The Punching Bag

I’m not sure what it is and I think I have many friends who would verify this: but for some reason I have a nice big bull’s-eye on my chest for attracting problems. Not like your run of the mill problems, but the like … requires more than 1 week to fix type of problems. Things not included in this category:
- 10 page papers
- Car repair
- Computer repair
- Anything that can be solved by a visit to ‘theological beverage’-house
- Cleaning my apartment
- Greek
- Curing insomnia
- Mono

Now … how do I put this … I wasn’t ‘sideswiped by a wrecking ball, eighteen-wheeler, and the Titanic in one blow,’ but more like somewhere in between the eighteen-wheeler and Titanic. But this isn’t a tale about how cruddy my life is but a moment of clarity and rejoicing.

For all my times of trials they have always led up to something wonderful that God will do.
For all my times of trials I have found that my friends have stood by me, even when I was the problem.
For all my times of trials it has never been my own doing, but God’s.
For all my times of trials ... I’m still here and God still uses me.

I think the last one is what is in my mind now, and just how cool that is. I have comfort in that he has not given me something that will cause me to break, just bend a bit. I’m not asking for more trials, but I am ready to face the ones that come my way.