The Body

"So in Christ we who are many form one body, and each member belongs to all the others."

-Romans 12:5

So ever since I've been dealing with all this...nonsense...to say the least...I've had this thought.

In a way I'm waiting for God to show up.
"Come on God, when are you going to swoop in and make all this go away?"

But he hasn't. Instead other people are. People sweet enough too rot your teeth out are showing up gloves on, trash bags in hand, ready to clean up and put back the pieces to my life. I know this might sound over dramatic for a girl with a broken car, but so much has been building up. My spirit that at first was slowing being chipped away, shattered like dropped glass.

I legitimately entertained the idea that God didn't want me to go to college and that was why he was making it impossible to get there.

Then friends started calling, pouring their words of encouragement into my broken glass. Filling in the cracks with love, and binding the shattered pieces with hope.

Then I get a facebook message from someone who always seems to show up with praise and encouragement at times when I need it the most. They offer me a car to drive until I can fix my own. My eyes filled with tears. How on earth did I deserve an offer, so kind? How on earth did I deserve so many sincerely caring people in my life? For a moment I was overwhelmed.

This question kept repeating itself in my head. Why? How? Why? How? I realized I had been waiting for God to show up, but this was it. What if this is how God shows up, through people, through the body of Christ. That's what we are right. The body of Christ. If you cut your arm doesn't your hand go immediately to cover it? Shouldn't the body of Christ be the same. I mean God could come to the world right now and set everything right. Restore the world, rid it of disease, rid it of suffering, rid it of evil. But he doesn't. He lets us take a part in restoring the world ourselves. As his body. So as parts of the body, we want the whole body to be successful, which can't happen without all parts of the body functioning properly.

I don't like being the weak part of the body. I don't like being the broken toe, gimp foot, blind eyes, or twisted tongue. I want to be a strong part. One that doesn't need any help. But what part of the body is like that. What arm can move without a arm socket. What hand writes detached from the arm. That's the beauty of the body. Nothing works by itself. It, we, all work together.

One day another part of the body will call for my help. I will attend to it, much like I have, and am being, attended too.

So thank you. Thank you so much to all the people who are, and have been there for me. It means more than you can ever imagine.