My heart is hurting today. Not for me so much, but for someone else. For the sometimes-large consequences of often seemingly-small actions (or inactions).
Yes, I believe in God’s overarching providence. But sometimes my faith feels wobbly when someone I love hurts. Even if it’s from understood, logical consequences.
It’s easy to hate consequences. To want to avoid them. But they are our teachers. Like so many lemmings, we’d rush off the nearest cliff if we didn’t understand that A leads to B leads to C.
But, consequences are not all bad. Living a life of blessing God, and blessing others, leads to great blessing as a consequence. Faith-filled obedience brings joy. Laboring, day by day, to build a good name and reputation opens dozens of doors in the future. Being faithful – even in the midst of painful consequences – brings richer results than stubbornly refusing to learn the needed lessons.
I’m not smart enough to know what the right consequences should be, even for myself. God does. Must lay it down right there, and rest…