Clouds Collect and Disperse Moisture and Trees Lie Where They Fall
Many people I talk to are trying to recover from 2020. The clever,
yet profound meme I saw recently said “This year will be the first time that
hindsight will actually be 2020.” I want to challenge you and say that
hindsight will not be true and clear if you have the mentality that you are a
victim. These well-meaning men and women, even Christians, have this
overwhelming victim mentality about 2020. For nearly 9 months they have
wallowed in the effects of this global pandemic. They have constantly lamented
every part of quarantine. They have continually mourned every change and loss
of 1st world freedoms. They have fought over their rights to do what
they want to do and not be told otherwise. Without even realizing it, they have
appeared selfish, self-seeking, sometimes lost. Might I say, they have not been
the “light” they have been called to be. We are all hoping to recover from the
pandemic, but that recovery period has not arrived yet.
For me, 2020 has been a year of recovery. Like each of you,
I have been on a path of processing all that COVID-19 has brought. I have
learned that we are not all in the same boat, but in the same ocean. But unlike
some of you, I have had the opportunity to use 2020 to recover from being a
victim of my own choices in life. Rather than letting 2020 be defined as one of
the most negative years of my 53 years of life, 2020 is already defined as one
of the best years of my life. Very little hindsight is needed for me to realize
this. For the first time in forever, I have cemented myself in the ideal that I
am NOT a victim.
If you are like me, you could easily look at your place in
life and resent where you are, blaming it on anything and anyone but yourself. You
may identify that your unhappiness was a result of someone else’s actions, lack
of actions, or something completely intangible. As I looked at my life, this
truth became evident; my own choices brought me to the lowest point. Any bit of
unhappiness was of my own doing. Any bit of fear and anxiety was rooted in my
own actions or reactions. Any bit of loneliness resulted from the steps I took
on my journey.
Years ago my dad told me that if I “wait for the perfect
time, that time will never come.” How we get to that time where we have the courage
to take action may be different for each of us. That time for me was 2020. Ecc.
11:3-6 tells us that what we take in and store we will release. As a victim, I
was storing and releasing toxic rain; not always, not everywhere, but far too
often. 2020 offered me the opportunity to decidedly change what I was filling
myself with and thus changing what I was giving back to the world around me.
Recovering from being a victim takes action. The author of Ecclesiastes
tells us that there is a season for lament (Ecc. 3:4). But it is only a season.
Some of you refuse to decide that it is now the season for healing, for
building, for dancing, for recovering from being a victim. Would you make 2021
the year that you actively decided that while you feel like the victim and life
seems out of control, God has the power to restore you? Would you make 2021 the
year to allow Christ to fill you? Would you allow Him to chip away at the parts
of you that need removing and set you toward a direction of healing? Just as
the author of Ecclesiastes tells us, I have experienced the profit, the reward,
the gifts of recovering from being a victim of my own actions.
Happy New Year!
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