This week a large tree branch fell on my house damaging a steel four-legged collapsible canopy and the gutters. I called the landlord, and hours later the rest of the tree limb fell. The 12 inch diameter base of the branch took out another branch on the way down. I had moved everything off of the patio – chairs and a patio table and our charcoal grill. None of that was damaged. I was feeling pretty good about the repairs to the canopy and being able to save the rest of the stuff. I have a very good landlord, who cleaned up the mess and fixed the damage in one day.
Two days later one rogue gust of wind out of a clear sky blew the canopy back and forth in the yard and destroyed it. It wasn’t a huge loss; only about $200 or so. Not enough to claim on the renter’s insurance. But it hurt me. I don’t think I was idolizing the canopy or anything, but maybe I was idolizing my own sense of control over things.
Job’s loss of control led him to despair.
For my sighing comes instead of my bread, and my groanings are poured out like water. 25 For the thing that I fear comes upon me, and what I dread befalls me. 26 I am not at ease, nor am I quiet; I have no rest, but trouble comes." - Job 3:24-26 ESV
Father, let me rest in you. Jesus, may I take hold of your salvation. Spirit, make me boast in my weakness. Humble me, that your name might be glorified in all the earth.