Not “Just the Facts”

Fact: I have not posted anything for almost three weeks. I just have not felt like writing and I have been too distracted by other things going on in my life.

The Whole Truth: When I become distracted due to unsettling situations in my life I tend to ignore them. One way to ignore them is to avoid writing my blog. When I mentioned my being distracted to my son, he texted “Do what you do. Blog about some of it.” I guess it is time to deal with what I am trying to avoid.

Fact: Procedures are being instituted at work causing multiple changes in how I need to supervise my workers.

The Whole Truth: I have to admit I am slowing down. In the past I would have attacked these changes and more. Now, I wonder about getting things right. (Read the next part.)

Fact: After about 127 years, the business for whom Diane my wife works, is closing their Christian bookstore and laying off more than half of the staff. She is one of them.

The Whole Truth: Diane will be one of the three in her department to be kept on for the next 3 1/2 years to finish publishing a new hymnal for our church body. I consider that a tribute to her abilities and how her work reflects her love for her Savior. But it brings my retirement into sharp focus. I am not sure I am ready to deal with that, but the previous truth is a strong signal that I need to do something.

Fact:  My sixteen year old granddaughter is facing something that no one her age should.

The Whole Truth: It seems I can do nothing to help her and the way she is handling this has every appearance of making things worse. But when I feel helpless, actually before I reach that point, I know I need to pray. God has this all resolved already in his way. I can trust him, after all, as he sent his Son to die for everyone–and that includes my granddaughter. He loves her.

Fact:  Tomorrow is Mother’s Day and things are not necessarily working out the way I want.

The Whole Truth:  Diane is the best mother and grandmother with whom anyone could ever be blessed. She loves equally and shows that love every time she has contact with both our kids and grandchildren. Most importantly, she tirelessly pleads for them to Jesus. I want to be sure that is reflected in how we celebrate Mother’s Day. Maybe that should extend to, let’s say, about 364 more days.

As I write this it feels like a lot of “stuff.” And yet, breaking them down one by one, my distractions seem more manageable. No, I do not have resolution–yet. But now, I have hope. Not because I will devise some skillful strategy to solve these issues. Not because I finally wrote about them.

I have hope because I finally am in the process of turning this all over to my heavenly Father. Just like with my alcoholism, I needed to get past the surface facts and to the truth of what is really going on with me. That took a while. I would think by now I would have learned. But, at least, I am here and the problems are in God’s hands. That does not mean I have nothing to do. But I can better accept that I can only deal with those things I can change–no matter how small those appear to be.

I am reminded about a passage from Matthew. Who among you, if his son asks him for bread, would give him a stone? Or who, if his son asks for a fish, would give him a snake? Then if you know how to give good gifts to your children, even though you are evil, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him! Matthew 7:9-11. (EHV)

This is all in my heavenly Father’s hands. And what a father he is. God is so good.

I hope you come back so I can update you with the resolution to these issues.

I will wait you.

Not a lovely voice in this song. But the message is something I know to be true, no matter what the “facts” appear to say.


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