Balancing the Scales of Justice

Right now I'm living in the midst of an unfolding dream to build a business. In faith I'm looking into the future, to the time when we pass our business down to the next generation, but for the time being I’m excited and thankful that one of my most endearing dreams is actually unfolding, by the grace of God’s bountiful blessings on our family.

Before we have a successful business to pass on, however, there’s a lot of hard work to be done as anyone who’s grown a business knows. Besides finding new outlets for our fudge, we average five demonstration and sales events each weekend. That means cooking up the fudge during the week, cutting and packaging the squares, so we’ll have the inventory ready for a busy weekend of event sales.

Then, there’s packing up our car, traveling, and setting up for the demonstration, often the night before if it will be an early start. On one Saturday morning we were scheduled to present during a holiday fair at my old high school. That meant setting up on Friday night.

I’m someone whose life has been haunted by memory monsters that can rear their ugly heads without warning triggering anxiety, labored breathing, heart palpitations, if not full-blown panic attacks while reliving flashbacks of hell-house horrors. Walking into the field house I could look through the windows and see the old track where I’d had so much success as an elite track-and-field runner.

Instead of distress, I was momentarily reliving the euphoria of a successful mile run where once again I emerged victorious despite being chased by determined, capable competitors! On that same track I’d broken the school record for the 880-yard run.

In the morning, we walked onto that very track on our way to our designated spot on the field for the holiday fair. Kids from the high school student government were there proudly sporting our school colors and the award pins they’d earned on their jackets.    

I had to pause to appreciate this dramatic change of pace for my normal memory madness.

Growing up, cherished memories were far and few between, but even as a young child I learned to claim God’s promise to eventually balance the scales of justice.

Now, years later, I can tell you that promise was kept for me, and if you are struggling with injustice in your life, stay true to your faith and things will get better for you as well.