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Strength in weakness

 

I’ve been reading about friends who are running marathons, triathlons, climbing tall hills, going on adventurous hikes, and exciting vacations. I remember the days when I felt strong. It’s everyone’s goal to be strong, isn’t it? After all, who aspires to be weak? But just as strength has its place, so weakness has its place and purpose…in God’s plan. A weakness that becomes strength…if we allow God to use it for good.

 

Paul writes about this in 2 Corinthians 12. We don’t know the details, but there was something he considered “a thorn in the flesh” that made him weak. It was given “to keep me from becoming conceited.” He prayed three times for it to be taken away, but God’s response was this:

“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” (V 9)

Paul concludes, “I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” (V 10)

 

It’s not usually our first response, is it? We’re not naturally attracted to weakness and pain. In fact, usually, we do everything we can to avoid it. We fight it, we cry over it, we pray to be delivered from it. But before it leaves us, there is something to be gained if we determine to not waste our weakness or pain. What can be gained from weakness? Two things:

 

Grace… and strength.

 

Grace is the God-given gift that allows us to be thankful even in our sorrows. It allows us to be kind and patient with others when we feel that we’ve been shorted ourselves. Grace reaches out of pain and weakness to bring hope and encouragement to others when you most need it yourself. God’s grace speaks comfort, contentment and peace when every other part of our mind and body are screaming to escape the pain and sorrow we feel. Grace fills our cup so it overflows onto others when we feel empty. Grace sustains.

 

And what about strength? Where is it revealed in the face of weakness? First, there is the strength that comes from God when we stop thrashing about in our own efforts. I remember “rescuing” a fellow as part of my lifesaving test. After months of training, I dove into the shallow end of the olympic pool and swam forcefully toward the “victim” who was thrashing the water in the deep end. His wild antics to “save himself” were counterproductive, wearing him out and not bringing him any closer to safety. And when I reached him he doubled his efforts to twist and writhe and splash, fighting my every effort to take him under my arm and pull him to the pool’s edge. But then (thankfully, or I never would have passed my test) he surrendered his efforts to my leading and allowed me to bring him to safety. It’s like that with us and God too. When we come to the end of ourselves and find ourselves hopelessly weak, it is precisely then that God’s strength can carry us away from the depths that threaten to consume us. His strength is best made known in our weakness; it is when we stop fighting that he can bring the victory we seek in our life. The strength comes from his indwelling Spirit who always speaks truth.

 

I remember a picture of a mighty lion on the wall of the U of I transplant unit. The caption read, “Courage and strength to all who walk these halls.” I suppose none of us who walked those halls ever so slowly, 7 laps to a quarter mile, felt strong. But there is strength to be found in taking one courageous step after another. It is the strength that perseveres after cancer has done its worst. It’s the same courageous strength that allows you to get out of bed when you feel depressed, to reach out when you feel all used up, and to keep believing truth when you feel like giving up.

 

There is strength in weakness. God’s strength and sustaining grace. Soak it in today while you are strong, so you can draw on it when you are weak.

 

This earthly tent

 

Do you like tent camping? It used to be a passion of ours to camp in some primitive or semi-primitive area, away from life’s busyness and surrounded by the full extent of God’s creation. But sometimes, it wasn’t all we had hoped for, like the time near Cradle Mountain in Tasmania, when we discovered a two man mountain tent wasn’t really built for two people, especially when Marcia was pregnant with our first child! Or the night at Jindabyne, Australia where we found ourselves surprised by an unpredicted snowfall (Yes, it was the Snowy Mountain range) and we groaned all night as our teeth chattered. Or at the Craggs, Colorado, near Pike’s peak when we discovered our tent wasn’t nearly as waterproof as we thought. Or the night in South Dakota when the tornado siren went off and we were wondering if the tent pegs would hold firm in the storm. Yes, sometimes tenting was fun, but sometimes we groaned a lot and longed for our permanent home!

