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Blessed and Highly Favored

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If you spend any time around Evangelical churches I’m sure you’ve heard the above expression. Often when someone will ask “how are you?”, the automatic response is “I’m blessed and highly favored”.

The meaning of this, of course, is that the person believes that God is blessing their life because He has chosen them to receive a special blessing. These days, more often than not, such beliefs center on the financial aspects of one’s life, rather than on spiritual growth or maturity.

Now, to be perfectly honest I do not care for the expression “blessed and highly favored”. This is because it appears to elevate one over another, or to indicate that God, who loves us all the same through Christ, actually prefers one of us over another of His children. A careful study of scripture reveals that we are all the same in Christ (Gal. 3:28).

Now having said all of this, I would like to state that if it were possible for a man to be “blessed and highly favored”, I would be that man. Speaking strictly from a relational viewpoint, I am indeed “blessed and highly favored”. Let me explain.

Less than 48 hours ago I went into the hospital for a procedure, one that I had gone through about seventeen years ago. Only when the procedure had been completed was I made aware of just how serious my condition was, and that my life had just been saved.

Of course, my immediate reaction was one of sincere gratitude to God for sparing my life. This is a very humbling experience, to say the least, and I will not stop giving thanks to Him for such a blessing as this.

However, as a famous announcer used to say, there is more to the story. I understand that God saved my life, and many prayers went up beforehand for the Dr.’s and Staff that would be taking care of me. But there was an Angel who never left me that I want to tell you about.

From the moment I went into the hospital, my precious wife never left my side except for the time I was undergoing the procedure. She stayed with me through it all, even spending the night with me, refusing to leave my side.

What a contrast we must have appeared to be to the Staff at the hospital! Early in the morning while being prepped and all that goers on prior to, I was stationed in a holding area with several other patients. You know the type, the cubicles that are enclosed by a curtain where you can hear everything being said by everyone there!

To my right was a couple that did nothing but complain. The patient complained about how long she had to wait, how long the procedure would take, how long before she could go home, how bad she needed to go to the bathroom. Her husband had apparently came in later than she thought he should have, so she blasted him for being late, reading a book, checking phone messages, you name it!

Yet there was my wife, being the calming influence I so desperately needed. Touching my arm or holding my hand, speaking only words of comfort and encouragement. There are no words to describe what she meant to me at that time.

We waited for three hours for the nurse to come and take me away, and not one time would she leave my side. Tell me, especially you men who happen to be reading this: how often do you hear of such faithfulness?

After I was taken to my room the first person there was my wife, along with my incredible pastor. From that moment on she left me one time for maybe three minutes to use the restroom. I implored her to go home and get some rest, but she was having none of it.

She ate dinner with me, sat as close as she could to me, and let me know how much she loved me. She tried to sleep on the “bed” they brought in for her but she wasn’t able. As I was awake most of the night, she stayed there by my side to comfort me. In a cold, hard chair.

As a matter of fact, the nurses only came in when it was time to do a procedure on me, otherwise they stayed away. I’m sure they realized I was in better hands with my dear wife!

There is no way I could tell you all that she did for me, as sometimes the proper words fail to come, even for a talker like me. All I know is this: I am blessed and highly favored to have her as my wife.

I could never have known that one day over 20 years ago when I first met her, that our love could have grown into what it has become. These aren’t mere words of platitude when I say this, but it is a fact that I do not deserve such a wife as I have been blessed with.

So, while this post hasn’t been especially “religious” or enlightening, I wanted to express to everyone that being “blessed and highly favored” means so much more than the type of car you drive, or how high the limit is on your credit card.

The love of a virtuous wife is far above rubies (Prov. 31:10)

And I get to live with one every day!

 

 

 

Desperation

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Desperation. Just seeing or saying the word invokes certain emotions in all of us. The word desperate denotes feelings of hopelessness, despair, loss, or anxietypedro-de-sousa-88067. All of us have likely experienced these same emotions at one time or another.

Did you know that desperation can also be something positive? I have learned that desperation can actually be a powerful motivator to push us beyond our comfort zone.

You see, desperate people tend to try harder. Desperate people tend to want it more. Desperate people tend to keep the end goal in sight,rather than focus on the seeming impossibilities of their present situation.

See if you remember any of these acts of desperation from the Bible;

A certain woman who had a blood disorder spent every penny she had trying to find a cure. In her desperation, she managed to push her way through the crowd  and touched the hem of the robe Jesus was wearing as He passed by.  Matt. 9:20

A paralyzed man was brought to Jesus to be healed,only to find that the crowd was so large they couldn’t even get to the door. In their desperation, they took the roof apart and lowered the man down in front of Jesus,where he was healed.  Mark 2:4

A man who lay crippled and unable to move for 38 years struggled desperately to crawl to the healing waters of the pool of Bethesda,where at certain times an angel troubled the water. Thirty eight years!    John 5: 2-8

All of these stories,and so many more, have one thing in common. The central figure in each story is a person who in their desperation would do whatever it took to get to Jesus.aaron-burden-71076

 

Pushing through a crowd? No problem.

Tear a roof apart? Piece of cake.

Crawl on hands and knees? Been doing it for 38 years.

 

So, what’s your story? What are you desperate for?

Do you know that God sees your situation? That His ear is open to your cries?

A lot has been written about whether or not God hears our prayers, or if He even cares about our plight.

Let me assure you today that God loves, God hears, and God cares.

The eyes of the LORD are on the righteous, And His ears are open to their cry. The face of the LORD is against those who do evil, To cut off the remembrance of them from the earth. The righteous cry out, and the LORD hears, And delivers them out of all their troubles. The LORD is near to those who have a broken heart, And saves such as have a contrite spirit. Many are the afflictions of the righteous, But the LORD delivers him out of them all.” Psalms 34:15-19

Sometimes I think all that stands between us and victory, between us and deliverance, is desperation.

May we become desperate enough to stop at nothing to get to Jesus.

Be blessed,

Ron