I felt the panic rise and the riptide of the day starting as I awoke. I tamped it back down as it beat against me, my heartbeat quickening as I glanced at the clock which read 3:40. I layed back down and willed the clock back 8 hours or so. I sliced at it with the sword of the Word kept in my heart.
My cat sensed my stirrings and came up to nestle and I put my face in his fur and felt his purr, silly as it was it calmed me. The thought came: I should be over this kind of thing. But do we ever get totally at ease and comfortable in this life? And if so, then what do I need Him for?
You’d think I would be over this by now, this fear about meeting the day, but it still happens from time to time and I have the feeling I am not the only one.
We are bound to this earth until such time as these cords are cut and we fly back to our maker. Our real home. The one that every day I seem to glimpse a little more of. I think if we could catch one true glimpse of that life, we would never fear again, but God has given us the gift of faith which pulls us through and fills us with hope.
“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” Hebrews 11:1
Paul, a servant of God and an apostle of Jesus Christ for the faith of God’s elect and the knowledge of the truth that leads to godliness'” a faith and knowledge resting on the hope of eternal life, which God, who does not lie, promised before the beginning of time….Titus 1:1,2
Paul called his sufferings light and momentary afflictions.
He was beaten, thrown over-board, bitten by snakes, thrown in prison…….
Yeah, I can do this.
As the words to the song fill my car, my hands gripped the wheel as I counted the years in my head that Jesus has been walking with me……40 years with Jesus now, and shouldn’t I have this down pat?
But the answer came: Will there ever be a time to stop trusting, to stop learning, to stop leaning?
I hope that time never comes this side of Heaven.
Thankful for the thorn of my weakness today. Because every day it draws me closer. Nearer.
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This is so beautiful Lori. I love your phrase thorns of my weakness. You rock, friend. H
Heather………..Oh that means so much. And can I say again and again how I love the truth and reality in your writing? I have a dear friend reading it and she loves it as well….it has blessed her and helped her in dealing with her son who is struggling. Peace to you…..Lori