers of righteous, God-fearing people of faith to support me added so much strength and confidence in those initial heartbreaking decisions to leave Texas with my children. And they continue to be a source of strength.
My family has also supported us financially. They have given us a place to live and heal. While the healing isn't complete, it has grown leaps by leaps and bounds. I dare not think what our lives would look like had we not have them to love and support us.
God is faithful. God is so good. God shows His love to us in so many ways. I am blessed beyond measure. More than I deserve. More than I could ever hope for or have imagined.
And that is how I can count it all joy.
Blessings to you and yours,