When Stuff Doesn’t Make Sense
Have you ever been through a situation in your life that just didn’t make sense? What did you do? I’m learning there are two responses we fall into when stuff happens that doesn’t make sense. We either try to figure stuff out and fix it, or we give it to God and trust Him to fix it. I’m also learning that when stuff happens that doesn’t make sense God’s hand is right in the middle of it, because when it’s all said and done He gets all the glory.
Remember when Joseph’s brothers sold him into slavery because they were jealous of him? That certainly didn’t make any sense. Remember when the angel Gabriel greeted Mary and told her she was going to become pregnant by Holy Spirit? That really didn’t make any sense. Remember when Jesus interrupted Saul/Paul on the Damascus road and told him He had something for him to do even though he had been persecuting the saints. That didn’t make any sense. I could go on and on and on, but you get my point.
Have you ever wondered why God allows stuff to happen that doesn’t make sense? I sure have. I became pregnant for the first time at the age of 45. I was ecstatic, and my family and friends were too. Everything seemed perfect to me and it seemed to be the right time. When I went in for my first ultrasound the doctor couldn’t see anything in the sac, so she sent me for blood tests. Blood tests came back in the normal range for a pregnant person, so she scheduled a second ultrasound. This time she thought she saw something, so she sent me to a different facility with more modern equipment. I went in for a third ultrasound and there was nothing there. I was diagnosed with a blighted ovum. I had never heard of such a thing. I was devastated. Crushed. Perplexed. Disappointed. I couldn’t understand how this could happen. It didn’t make sense. I cried to God. I reminded Him that He told me I was going to have a son, and that he was going to have a dynamic ministry. I cried a river of tears, but I kept pressing on. My husband, family, and friends encouraged me and prayed for and with me. Even so I wondered because it just didn’t make sense to me. Everything had been perfect in my mind.
The doctor said most likely there was some kind of chromosomal abnormality, and the baby could have come deformed or with Down syndrome or some other issue.
I’ve decided it’s a good thing when stuff doesn’t make sense because God has a plan. Look how Joseph ended up saving his family during the famine, and becoming governor in Egypt. Look how Mary gave birth to the son of God, the savior of the world. Look how Paul preached the gospel to the Gentiles and wrote most of the New Testament. I don’t know how my story is going to end, but I am so excited and expectant to see what God’s plan is in the middle of my stuff that didn’t make sense. I think it’s something GREAT!
If you’re going through stuff that doesn’t make sense be encouraged. Read your bible and read about all the stuff that happened that didn’t make sense and how God worked it out, and used it for His glory. God has a plan. God’s plans are good. God’s plans are generational. God’s plans are great. Keep on pressing on and living by faith.
Love,
Miss Terri
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