Today was our first trip in 3 months (to somewhere other than the hospital). A friend was generous to let us use his beautiful Wisconsin cabin. And although there is still ice on the lake, the getaway is refreshing.
Our last trip, in early January, was to a different cabin that Tara and I retreated to, celebrating our 19th anniversary (December 31) and to develop a mission statement for our family and a financial plan to coincide. Our vision seemed so clear then. We had a plan. A purpose. A mission to work toward in life. We thought it had to be the right path. It seemed divinely inspired. I was so excited about it, I took the next few weeks to tweak our company’s strategic plan, aligning it more with our personal plan.
Then this. How could we have been so far off? The plan seemed noble and selfless. But now, 3 months later, all we have done is focus on ourselves, trying to survive. Did we miss some clues back in January? We sure didn’t see this one coming.
Like a rescuer being tossed into the rough seas, needing himself to be rescued. We should never view ourselves as rescuers. People always need rescuing. Sometimes the church views its role as “ministering” to others. That is an awful lofty view of ourselves. We have been reminded that we need rescuing too. We are humbled and I think that is exactly where God can use us the most. Thank you, God, for life lessons that are real and practical.