I saw a quote on an away message on my buddy list. It said, “If you’re lonely, it means you don’t want to be alone.”
I thought that was profound. I know people who don’t have a problem being by themselves. There are some days I feel like that myself. I just need to get away, relax, enjoy reflecting, reading, watching TV, whatever. Recently though, I’ve begun to look inside myself to find out what that word “lonely” means for me.
I was talking with a friend just recently and I mentioned that as a leader, it gets really lonely having to deal with everything and have everybody look at you as the one to know the answer or take the lead and stay the course. It’s difficult to do that. It’s a lonely road. That’s the nature of leadership. It comes with the territory.
It’s interesting because it forces you to look at every relationship you have. I’ve been faced with this in the previous weeks. My family is a family with a lot of responsibility. We work as leaders of a youth ministry that serves hundreds of teenagers each week. And not just once a week, but 6 days a week. And over the years of watching what God is doing, our family has grown so amazingly close, it’s almost too good to be true. Knowing what I know about the importance of family and seeing the effects of a broken family on the soul of a young person, I cannot take any credit for the way our family lives. It is by the grace of a much bigger God that we are able to function as a single, family unit.
Over the past few weeks, my love for the three other members of my family has grown exponentially and in turn my amazement and love for my God and Savior has grown as well. Every person in my family has made mistakes. Every person that makes up the Denen family has done things they would take back if given the chance. But, we’ve been together. We’ve made those mistakes knowing that. Together. Four. One. Family.
We all have our own situations that we deal with separately. I have things I have to go through a day and deal with that my Father and Sister don’t have to deal with and vice versa.
But we are there for each other. We are together.
I love that. Because I know that if we are broken and flawed and misunderstand each other at times but we are together, how much more can a perfect, flawless, understanding God deliver you when you rely on Him?
This hit me just two nights ago when I was sitting in my parents room talking with my dad and sister about some very important topics to each of us. We are living four separate lives, but we are living them together. When my dad left the room, my sister and I started talking about the similarities between her scenarios and my own scenarios and was astonished at the similarities of what, on the surface, seem to be completely opposite situations.
I love when God reveals things about His character through life…or something like it.
We are living life. Another quote I saw on an away message on my buddy list had this phrase at the end of it, this is a rough paraphrase, unfortunately, I can’t remember the whole thing exactly:
“There’s got to be more to life than just being alive.”
I couldn’t agree more.
This is a very unstructured post, I usually like to take more time to nail down the thoughts, but I thought it was necessary to get this out of my head and written down quickly, so I could chew on it myself.
If it doesn’t make sense…it’s my fault, not yours.
Do you have a family that, no matter what you go through, you go through together? If so, thank God for the grace that He has given you to be in that situation.
If you don’t, it’s certainly not because God has forgotten you or cares about somebody else more. For whatever reason, maybe…once again, because of the poor choices of other people you don’t have that togetherness…listen closely please…
My dad’s mom passed away of breast cancer when he was seven and he didn’t meet his father until he was eighteen and was raised by a grandmother riddled with bitterness due to a failed relationship. It was because of his aunt…who took him to church with her that he was able to find the grace and strength to survive.
And the things that my dad did NOT have when he was growing up are the very things that he worked so hard to provide for me and my family. The reason being he knows what it feels like to not have it. You see, because of the life he grew up with, he was able to really understand the importance of living…and not simply just being alive.
Don’t underestimate the power of a big God because somebody else’s situation is better than yours. Don’t sell God short. Because my dad is a great father, but he’s not perfect. God, on the other hand, is not a reflection of my earthly father…
He’s the perfection of my Father. He’s my Father, perfectly.
Here’s to not just being alive, but really living…