Choices!
My father is dying of cancer and I am mad! I am not mad at God. I am mad at my father. Wow, I said it. Some of you will judge me for that statement, but I don’t care. My feelings are valid. My dad chose alcohol, drugs and cigarettes over his family. Sounds harsh, I know because it is. When we make choices to engage in things that are harmful to us despite the pleading of those who love and care for us, we tell them they are not nearly as important as________________ (you fill in the blank).
We can all be guilty. While I am sitting on my high horse of indignation there are things in my life, my family has asked me to give up on behalf of them and I struggle. Maybe the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Maybe I need to inspect what I expect. I expected my dad to love my mom and his children enough to give up the alcohol. My wife and kids expect me to love them enough to take care of my blood sugar! I need to inspect what is in my heart.
The same insecurity and selfishness that caused my dad to sink into a pit of self - destruction for all those years, I see in myself. Man that stinks! The very character flaws I see in him are in me! What hope do I have? What hope do my kids have? The answer to both of those questions is Jesus! He is my hope, my strength, and my shield! The Bible says in Joel 2:25-26, “And I will restore to you the years that the locust hath eaten… And ye shall eat in plenty, and be satisfied, and praise the name of the LORD your God that hath dealt wondrously with you: and my people shall never be ashamed.
Wow! My God promises to restore the years that were lost and remove our shame. My dad’s sin doesn’t have to be mine! My kids do not have to be held captive to my sins! I choose to change! I choose to love my kids and my wife more than my insecurity and selfishness. I choose to beg God to change me into the man He has called me to be. How about you? What choice will you make?