 

Actually, that is precisely how Paul describes our present life, as an “earthly tent” that groans and longs for our “heavenly dwelling”, our permanent “building from God.” It was actually God’s design that we live here for a “short” while.  Just as we never dreamed of making our tenting site our permanent home, God doesn’t intend for us to become too attached to “home” in this world. Why? Because it isn’t our real home! (2 Corinthians 5)

 

But what we do with our bodies and our lives does matter to God. In fact, Paul writes there will come a time when all believers will appear before the Judgment Seat of Christ. It will be a time of giving account of how we lived our lives (2 Corinthians 5:10, Romans 14:10-12). Rather than being a time of judging salvation, maybe it’s best to think of it as a time of rewards for a life lived well. It will be a measuring of our faith in serving Christ, in being his ambassador, in carrying out his Great Commission, in disciplining ourselves to achieve victory our sin’s temptations, and how well we controlled our tongues when we interacted with others. Everything that we wasted in life will be consumed and destroyed, but everything that was done intentionally for God will stand the test and be preserved.

 

If you’ve ever wondered, “What is my purpose in this life?” Paul answers it clearly in this passage in 2 Corinthians 5. We are called to pitch our earthly tent on the mountain of God so we can be reconciled to him, and once reconciled to make it our focus to implore others to do the same. God doesn’t force us into submission to his way and so neither are we to coerce others. But rather we should live intentionally in such a manner to bear witness to his power to make us into “new creations” transformed by his mercy and grace.

 

We’re advised to not become too comfortable in this life. Our earthly tent is not our permanent home. The degree to which we’re overly comfortable here dulls our sense of longing to be fully at home in the Lord. If we sometimes groan in this earthly tent, it is for a reason. We don’t belong here. Our full reward and greatest joy is yet to be experienced in heaven.

 

But while we are here, “we are Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making his appeal through us.” (2 Corinthians 5:20)

 

Don’t waste your life. Live well, filled with his purpose and passion.

 

Can I really make a difference?

 

I was chatting with a recent college graduate recently and the subject of making a difference in the world came up. Eager to find his way of making a difference in the world, he asked me, “So, what was the first time you realized you can make a difference?”

 

The first time I realized I could make a difference? That’s a hard one.

 

I went into teaching thinking I could make a difference. In Australia I was the 6th music teacher in 6 years at the local high school. I like to think I made a difference by bringing music from something that was hated to something that was merely disliked. (sigh) I started their first brass band. Years later they did a concert tour of Europe! Who would have known? It was in Oz that I asked if I could work with the students in Special Education. That simple request turned into a thirty year career working with people with disabilities. It reminds me that when we set out to make a difference in someone’s life it often works out that they end up being the ones who make a difference in our life!

 

Like you, we pour ourselves into our children. We introduce them to Jesus who makes the difference in our lives. We fill them with love and hope, skills, encouragement, and values. The difference that is made is how they pour their lives into their children…and others.

 

Rebuilding over forty homes over eight years following Hurricane Katrina, we found that you make a difference by just by showing up and serving others. In all 150 people joined us in ten “vacation” trips to gut and rebuild homes and encourage people. Everyone on the team had different skills. Some thought they had no skills at all. Have you ever thought that? Maybe you’ve thought, “I’d like to serve but I just don’t feel qualified. I don’t know how to make a difference.” The truth is we can all make a difference in the lives of others and in our world. We only have to surrender our obsession with serving ourselves and then we find all kinds of opportunities to serve and encourage others. Some things seem impossible. One of our teams went into a house that had been flooded for weeks. The putrefying stench was so bad they quickly ran out. It was impossible to think of going back in. But with God all things are possible. They huddled in prayer and, with God’s power, went back and got the job done.

 

Our passion for the people of Bolivia started with sponsoring a Compassion International child. (YOU can do this too for only $38/month.) We started praying for her, her family, then her community and country. We asked God to help us see others through HIS eyes. When we visited Daniela in 2011, she showed us all the letters and photos we had sent her over the ten year period. It takes so little to make a difference in one person’s life!

