We jest. How many statuses, tweets and updates have a ‘firstworldproblems’ hashtag? Many of them are hilarious or ridiculous. Some contain an irony so profound that it can induce nausea for those passionate about equality and justice, but to me, they often scream of a much deeper need that really is a #firstworldproblem.
This nation, and many others like it, require some serious heart surgery.
Despair. Hopelessness. Fear. Rejection. Apathy. Cynicism. Some of the deep wounds of the people and communities around me. These troubles are places I’ve been to, even now I can still find myself popping my head in the door to be reacquainted with the pain that I so long to be free from, but somehow find comfort in, against all truth and even 'better' - my own judgement. But there is only one way out. Open heart surgery. Being led by the Creator to a place at times more painful and yet with more joy and hope than our hearts can probably contain.
I am undone. I know what it is to have the ‘butterfly stitches’ ripped off, the ones I put on in attempt to heal my wounds. But He knew better. He cleans the wounds and carefully stitches things back in place that were torn a long time ago. He whispers his love, joy, hope and peace into my ear as He (not me) gently, but securely pieces me back together.
His love is the answer. His love is the reason. His love. And because He is love, Him. He is enough. He is more than enough. God, the creator, friend, lover, saviour, provider, healer, deliverer... He, is the only answer to the deepest of our #firstworldproblems. In surrendering to Him, our fears are gone and our hearts are loved. We have the assurance of who we are and why we're here. It's just how it is. How it was always meant to be. Now and for always.
‘I can’t find the right balance between my fan and the electric blanket’ #firstworldproblems
‘I want to enjoy my beer in the garden but the wi-fi doesn’t work out there’ #firstworldproblems
“I don’t have enough chips for my dip, but if I open another packet of chips, I won’t have enough dip for my chips.” #firstworldproblems
"I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God who loves me and gave himself for me." Gal 2:20