Chess Game

And the pawn and the king, they all wind up in the same box at the end of the game…

So you think you are at a disadvantage because of your upbringing, your job, your married status, your social status, your neighborhood, your IQ or your luck.

Open your eyes, dear one. Your upbringing made you to see things others don’t. And your job? It forces you to reach out and find beauty where there doesn’t seem to be any. Your married status? It doesn’t define you. It never did, you know. Your social status? It is truly simply a mind set. Your neighborhood? Oh, the opportunities you have. Your IQ? It is just as God planned. And your luck? I so don’t believe in luck.

So you think you are at such an advantage because of your upbringing, your job, your married status, your social status, your neighborhood, your IQ or your luck.

Open your eyes, dear one. Your upbringing simply points to the injustices of this place. And your job? Well, no job ever brought salvation to any man. Your married status? Enjoy what you have, but tomorrow is not promised to anyone. Your social status? An opportunity to give. Your neighborhood? Do you hear the pain behind those thick, beautiful stone walls? Your IQ? It is just as God planned. And your luck? I so don’t believe in luck.

Ok, maybe you did catch a break. Or yes, maybe you have had a rough life. And yes, yes, yes, it is not fair. Life is not fair. But at the end of the game, the pawn and the king, they all wind up in the same box. 

What matters is how we handle what we have in our hands. What we say about what is in our hands. What we choose in view of what is in our hands. How we make it grow. Or how we destroy it.

What matters is what we say about the One who allowed what we have in our hands right now, today. Because at the end of the game, the pawn and the king, they all wind up in the same box. 

The only difference lies with what the pawn says about the game, and what the king says about the game and its Maker. And that’s what really matters. And that’s what determines what happens after the game. Where you are in that box.

Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann

#591 Sore muscles

#592 God’s hand on my circumstances even when I don’t see it

#593 A lovely picture of my son and his fiancée

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12 comments

  1. For someone like me, who has all of her Chess pieces in the right spots, it would be easy for me to say, “Tough it up” to the next guy; however, having come from a good family with plenty of IQ, I’m not about to judge what it would have been like to have been born stupid or impoverished. This post seems naive.

    http://joycelansky.blogspot.com

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  2. “It’s what we do with what is in our hands.” My experiences, good and bad, form me into what I am today. I remember when we lost our daughter my husband and I held hands that first night in the dark and promised each other we would let our grief make us better and not bitter. It’s a journey and i hope I choose the good.

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  3. Barbara, I love this so much, especially the reminder of looking for an opportunity to give. 🙂

    Thank you for joining us for Let’s get Social Sunday! Hope you have a great week!

    Joy @ Yesterfood.blogspot.com

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