 

The enemy would like to convince you that you have nothing to give, no special talents or gifts, no way to make a difference. But God has different plans. He gifts us in different ways so we can work together toward the same work of advancing God’s plan on earth. Paul compares it to the human body, composed of many parts but working together for a common purpose. In a time where so many are fighting against each other, striving to advance their own agenda, how we desperately need to remind ourselves of the important contribution we must make…by working together to make a difference.

 

It takes only one person to make a difference but it also takes us all.

 

Do you want to make a difference? Ask God to show you how to see people through his eyes. And then show up and be an encouragement to others.

 

“There are different kinds of gifts, but the same Spirit distributes them. There are different kinds of service, but the same Lord. There are different kinds of working, but in all of them and in everyone it is the same God at work. 1 Corinthians 12:4-6

 

Persistent prayer

 

Growing up, there was a Jewish friend of our family we always lovingly referred to as our “aunt.” She was a dear soul in many ways. One of her passions in life was pursuing a sense of justice in life which typically involved “fighting city hall.” If she felt there was a wrong being imposed on the community she would fight against it with a pen that was as mighty as any sword. She was both tenacious and persistent in her quest to seek justice and protection for the people. When the city officials encountered her, they realized they were either in for a long battle or their ultimate resignation to her persistent pleas.

 

Luke 18 tells a parable about a similarly persistent woman who was not about to give up. She repeatedly came to an unjust judge to plead for protection from her adversary. Initially the judge refused to see her. But she was so persistent that she wore him down with her requests. It is similar to the prayers of the persistent friend in Luke 11. One prayed for protection and the other for provision.

 

Some people think that this parable compares God to the unjust judge meaning we should persist in prayer for what we want until we “wear God down.” But that interpretation is in contrast with what all of scripture says about God’s just, loving, and faithful heart toward us. A better interpretation sees it as contrasting God’s faithful love to the unjust and begrudging judge in the parable.

 

We understand the persistent widow’s plea as we come up against unjust and corrupt individuals and organizations. Whether it is an unjust boss, the city council, or legislative body, we make our pleas to appeal their sense of rightness. The more passionate our cause, the persistent we are in our pleas.

 

But God is not like the unjust judge, the begrudging boss or the reluctant legislator. Praying to God is not like fighting city hall. Our God is a loving and faithful God who is always willing and able to hear and answer us when we pray according to his perfect will; not for the candy we want but for the nutrition we need. He longs to protect us and to provide for us. We persist in prayer, not because we need to persuade him to see our cause, but to seek his timing and will. We persist in faith, knowing that his answer will be best for us. Our prayers are not a means of wrestling or fighting against God to get what we want, but to work persistently and consistently with God to bring about what he wants . . . his good and pleasing will for us and the fulfillment of his will.

 

Jesus links the parable of the persistent widow with the condition of the faithful who will be subject to such injustice and terror in the final days. In that time, there will be no reasoning with or fighting against our oppressors. Our only “weapon” will be our faithful and persistent prayers. Best we learn to pray that way now!

 

As we persist in asking for God’s protection for our loved ones and in pleading for his mercy to fall upon those who desperately need it, let’s be in persistent prayer also to know him more. Let’s not be satisfied with a bit of God but continually come before him asking for all of him; learning also to yield all of ourselves to the pursuit of his purpose. In faith, let’s not give up but persist in praying for his will to be done. . . On earth as it is in heaven.

 

Your new house

 

Do you remember the excitement you once had in moving to a new house? There is the joyful anticipation of exploring new possibilities and making improvements. You know to repair the roof before decorating the inside. You change the locks to make it secure and clean the windows so you can enjoy a proper view of the world outside. We added an addition to our very first house that made it into a different house entirely. It’s quite a lot of work and it takes a long time if you do it yourself. But when you step back, you realize it’s worth it to create something better than you started with.

