When my husband and I were in our 20’s we were traveling around the southeastern part of the states trying to raise support for missions. We didn’t own a home and lived in our van. We only had three small children at the time and our fourth wasn’t even a blip on the radar. Sometimes we would schedule meetings near a family member and stay with them while in that particular area. It was hard, I won’t lie. Here I am almost 50 doing the same thing and I still don’t like living like a gypsy when we are stateside.
During those early years my Aunt offered us the use of her RV if we wanted to place it in my parent’s back yard while we were in the area. We were so happy for a little privacy. I was always worried about the baby crying and waking my parents up, so the thought of having a “spot” for my little family was exciting. I cleaned the little trailer and set a little table and chairs out front under the rollout awning where I would feed the children and watch them play. At night Mark and I would plug in a little portable black and white tv and eat popcorn while waiting for the swing to put the baby asleep. We made that little place our home for a few months and I have sweet memories to think back on.
One night while we were at church, a storm blew through our part of the state of Florida. The winds were pretty strong and they tore off the awning of our little RV. I remember feeling so horrible when we had to tell my Aunt and Uncle what had happened. Here they had helped us out and now the wind had wreaked havoc on their trailer and it was NOT a cheap fix. We moved out and went back on the road and I never set down roots again until we were in Brazil.
The word havoc means destruction. That is what that wind did to that awning. It mangled it up and ripped it apart as if it was nothing. And that is exactly what I thought of when I read the following verse about the Apostle Paul before he was converted.
“As for Saul, he made havock of the church, entering into every house, and haling men and women committed them to prison.” (Acts 8:3)
Saul wreaked havoc in the early church. He was trying to be destructive, but in fact, he was used by God even before he was saved. Read the next verse:
“Therefore they that were scattered abroad went every where preaching the word.” (Acts 8:4)
Because of Saul’s “havoc” the church scattered and went EVERY where preaching the word. Paul was a missionary before he knew he was a missionary! LOL
I love it.
Sometimes we get comfortable in our lives don’t we? We settle into a routine and manner of living that almost rocks us to sleep spiritually like the baby swing does to an infant.
Every now and then it is good for havoc to come along and shake us to our core. Because then we open our eyes to what is really going on around us.
Has the “wind” blown through your life and tangled and ripped everything apart? Well, I suppose you could sit down and boo-hoo for a bit while the storm rages, or you could get up and get busy about the work.
Get up and get something done. Look around and use the havoc!
No, no one likes destruction. We ALL hate it when it comes into our lives, but once the numbness and shock pass, we need to decide to use it for good. Ask God how you can turn your pain into something useful for Him. He has a plan. He always has a plan! He may have been the origin of the storm to begin with, so that is something to ponder!
Havoc is ugly and scary, but we don’t need to let it silence us.
Until Next Time, Lord willing,