“I think it’s time for a change,” he relayed, with a mixture of frustration, anger, and weariness written across his face.
I had sensed it for a long time, but had been waiting for confirmation from the Lord.
Maybe I had that all along, but fear of change kept me from acknowledging it. I can’t really be sure.
Can I be honest? I think I have a tendency to get caught up in the obsession of sameness.
A couple times a year our nation turns its focus to those who have sacrificed, and many who have lost their lives in order for the citizens of our country to enjoy liberty and freedom. Many families grieve the loss of loved ones who served our country. For them, I pray that they will be drawn to the Father’s love and that He will comfort them in their grief and loss, and that their memories will sustain them and lend them strength.
Tears fell from my eyes as I hung up the phone from my physician. He was compassionate and kind, and I could tell he felt bad that there was only so much he could do to ease my pain and suffering while we searched for answers.
Friends had been texting, “Have you heard anything?” “What’s the latest?”
I sat for a moment blinking back the tears as my phone pinged to alert of another message coming in.
“I can’t handle any more,” I typed in response to a friend’s request for an update.
That’s just it. People, Christians included, often say that God won’t give you any more than you can handle, but that’s just not true. We’ve gotten it all wrong.
Have you ever worried about every day essential needs, like water, food, health? Have you ever been discouraged by the facts surrounding your circumstances? Have you ever been paralyzed by the fear stemming from not knowing how you would survive what appeared to be a devastating situation?
I’ve been there.