Second Class

So, this week I, as I’m sure others did , I received an email regarding the Paycheck Protection Program set in place due to Covid 19.  I was a bit surprised to read that, even though I qualified and was listed as “eligible”, my husband and I weren’t going to receive funding despite what a “success” the program was… you see there just isn’t enough funds to go around.  This left me as a small business owner and taxpaying citizen feeling, well, second class.  We were down to our last of funds – enough for groceries.    I have been furiously applying for anything to get us through, but still, we are not on “the list”.  Like some sort of swanky night club, yet this is designation of country, and it means the difference of feeding my family or not.  So yeah, not like an “A-list”. 
 
No finger pointing here, just fact. 
 
Point being, there is no “class scale” for God.  You are either for Him, or not.  You are either His child, or not.  You are either bearing fruit, or not.  You are either doing as He commanded, or not.
 
But the beauty in the “or not” is that you can come to Him.  He doesn’t have some ridiculous application process that changes at whim; He is available.  He is always there.  There to hear you, hold you, forgive you, and mold you.  The cry of “Abba Father” is never met with silence.  The tears of repentance are never gone without being counted.  The joy of mercy is never without song.  And the cry for new, is never gone unchanged. 
 
Today, seek Him.  Know Him.  Lean on Him.  He will not disappoint!
 
Psalm 40
I waited patiently for the Lord, and He turned to me and heard my cry for help.  He brought me up from a desolate[a] pit, out of the muddy clay, and set my feet on a rock, making my steps secure.  He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God.  Many will see and fear and put their trust in the Lord.  How happy is the man who has put his trust in the Lord and has not turned to the proud or to those who run after lies!  Lord my God, You have done many things—Your wonderful works and Your plans for us; none can compare with You.  If I were to report and speak of them, they are more than can be told.  You do not delight in sacrifice and offering; You open my ears to listen.  You do not ask for a whole burnt offering or a sin offering.  Then I said, “See, I have come; it is written about me in the volume of the scroll.  I delight to do Your will, my God; Your instruction lives within me.”  I proclaim righteousness in the great assembly; see, I do not keep my mouth closed— as You know, Lord.  I did not hide Your righteousness in my heart; I spoke about Your faithfulness and salvation; I did not conceal Your constant love and truth from the great assembly.  Lord, do not withhold Your compassion from me; Your constant love and truth will always guard me.  For troubles without number have surrounded me; my sins have overtaken me; I am unable to see.  They are more than the hairs of my head, and my courage leaves me.  Lord, be pleased to deliver me; hurry to help me, Lord.  Let those who seek to take my life be disgraced and confounded.  Let those who wish me harm be driven back and humiliated.  Let those who say to me, “Aha, aha!” be horrified because of their shame.  Let all who seek You rejoice and be glad in You; let those who love Your salvation continually say, “The Lord is great!” I am afflicted and needy; the Lord thinks of me.  You are my helper and my deliverer; my God, do not delay.