There is something very special about fellowship and the breaking of bread together. How personal and intimate an act it can be to sit with friends and/or family and enjoy the trust and joy of sharing. I find this especially so with my Christian family.
Sometimes in life you just end up in a “cruise control” phase: nothing huge going on, just kind of taking things day by day and dealing with the “usual” family issues. Then you hit into a massive construction site called “my husband has cancer” and the wheel starts spinning right through your hands while you desperately try to grab a hold of it before you completely crash.
While God’s act of justification in our life is immediate, our walk in this new relationship with God is painstakingly slow and imperfect! As Paul says, “the very thing I want to do (and know that I should do) I cannot do, and the very thing that I don’t want to do (and know that I should not do) is what I do! [Romans 7:15-20] I can just see Paul holding his head in his hands, pathetically bemoaning his human limitations.
Recently I attempted to complete a simple puzzle with my grandson Kaleb, who is three. In my way of thinking, the way the twenty-four pieces were cut gave little clue as to where they should be placed. I studied an oddly-shaped piece with blue, black, and a splash of orange in the corner, wondering what it was and where it should go.
Just like Peninnah, I too, have felt disregarded and inadequate, and if I allowed him, the devil would still be feeding me those lies. I’ve also reacted to this pain in ways that didn’t serve Christ or me. Thankfully, I came to know a living God who set me free from destructive thoughts and paths, and set my feet on solid ground.