In life there are only two choices…be a victim or be a victor. Some will argue that is not the choice in every situation, but I will argue it as truth until my last breath in this world. Let me tell you why. I’ve learned life is all about attitude and perspective. Where do you place your heart? Where do you place your faith?
33 But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.
What does that mean? We are commanded to place our everything on God and His righteousness. If we can do that, He will take care of the rest.
You may look at the world around you and think God is failing to supply for the needs of His children, but scripture clearly states there will always be poor and there will always be rich. That doesn’t mean God doesn’t have it under control. It means we can’t wrap our minds around the will of God.
5 “For the oppression of the poor, for the sighing of the needy,
Now I will arise,” says the LORD;
“I will set him in the safety for which he yearns.”
The reason I bring this up today is because a friend posted a link on my facebook wall about a woman walking 20 miles one way to work for a part-time job at McDonald’s. The story instantly reminded me of my Momma. Why? Because my Momma did the same thing. It wasn’t McDonald’s but a cleaning job at a technical school that paid little more than minimum wage. At that time, minimum wage was $3.35 an hour. Momma walked an old country road at night with little to no chance of a car picking her up and not a single street light. At one point Momma was bitten on the leg by a brown recluse spider. A festering hole in her leg and no money to go to the doctor…still Momma limped the many dark miles to and from while healing with prayer and peroxide.
Why? Because she had my brother to take care of and she was trying her darnedest to save money to send plane tickets for my sister and me to visit. For a little more of that story you can click –> RIGHT HERE
My heart aches for every person that sees hardship. It really does. But my heart explodes when I see God claim victory over that hardship. My soul sings when the person going through it praises God even while in their darkest hours.
My Momma is one determined woman and I admire her more than I will ever be able to express. She’s doesn’t whine when life kicks her in the shins. Oh, no. Instead of bowing to poverty, she worked her tail off and believed that God would provide her a way. Her hard work and faith made her a victor instead of a victim. Her hard work and faith made me the woman I am today.
Momma is 65 years old and I would bet a large pile of cash she can still work circles around a 20 year old. She finds contentment in all God has given her and this has inspired me, my children and perhaps if we are blessed their children to come to be better for God.
One person can make a difference to promote the will of God….one victory at a time.
Peace, love and God’s will.