 

Remodeling a house is a metaphor for what God does when we ask Jesus to be the Lord of our life. Our bodies are God’s “temple” and are designed to be pleasing to him. When we invite Jesus into our lives (our house), he starts fixing things. He secures the roof over our heads to protect us. He has us clean the windows so we can see the world clearly through his eyes. He has us replace the books and magazines we read and the movies we watch. He might even tinker with some of our possessions and hobbies that we prize too much. He might have us expand the living and dining areas to make room for us to invite others into our home. The more he lives in our home, the more changes there are. C.S. Lewis observes: “You thought you were going to be made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace.”

 

God always has in mind something quite better than what we imagine for ourselves!

 

John 14:2-3 is a familiar passage to many of us:

“My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.”

 

It tells of our true home, our heavenly home that he is preparing for us, and also the time when he will return for us. But there is another place he is busy preparing for us. It is his present place within us, the core of our life and being. At our invitation, Jesus is remodeling our “house.” He has on fact, already “come back” in the person of his Spirit who has made his home in us.

 

When I built a long patio area with an extended roof, I consulted an engineer so I would know how to design the load bearing beam. I could have built it according to a cheaper and inferior design. But I knew this cross beam had to support the weight of the roof and whatever loads it must bear during the snowy winter months, so I followed the designer’s “blueprint.” We certainly can build our life house according to our own choosing and our own comforts. But Jesus sends his Spirit who knows the blueprint for how our life is best designed. He provides the “cross” beam that carries our heaviest loads. He takes the shabbiest of shacks and converts them into masterpiece palaces that offer some reflection of the grandeur of his nature.

 

There are times when the remodeling of our lives is inconvenient, even tiresome and painful. Sometimes we feel like giving up. Truthfully, the job will not be fully completed until we move into our permanent home in heaven. But the remodeling process is why we are here. It is our purpose to be built up according to his plan and used according to his purpose and for his goodness. Today is a good day to look around your “house” and ask the master designer what is next on the remodeling list. Submit to his plan and enjoy the benefits of his design for you.

 

 

Mansions in heaven

 

We like to think about heaven but we hate to think about hell. That place of eternal torment and punishment is too much for us to grasp. Who can bear the thought of eternal darkness, and yet burning fire, of complete separation from friends and loved ones, and utter separation from God? I wonder sometimes if we forget from WHAT we were saved?! It should burn in our memory every day!

 

I remember when the reality of heaven and hell hit me. I remember the weight of my sin and the punishment I deserved. I remember the depth of my inadequacy to escape it in my own power. Even at a relatively young age I recognized that none of my God-given abilities and talents were sufficient to remove my sin problem. But oh, I wanted to escape the punishment. I remember reading that Jesus not only forgives the sins we confess and removes our punishment but has also gone ahead to prepare a place for us in heaven. Because He says there are many mansions in heaven, we think of ‘our place’ being one of them. Imagine not only avoiding just punishment but given a reward instead! I remember telling Him, that it would be quite enough if I had a little shack by the River of Life. But he would have none of that; a mansion it would be.

 

Have you ever wondered what a heavenly mansion will look like? Since we will have heavenly bodies it seems likely it might not be a brick and mortar building like we imagine. But it will be magnificent. He’s given us temporary earthly bodies to be the home for His Holy Spirit. And even in the frailty of these bodies we can sense some degree of God’s glory within and around us. Imagine having a glorified heavenly body that could serve as a ‘mansion’ for ALL of His glory! If you could take the feeling of any moment of wonder that took your breath away and multiply that a million times, it might be that much goodness. . . enough to fill a mansion – and beyond!

 

Did you know we can experience a piece of that here and now? As we learn to commune with the Holy Spirit throughout the day, He reveals more of God’s glory to us. And the more we exalt God’s goodness and glory, the more His Spirit fills us. The more we grow thankful hearts the more the goodness of the Lord and His ever sufficient grace pours over us. It runs through our pain and sorrow. It’s not a patronizing conciliation. It’s the truth. God’s goodness remains constant in spite of our troubles and our feelings. That piece of heaven, however small it seems, is available for our discovery each day.

