“Getting passed over..” ~by marianne

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Life is full of disappointments.

Many times we work hard for something, and we do not get it.

Examples:

We spend years getting the experience, building up references, and doing a good job. We go back to school, to increase our qualifications and credentials. Then we apply for a better job, and we are rejected. We watch others who appear to be less qualified take what we were hoping for. Why?

We put much effort into our marriage or family relationships. Then our spouse leaves us for someone else, and our children would rather be with their friends, than with us. Why?

We work to maintain our property and home. One day, we put it up for sale. We have no buyers, but the guy next door, with the sloppy yard, and less maintained home, sells his home for a big profit. Why him, and not us?

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One day, I was walking along, reflecting on how much I had been passed over for blessings in my life.

I felt sad, like I had missed out on a lot. There were many, many things denied to me, that I worked so hard for. I had gotten left behind too many times.

I asked God, why am I always being passed over for everything?

A still small voice boomed back:

I…… passed over you!!!!!!!!

I got the point.

When man passes over us, it is harm to us.

When God passes over us, we are protected and blessed.

Recall the Israelites in Egypt, on the night before they left.

They had to stay inside, and do special things, and not go outside.

Yet, they were the ones saved from the Angel of Death.

So, God will also allow us to be “passed over” for our protection, even when it looks like it is man doing it.

When an opportunity seems missed, it might be that we are being saved from an “Egyptian bondage” of our own.

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Marianne

single mom with many kids

8 thoughts on ““Getting passed over..” ~by marianne”

  1. Hi Marianne and Archie;

    Much of what you say above is true and I daresay we have all felt the emotions you describe above.

    Were we passed over or were we fools?

    Reminds me of a story in the Gospels about Jesus in a home somewhere. A women was working in the kitchen preparing and another one was listening to Jesus.

    I think you both know that story.

    I think the guy with the sloppy yard who sold his house enjoyed life. 🙂

  2. hi ichabod,

    I made that part up as an example, but the guy still lives next door. I am not sure if I sold my house what I would get for it. It looks like Fred Sanford lives there.

  3. Hi Marianne;

    We are filled with expectations. We are told from youth if we work life a certain way it will come back a certain way.

    That does not always hold true.

    We have abilities to change our lives and also the facility to accept what is and enjoy where we are at.

    When it comes to life and living, the answers are not always clear, if there are answers.

    Honestly, I would be disappointed if the slob sold his house for more than I could sell mine for.

    It has happened to me. We keep on living regardless.

  4. Hi ichabod,

    I think history is repeating itself. My mother and father lived next door to slobs for 20 years – nice people. They had to wait until the people died, and the house was sold, before it looked better. I have been here 25 years, and have been told that I would get about 20K less for my house because I lived next door to them. So, I am waiting for the big moment to come. No hard feelings toward them – nice people too, but it is hard to accept at times. I try hard to keep my yard looking nice. Then I look “over there,” and go inside, and give up.

  5. Hi Marianne;

    That was my point. It doesn’t matter as we can’t take it with us anyway.

    I have been in the have and have not position a few times in my life. I lived in a hotel room for a year and discovered I started to know myself more than when I owned my own home and all the toys.

    I learned it doesn’t take much to make me happy. When I am squeezed to play the game, I am not happy.

  6. hi ichabod,

    I know what you mean. My sense of values have changed a lot since I was young. Things I thought were important no longer matter to me now. Except for one thing.

    Love has always been important. I also found out that it is not always as real as it seems, and it can walk away. It is important also, in that moment, to have something inside you that continues to define who you are, because what you thought was real just left you.

    When I reflect that I am at the end of my life, not the beginning, how I live what time is left is important too. I have learned that I can live on less money than I thought, and still be happy. Somehow, things work out, and I have what I need. I have learned to simplify my life and do without many things, and have found I still survive……although I really like order, and not chaos! especially in the yard! 🙂

    being friends with the neighbors, and not hurting their feelings is more important than how their yard looks. Someday, we might need each other, because they and I are getting older.

    I look in the mirror, and the 20 year old girl is not there any more. I have accepted the changes that life has brought. What else can be said? That is life.

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