Living life is quite an experience.
Like my momma used to say, “If it ain’t one thing, it’s half dozen others”.
Well…this month, it has been more than half dozen others. In Mark 6:3l Jesus says to His apostles:
“Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest”.
The past few weeks have proved to be anything but conducive for getting some rest. There have been dinners for clubs, dinners for bereaved families, a surgery, trying to throw up a few Christmas decorations, and planning (or at least doing a lot of thinking) about a pre-Christmas visit from the two youngest grandchildren and their mom and dad.
Granted, I’ve done a lot more “thinking about it” than actual performance. That’s why I haven’t gotten more done. As a pre-Christmas activity, I go back to the eye surgeon on Dec. 22 just to confirm that the pressure in my eye is still as low as he thinks is safe. Then….plans for the other eye.
But this is trivial, compared to what others have gone through in the past 2 or 3 weeks…a tragic death by accident of a young woman of our community and the emptiness that her family will endure every December for years to come.
And, just yesterday, the funeral of a dear fellow who has been ill for many months. His wife will also feel the loneliness that the loss of a spouse brings.
It’s times like this that certain words take up residence in my heart…faith, trust, hope, love.
I believe that faith is a gift. Faith must be cared for like a new plant. It must be well tended , fed, watered, given light. This is how our faith grows; by spending time with an unseen God. This may continue to confuse those who choose to remain without faith, but it’s a beautiful mystery that’s uncovered in our lives; and as our walk with God deepens, so does our faith.
I trust that God is faithful to keep his promise to never leave us.
And…I hope that the time soon comes that I can “find a quiet place and get some rest.”
1 comment:
When I was about 8 I told my mother I didn't think the almighty existed. She told me that was something I should never question.
Why mother?
Just don't, trust me.
But why mother?
Because once you do, you may never be able to believe again.
I'll take that chance mother.
And now that I think of it, the principal of my school taught Sunday School at 11:00, my brother and I went at 10:00. She never saw the violence I lived in either.
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