{"id":49,"date":"2005-11-13T13:34:00","date_gmt":"2005-11-13T13:34:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/brianmashburn.net\/?p=49"},"modified":"2005-11-13T13:34:00","modified_gmt":"2005-11-13T13:34:00","slug":"anxious-for-my-next-trial","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.brianmashburn.net\/?p=49","title":{"rendered":"Anxious for my NEXT trial"},"content":{"rendered":"<div><font face=Arial><span class=515454803-13112005>&#8220;I do not understand what I  do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.&#8221; &#8211;&nbsp;The Apostle  Paul<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial><span class=515454803-13112005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial><span class=515454803-13112005>&#8220;Some of my  battles&nbsp;seem embarrassing to me because they come in the midst of my  greatest blessings. Some&nbsp;seem humiliating because they are recurring. Some  seem petty because they are so small compared to those of others. Some I think I  should hide because they don&#8217;t really exist outside of my own heart. Some I  think I should just let go and &#8220;get over&#8221; (meaning: ignore) because they are  common to all men, and that&#8217;s how they deal with them. But I must embrace my  battles as battles and learn their great lessons, allowing them to mold me and  make me into what I am becoming. You see, my God loves me enough to send me more  obvious and impressive trials if I need them&nbsp;to move more comfortably into  the refining fire of struggle.&#8221; &#8211; Yours truly<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=515454803-13112005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=515454803-13112005>My  Father:<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=515454803-13112005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=515454803-13112005>As I sit on a  Saturday night thinking about a speech I will be giving to a group of Christians  in Amarillo, TX tomorrow morning,&nbsp;the tug-of-war between the &#8220;desire to  perform well&#8221; and the &#8220;desire to experience Christ&#8221; has begun once  again.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=515454803-13112005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=515454803-13112005>What must I do to be  saved from such petty thoughts and fears? What must I become in order to be  without this recurring trial?<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=515454803-13112005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=515454803-13112005>When my thoughts are  on You alone, and I surrender all desires but You Yourself, I find perfect peace  and easy sleep.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=515454803-13112005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=515454803-13112005>Your son is so  incredible. His friend John said that if all the things that Jesus did in a mere  3 years of ministry were written down, there would not be enough volumes to  contain it. And the few scenes recorded in the Gospels are more than enough to  fill my life with all that is needed to know him and live life to the full, and  to never stop growing in both.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=515454803-13112005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=515454803-13112005>What irony it is  that I am speaking tomorrow on &#8220;calling&#8221;. I am grateful for your call to  salvation, and to the life of calling that I get to now live. I thank You for  such leading that I feel I am in the very spot on the face of this planet that  you intend for me to be. <\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=515454803-13112005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=515454803-13112005>And yet, the Enemy  manages to steal my joy in it tonight.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=515454803-13112005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=515454803-13112005>These moments of  discomfort will pass, I&#8217;ve learned many times, and for that I am also grateful.  The joy of my calling will rush back in and I will thrill in it once again. But  I look longingly now for the &#8220;fine-tuning&#8221; you are doing to me, the  &#8220;adjustments&#8221; you are making in my life, and the &#8220;movement&#8221; of my soul that will  re-orient me in a way that I will bring more glory to You. What I have  experienced in the past gives me faith that my current discomfort is serving  that purpose for my forthcoming future.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=515454803-13112005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span class=515454803-13112005>And so I wait. This  &#8220;suffering&#8221; is not too much for me, and is so much less than many of my fellow  man, yet this one is mine.&nbsp;It is an honor to have it, and I embrace it for  the refining tool of my life that it is, anxious to experience it&#8217;s fruits,  ready to embrace the life it will bring and the trials that you will use after  this one.<\/span><\/font><\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=515454803-13112005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=515454803-13112005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=515454803-13112005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><font face=Arial size=2><span  class=515454803-13112005><\/span><\/font>&nbsp;<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;I do not understand what I do. 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