Slimming Nuts and Resolutions

Have you already started looking back on this year and wondered where it went? This morning I saw this old photo and laughed about how many times I have planned to exercise more and lose weight in the new year. I don’t think that my weight has changed much in 15 years and excercise still comes and goes in spurts. After 30+ years of making Resolutions my favourites have been ones that don’t depend on me at all - but on God. What are you believing for in 2016? Will it depend on you striving to do better or resting more in His Presence?

Lost Socks and a Full Warehouse

Fifteen years ago now, I lived on a missions ship that was sailing around South East Asia. Each member of the crew had a full-time job that kept the ship running smoothly - I cleaned the bathrooms and washed everyone’s clothes. Unfortunately our department kept encountering a problem that would drive people crazy. We kept losing their socks. Now you may laugh, and I may join you, but to some of those crew members this was serious business. There were regular visits to the laundry by frustrated people demanding that we return their socks. How hard could it be for us to accomplish the simple task of washing, drying and returning their clothes? How incompetent were we? Very, obviously.

Now, don’t get me wrong. We took the complaints seriously and made every effort to keep track of every item, searching high and low. We analysed and re-analysed every system, tweaked and refined our processes, trained and retrained our staff, informed and educated our users...but at the end of the day we kept losing socks. Still to this day I have no idea where they ended up. But in the process I discovered a truth that would change my attitude towards life’s frustrations.

See, I wrestled with God about this conundrum. I kept saying to Him, “Jesus, it would be very easy for You to solve this problem and put a stop to all the frustrations and negative exchanges that occur because of it - show us the socks!” But He did not. Instead He transformed my frustrations into a deep sense of empathy and camaraderie with all those involved and we saw the lighter side once more.

It wasn’t so long ago that I experienced the toughest year of my life. Developing an anxiety/depressive disorder shook every part of my world and took me to the extremes of human emotions. All along I wrestled with God. “You could very easily solve what’s going on and the pain can stop.” But He did not. Instead those extreme emotions resounded inside of me and resonated with those around me.
And I realised that God is comfortable with emotions. He’s comfortable with His emotions and He’s comfortable with ours. In fact they are like treasured possessions that bleed from us. Psalms 56:8 mentions God collecting our tears in a bottle. I’m sure I filled a warehouse over that painful journey. But there was a point when the pain stopped. The anxiety stopped. The depression stopped. And a strange sense came over me that not one emotion had been wasted. The warehouse was full and nothing would go unaccounted for.