Although I've been attending church consistently for about two years now, it is not often I get to sit in on a sermon. I assist with worship, however, during our main session, I assist in our children's church classroom and while I absolutely love it, I recently asked myself - "how can I help these children to feed their faith when I'm not feeding mine in the way it deserves? Last Sunday, I decided I would make it a priority to get to Sunday school this morning, ensuring I could spend some time in His word.
In Sunday school, they've been studying the story of Ruth.
After losing her husband, Ruth chose to follow her mother-in-law to a foreign land - an act of faith and courage. Eventually, God blessed her with another husband and a new life.
But here's something that stood out to me: Ruth questioned God, asking "Why me?" Not because everything was falling apart, but because things were falling into place.
How often do we only ask "why me?" in the valleys of life - during the loss, the struggle, the pain?
What if we flipped the narrative? What if we began asking "why me?" when blessings come?
- "Why me, Lord, to be able-bodied and able minded?"
- "Why me, to receive that unexpected kindness or compliment?"
- "Why me, to be chosen for this opportunity, this joy, this season?"
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