Hi.
I have a cold.
And a huge headache.
I also want to throw up.
And I’m unemployed as of today.
This is extremely unfair.
I need to blame someone, correct??
Aha! I know just the person to lay in to!
GOD!! He has the power to remove my sickness with the blink of an eye.
With the wave of his hand I could have a high paying job.
Yeah. Yeah I deserve to be rectified. God OWES it to me.
Hey. No. Wrong.
Smarten up and LIGHTEN UP people.
We really all do have hard times in our lives.
That automatically means we’re entitled to a front row seat to every event.
Correct?
Maybe on judgement day you’ll get box seats. Anywhere else?
No. You can take your place in line with everyone else.
So here’s the magical answer to all your troublems:
Hard times are NOT dealt to us out of hatred from God.
Rather, hard times are dealt for the purpose of developing skills and knowledge of how to live life in contentment.
They are for developing a fighting spirit, one that GOES and GETS rather than one that SITS and WAITS.
One that MAKES the world a better place rather than casting accusations upward for why it is not as such.
When training a child to ride a bike, does one remove the training wheels out of hatred for the child?
No. Absolutely not. What an absurd thought. Pray, let us delve deeper, shall we?
“But Josh!!”, you may protest, “You know the child will fall and repeatedly injure him/herself!
Even break a bone! How could you do that to them??”
Ohhhh..
I dunnooo.
………………..
Oh. Never mind.
It’s ’cause maybe I just want them to learn how to ride a bike? =|
Comon.
Seriously people.
Quit charging “the parent” with hatred or neglect.
We’ve all grown up in a downloadable generation, yes?
Information available at the click of a mouse. Or wave of a hand, if you have Xbox Kinect. 
Yet it’s funny.
Because even the most prestigious neurologists can’t release a zipped download of instructions on how to ride a bike.
No way can you plug into the Matrix and just learn stuff without doing it.
Heck, even Neo had to “bleed” in cyberspace before learning that he was faster and stronger than Morpheus.
Woo! ADHD. Represent.
Okay, so riding a bike. It’s easy. Right?
Just pedal, and balance yourself by turning the wheel in the direction you’re going to fall next.
That was one sentence long.
Yet we still need to be taught how to do it.
We still need to bloody our knees trying to balance AND RIDE the stupid thing.
When training to be an athlete, one literally shreds their muscles to pieces.
I salted that sentence with grammatical sugar, but seriously. That IS in fact how you build muscle.
By painfully tearing them apart, so that they can rebuild themselves with more rigidity than that of the previous composition.
When healing a broken bone, the body will bridge the fracture with an extra amount of material, making that site significantly stronger than it’s surroundings. How immensely awe-inspiring that the Creator would instill lessons into the very composition of our bodies.
(So in theory, wouldn’t it be best to simply shatter the entire bone so that the whole thing can be rebuilt twice as strong? Food for thought.
Sometimes rock bottom needs to be hit, in which the whole pot is shattered so the potter can start anew.
There MUST be a Bible reference in there! Somewhere.)
I remember as a kid I actually DID blame my Dad for removing the training wheels.
I kept getting hurt. My response? “What the heck, Dad? Give me the pansy wheels. It’s easier on me.”
Do you really think that if I still had to use training wheels today, that even my own friends would let me get away with it?
No. I’d be laughed at. That’s not something you do. Might as well slap a white basket up front and some of those colorful streamers onto the handlebars.
Life?
Same deal.
We’re dealt a crappy hand sometimes, yeah.
But life isn’t a poker game. Don’t fold out on a bad hand.
Are you really going to blame the dealer for a bad set of cards?
Keep playing it out and eventually you’ll be dealt a royal flush.
WoRd Up, WOrd OuT.
