How to be honest?
This has been one of those very difficult weeks. One where it seems everything is going wrong and requires your attention, but there is something else pressing for the entirety of your thoughts and time, in this case: midterms.
And it's not the sort of messes you can actually clean up anyways, it's the sort you have to wade through and wait out.
These weeks are hard and I sometimes find myself wishing life would just be easy. But then again, I don't. I know many of you are reading this and thinking 'silly girl, your life is easy.' And it's true, I have such a wonderful life and so many blessings, and I am so wonderfully taken care of (I've reminded myself of this, this week). But then it comes down to the fact that my troubles are real, and my worries are real, and my pains are real. Like David, I feel hopeless.
And like David, I've chosen to say 'yet I will praise YOU' because I know He really is supplying my every need, and furthermore He really is growing me up and drawing me near to Him. I'd rather be a compassionate, tender woman who loves the Lord and is careful with the people in her life then one who has faced little hardship or pain and knows not how to 'handle with care.'
I've tasted the smallest measure of distinct pains, and I thank the Lord that He has but dropped my little toe in them, but I think He's strategically allowed these certain things so that I have just enough to say "I don't know what you are going through, but I know what you are going through." I know just enough to know, I don't know.
This is really me encouraging myself to persevere. This is me reminding myself that the Lord is right now working a good thing in me, and it is HIS patience with me that is my hope for ever being anything remarkable. It's His patience to walk me through these mucks and messes, and to not let me sit down in them. :)
2 comments:
Honey You are incredible women that I stand in astonishment every time I see how you find gold in every trail you go through. It is a mothers joy to say that she learns more from her children then they ever learned from her I love so much.
Mom
I haven't really commented on any of your posts. But every time I read one, I think..."Wow! I like the way she put that." This is the time of revelation I would write a poem about. It is so true what you are saying. I especially like the line: "it's the sort you have to wade through and wait out." It is a good combo of tenacity and patience.
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