Winter a season inborn with discontent. It brings with it a certain chill. Sobers me up to all that I do not have. You see the summer brings with it possibility. The warmth of the sun brings with it hope, belief. But in the winter even the trees are bare. The leaves, knowing what was coming turned and left. Mother nature in all of her glory goes into hibernation. Winter has nothing. Brings nothing but a cold chill and an icy breeze. And like the winter, I feel like I have nothing. I have nothing tangible to identify with. I am thirty-one years old, and I have no house, no fancy job title, and no relationship. For a little while, I felt like a failure because I did not have these things. I sat with my mother one day and said, “I feel like I have nothing. I don’t feel like I am going anywhere.” She replied, “Christine, how do you define your worth?”
Now there’s a question. If I were thirty-one with a house, fancy job title, and relationship, would I then feel worthy? Yes, I would have those things, but is that how my worth should be defined? No. It is quite interesting how sneaky the enemy is. How he can cancel out all of the wonderful things happening to and for me and crowd my mind with all the prayers that have gone unanswered. “You don’t have this, and you don’t have that,” the enemy says, “but look she does, and he does. God must not care about you. See how He answers everyone else’s prayers but not yours. God has obviously forgotten about you. Is God really good?” Sneaky right? He doesn’t say anything about my good health, or that I haven’t missed any meals. The enemy doesn’t remind me of all the prayers that have been answered. Not a word about my good friends who have been there for me through thick and thin and are still here. Nothing of my beautiful family, or the promises God has made and kept. Of these things he says nothing. He's sneaky. But a liar all the same.
I do have something, the most important thing of all: relationship with Christ. That is everything. There is nothing more dangerous than allowing the enemy to play in your head. Crawl around in your mind and pull at the wires. Kick him out of there! Never define your worth by your circumstance. Now may be the winter of your discontent, but I assure you, as my mother assured me, this too shall pass. “There is nothing more dangerous than finding security in circumstance because circumstances change all the time.” I think Chuck Swindoll said that.
God is real, and his word will not return void. If there is a promise that you are holding onto, or a prayer you have been praying. Keep on holding and keep on praying. But remember that just because you do not have that thing, it doesn’t mean you have nothing. There is an old hymn that my church back home loves to sing by Johnson Oatman called Count Your Blessings.
When upon life’s billows you are tempest tossed,
When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings, name them one by one,
And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.