The Bubble Popper

God is good.

Now, I know that line sounds like it should be coming from someone very spiritual. I however, am not. I hope this isn't shocking to anyone who might read this. In fact over the last few days I have started to become rather nervous about how many people actually read this blog. What if I say something that bothers someone? What if some part of something I write makes someone think differently about my husband or my family? Either way, if you are someone who has an illusion of what Pastor's Wives or Pastor's Daughters should be like, then I am sorry to tell you that I just may be someone who might easily pop that bubble for you.

I am starting to think that my reason for believing God is good is based on something different than people might assume. To me, God is good because of what He knows about me but still keeps giving me more and more blessings in my life. (Be forewarned, the following statements might be bubble-poppers for some of you...)

He knows that I have a mouth on me that could make a construction worker blush. He knows that I have a temper that has left people wounded in my wake at times in my life. He knows that when I get hurt by someone, I have been know to use my words in a devastating way. He knows the stories from my past that I hope I never have to see my daughter go through for herself. He knows how often I am not thankful for all that I have been given. He knows how many times I have questioned Him and His desire to help me. He knows how many times I have been angry with Him. He knows all of the times I have turned away and tried to do it on my own...to be honest the last time was more recent than I want to admit.

My point is, God is good in my mind because I am just not. I am probably the last person who anyone would have ever thought would be married to a Pastor. But I guess that my husband is one of the last people that anyone would have thought would be a Pastor...So we are a good fit. However, isn't that what it's really all about anyway? I guess I see it that if you have it all together, then what do you need God for? In fact, "Having it all together" is such a foreign concept to me that I don't even know that I would recognize it if it jumped up and slugged me right in the face. But I do know that God is Who He Says He is. He loves me like He says He does. At the end of the day, all I can do is try the best that I can and do the best with what I have been given.

Just being honest...