 

“I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living.” Psalm 27:13

 

 

“A grenade in your dream box”

 

That was the expression used by my oncologist at my 2 year post transplant evaluation. It was his folksy yet compassionate way of acknowledging the impact this troublesome journey with cancer and reluctant transplant recovery has had on our dream of mission work in Bolivia. The latest medical counsel is “Wait…” at least until my health stabilizes. We had been preparing ourselves for this news when my GVHD recently returned. We’re looking to a new short-term treatment intended to derail what seems to be leading to a repeat of my earlier Failure To Thrive diagnosis. It could be much worse, so we’re thankful.

 

As we left the doctor’s office, this unusual expression lingered in my mind. And I wondered, have you ever had a grenade in your dream box? Something that suddenly, unexpectedly, and explosively disrupted your greatest plans and hopes? Perhaps Joseph felt that way when he was abandoned by his brothers or when he was later falsely accused and thrown in prison. King Saul was constantly throwing a grenade in David’s dream box. Fourteen years separated David’s anointing and actually becoming King. Certainly, the disciples must have been shell-shocked when their Lord’s body was taken down from the cross. We remember the long sessions praying and counseling with friends who lost a child at much too early an age. I recall working in a nursing facility where two women were in agony the same night; one whose body was failing while she pleaded for life and another who pleaded for Jesus to take her home, but her body would not surrender. I remember the gentle old man who visited his wife every single day though Alzheimer’s had quickly robbed her of every memory of him. Some dreams seem to be lost forever.

 

Whether big or small, God cares about your dreams. His unending love and amazing grace doesn’t always make it easy. But He makes it possible, because His compassion and mercies are new – every single morning. We don’t always feel it but His presence is what we need when dreams are broken. Where else would we turn? Will our emotions and logic console us?

 

Sometimes dreams are lost for a season, sometimes for this present life. But the very strong foundation on which our faith is built tells us to hold on to hope, to let it be a secure anchor in the most tumultuous of storms. It’s a place where everything else is weighed on the scale and measured against the value of knowing Jesus and being able to come to Him only by grace, while we wait.

 

Perhaps in that place of waiting out your present storm, you might find you are meant to be part of someone else’s dream, an answer to their prayer, an encouragement to the hurting, a ray of hope to those who have lost their light.

 

If it seems your dream box is shattered, if what you’ve built your life upon comes crashing down, come to Jesus. Come, just as you are. Don’t wait to get patched up. Just come. Honor His name in the storm. And if you can’t do that, come anyway. In the darkness of the night, hold on to your hope. Resurrection morning is coming soon.

 

 

NOT a heart attack

 

I repeat: It was NOT a heart attack.

 

I have to say this with the disclaimer that I’m a man. And I know we men have an innate ability to discount the serious while amplifying the trivial. (Bullet to the stomach? It’s only a flesh wound. A few days of diarrhea? Oh my goodness, Come Lord Jesus! Actually, in all fairness, I think I’ve been through some significantly tough times with this cancer journey. Being nearly ‘killed’ three times with heavy doses of chemo in hopes the body will resurrect itself time and again took a certain toll. But this was different.

 

While driving to Des Moines, I – a man – recognized that I needed to pull over. The pain in my chest was severe to the point of nearly matching the incident when the millions of immature white blood cells broke through to my back. So calmly, I pulled over and walked to the passenger side so I could rest. I was doing pretty good until I fainted and smashed my knee on the pavement and then fainted into the ditch. My loving wife got me turned around and back to the car. No problem. But apparently seeing my eyes roll into the back of my head and my lips turning blue scared her. I remember her calling 911 and me saying I just need to lay down and rest. I remember ‘waking up’ to her yelling at me to breathe. My tender and loving wife never yells at me, so you can understand that after nearly 43 years of marriage, I almost immediately recognized this as a cue to open my eyes and remember to breathe again. Men have this innate ability to sense such subtle cues.

