Looking for Me?

Have you ever had a time in your life when you felt like almost everything was just rotten and that you could not get any good luck at all? Most of us have felt like this somewhat. Look at this poem. It sums it up pretty nicely, don't you think?

Joy has forgotten my name

And peace has lost my address

I feel lost and bereft, folks

I must confess. (WCW)

As you can see, the writer of the poem above conveys the same sentiments that we were discussing in the first paragraph. The feeling of living at the intersection of two streets called, "Nowhere to Run and  Nowhere to Hide." is aptly conveyed. (Chopping My Row, 21) At times like this, we feel like trouble came looking for us with a special delivery. Hmm?

However

Remember that we talked earlier about nothing lasting forever? Well, eventually troubled times will end. And though we have been told to expect it, we are nearly always bowled over when just the opposite happens to us; you know when success comes looking for us? The first thing that we want to say is, "Who me?," or we do a double take to ascertain that the person delivering the good news is speaking to us. Ha, if our reactions could be videotaped, we would probably make it to some show dealing with comical videos.

When it is our time for special things to happen in our lives, even the misfortunes will be turned into bountiful blessings. Somebody might have to tell us to shut our mouth because it will be gaped open in surprise. Ha, Ha, that is a good feeling to have. At a time like this, we can imagine how Job felt when his captivity was turned, can't we? Uhm hmm, and we sometimes become giddy with happiness, but we never forget to thank the Lord for our blessing that came looking for us. Do we?

Actual events such as the ones mentioned above do play out in people's lives, folks. Oh, what a mighty God we serve!  One thing I need to remind you to do and it is expressed in the poem below.

Remember the tender words of comfort

That were spoken to you

Extend likewise a message of hope

To your fellowman whose trials are not yet through! (CMR)

 

Tell your fellowman that one day he will be smiling and saying, "Who me?, with incredulity.

Doing What I Can While I Can Because I Care,

Alma L. Stepping On Carr-Jones