Quench not the Spirit. (5:19)
As she leaned against the kitchen counter, Carmen Martinez was struggling, really struggling, to understand. After all that they had already been put through in immigrating to the United States, why would God allow Javier to lose his job – again? Javi had even liked doing the construction work, she knew he had. It had been an okay job money-wise too. So why had God taken it from her husband?
They were faithful attendants to the church of which they were members. Javier was a marvelous husband and father. She tried her best as a wife and mother. For being as young as they were, the children were reasonably well-behaved. They tithed of what little money that had. They prayed, they even homeschooled their children so that they could get a Godly foundation in their lives.
So why had God taken Javi's job once again? Was she actually supposed to believe one more time that the next job Javi got was going to hold something better for their family? She sighed. Maybe it was true this time around, but sometimes it was really hard to believe that – believing that God would take care of them, that He had a better plan for her family. Was she really supposed to believe that when they barely had any gas in the car and she had next to nothing to feed the kids?
In moments like these, the truth was sometimes, especially on days like this one, it was hard not to let the difficulties in her life "quench… the Spirit" that she had been given by her LORD. But then again, maybe this time – just maybe – something good would come of all of this. She had to believe so.
The eighth chapter of an eleven-chapter endeavor centered around eleven verses in 1 Thessalonians. Reviews make my day; thanks!:)