No one is immune. Pain. Sickness. Moves. Heartache. Job transitions. Loss. The list goes on and on.
Apparently these are the bigger things that come to mind when I think of the uninvited. The unwelcomed. These things are real and I (usually) don't avoid talking about them, but I forgot the uninvited might also be about other things too. Sometimes I lose sight of the fact that the only person putting an un- before the invited might be me. Maybe there's something invited about these uninvited corners of my world after all.
It's been easy for most of my life to live in extremes. Extreme competitor athlete or labeled as someone who doesn't exercise, hair long or short (okay maybe not short-short but in my mind I was going all the way there), work intense hours and then crash. God's been doing a work in my life over the years to teach me things don't have to be one way or the other.
I get comfort from the book of Exodus.
At times, I can see myself in the Israelites who didn't realize God was there all along.
"By day the Lord went ahead of them in a pillar of cloud to guide them on their way and by night in a pillar of fire to give them light, so that they could travel by day or night."
-Exodus 13: 21
Weren't there so many things they weren't prepared for? So much they didn't recognize and understand?
When they saw the manna, this food they gathered that God had provided for them daily, they literally said "What is it?" -Exodus 16:15
I have more questions than I do answers about the uninvited, and that's okay.
Perhaps in my own life, these places are my daily manna, my what is it?, where at first I don't understand but that they somehow are God's grace for today.