The right season

It’s not the right season…

Going through a season of…

Loving the season I’m in…

Jer 29:4-7

This is what the Lord Almighty, the God of Israel, says to all those I carried into exile from Jerusalem to Babylon: “Build houses and settle down; plant gardens and eat what they produce. Marry and have sons and daughters; find wives for your sons and give your daughters in marriage, so that they too may have sons and daughters. Increase in number there; do not decrease. Also, seek the peave and prosperity of the city to which I have carried you into exile. Pray to the Lord for it, because if it prospers, you too will prosper.”

My immediate thoughts after reading this: One would’ve thought that the plan God would’ve had would be to bring His people out of exile and back into their promised land ASAP. If I was a resident of Jerusalem taken into exile, I’d be praying and expecting a miracle (Walls of Jericho v2.0) and the very last thing I’d expect is God telling me to put down roots where I was.

Planting gardens, getting married, having kids and worrying about daycare and increasing the local economy, all these are things people do to settle down! Surely that’s not the right season to do this! Is God out of His mind? Isn’t He supposed to….And that’s where I place God within my box.

My box that says I’m not in the right place, season or time to do what God is wanting of me. My box that says I have a right to feel and act and say things a certain way, because of how OTHERS have treated me or how CIRCUMSTANCES have changed, or how THINGS have happened. My box that leaves no room for change until and unless God acts in a way I EXPECT/PREDICT.

Jer 29:8-9

Yes, this is what the Lord Almighty, the God of Israel, says: “Do not let the prophets and diviners among you deceive you. Do not listen to the dreams you encourage them to have. They are prophesying lies to you in my name. I have not sent them,” declares the Lord.

I bet those guys were trying to rile up the Jerusalemites in exile, trying to incite rebellion (good thing Rogue One wasn’t released back then!) and generally getting the people up in arms about returning at once to Jerusalem. Popular opinion would’ve been with them, and “of course, God’s promise was that we would inherit the promised land, so we won’t be here long!” How easily I can grab on to external voices/circumstances that seem to point me to the direction I expect!

Jer 29:10-11

This is what the Lord says: “When seventy years are completed for Babylon, I will come to you and fulfill my good promise to bring you back to this place. For i know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord,  “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”

Jer 29:12

“Then you will call on me and come an pray to me, and I will listen to you.”

Jer 29:13

“You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.”

Jer 29:14

“I will be found by you,” declares the Lord, “and will bring you back from captivity. I will gather you from all the nations and places where I have banished you,” declares the Lord, “and will bring you back to the place from which I carried you into exile.”

It’s almost as if God is telling the people in exile to seek Him above all else, and that they will find Him and in doing so, find themselves back in their homeland.  Funny, that.

Seasons are fine, they happen to everyone. But let’s not put them above the Word and will of God and resign ourselves and block our ears and curb our seeking of Him above all else while using “seasons” as an excuse.

Ok time to get married and buy a house!

 

PS: 1 post a week catchup completed!

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New revelation

I’d never pick a plum that looked like this.  However I’ve recently been told that the discolorations on it actually can help identify ones that may be sweeter.  That feeling of thinking I know but really, I don’t. And of how much there is still to discover

Speak to me

I’m listening.

There are waves ahead, some huge ones I can’t yet see beyond. Clouds gather overhead, meeting the water’s edge, pregnant with the promise of rain. The water is murky, with shapes just below the surface too blurry to make out. With only a faint idea of North, and no assurance of land anytime soon, the captain has to make a decision. Steer by his head and turn around, or steer into the storm and follow his heart.

ADDIT:

“For the revelation awaits an appointed time. It speaks of the end and will not prove false. Though it linger, wait for it; it will certainly come, and will not delay.”

Habakkuk 2:3

“My son, pay attention to what I say; turn your ear to my words. Do not let them out of your sight, keep them within your heart; for they are life to those who find them and health to one’s whole body. Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.”

Proverbs 4:20-23

  • how interesting that ‘guarding your heart’ or ‘observing your inner man’ should be so high on the priority list

 

I’m not sure what i should be feeling

A journey that began in 2008 and ended yesterday, 8 years later is not one that’s easily captured by a few sentences.  

I’ve been asked a fair few times what is like to work as long as we do, to attain the level of being considered a specialist.  

While the answers I’ve given vary from time to time, I think the underlying theme is that we feel the outcome will be worth the long over-worked hours scurrying around ordering tests, drawing blood and figuring or why our patients aren’t getting better any faster.  That all the effort pays off somehow and that at the culmination of our training, a figurative and literal sigh of both relief and gratefulness is heard, fully justifying all the hard yards. 

And the bit that’s ‘worth it’? I’m sure the monetary upgrade (for most) is a nice perk, as will the more flexible working hours and the advantages of being more involved in the upper echelons, being able to determine how things are run, rather than being told what to do. But if we wanted to get rich quick there are far easier ways, likewise if we had yearned for any of the above.  I suspect that in those of us who did the time, there was a moment somewhere in those 8 years where we realised what we’re doing gives us joy.  Maybe not all the time (though certainly there are those around us fortunate enough to have that), but enough to keep us trudging on.  

And so here I am, at the proverbial pot of gold, leaving the life of a registrar behind.  There’s a sense of freedom which is both scary and exciting. And with everything that’s going on (or not, as the case is) in life at the moment, it’s a nice feeling to have.