 

The ambulance crew came to ‘check me out’ but when they strapped me in the gurney and loaded me into the ambulance I knew I wasn’t going to get my way. So they started an IV, EKG, and oxygen ‘just to be sure’. These paramedic types are cautious folk. All I wanted was to get warm and lie still. After some 1800 miles on a bumpy dirt road, we arrived at the hospital where I got all I wanted, to lie down under some warm blankets…in the ER hallway…for three hours.

 

Those poor medical staff must have been busy. I remember thinking how many *really* sick people they must have to deal with. All I wanted was a GI cocktail (simethicone, maalox, and lidocane). And a sip of water. And once all my symptoms disappeared after a couple of hours, they gave it to me. Apparently some pigmy tribe stole my blood work and that of four other patients, so after a CAT scan, they reran the tests. As I suspected, everything was fine. I’m healthy as a racehorse, just not as strong.

 

So eventually my dear wife collected the discharge papers saying I should rest and notify my doctor if symptoms recurred and lasted more than two weeks. And we drove home, thinking about the experience. Is it just me or do you also have the capacity to waste your own time and money without any difficulty, but find it unbearable when someone (or something) else is in charge of the wasting? So I bring up the checklist of lessons learned:
1. God saved me from something that might have been serious. Check.
2. God is always faithful. Knew that. Depend on him daily. Check.
3. My dear wife and devoted son are always dependable to be at my side in a moment’s notice and without a whisper of complaining. Knew that. They proved that over and over this past two years. Check.
4. Sometimes there doesn’t seem to be any great benefit to waiting. It’s just part of life. The key is to not let it make you bitter. Discipline yourself to be thankful. Check.
5. Hospitals have some sort of meter that measures how many tests and procedures are required to drain your bank account. You generally get better in proportion to the number of tests they run with negative results. Maybe I would have felt like I got my money’s worth if they actually found something wrong! Check. (At least, I think this might be true.)
6. Learn to laugh at yourself. Check.

 

All is well. God is good – in tough and scary times and the great times too. I have the most amazing wife in the whole world. Sleep is one of the greatest gifts of all.

 

 

A Titanic reminder

 

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We were more drawn to walks in the Smoky Mountains than tourist attractions. However, we were glad to visit the Titanic museum in Pigeon Forge. Upon entry, we were assigned boarding passes with the identities of historic Titanic passengers. I was 16-year-old Harry Sadowitz, a Jewish tradesman who made fur coats, taking third class passage to follow my father who had immigrated to America. Marcia was Amalie Gieger, a 35-year-old Prussian immigrant and personal maid to the wife of “Pennsylvania’s richest” George Widener, traveling first class on the luxury ship. This was interesting because John Borland Thayer and his wife Marian, had just returned to their cabin after dinner with the Wideners when the Titanic struck the iceberg. I (Harry) did not survive the voyage. Nor did John Thayer. Marcia (as Amalie) survived, as did Marian Thayer and her son Jack.

 

It must have been amazing. It was implied that even the 14 young people who had fled poverty in the poor county of Addergole, Ireland, would have found third class steerage on the Titanic to be luxurious in comparison to their homeland life. In fact, all 2,224 Titanic passengers were likely bathed in some degree of lavish luxury for four days, before being sent into the icy Atlantic waters. Only 710 survived. As my boarding pass stated, “There were no passenger favorites when Titanic went under. Rich and poor were tossed together in a struggle for survival – some in fur, some in cheap woolens, but all in the hands of God.”

 

The museum creators recreated the famous Grand Staircase true to the original blueprints. Before ascending them, we were greeted by a man dressed in character as Titanic third class passenger Austin van Billiard. He told how he had discovered diamonds in Africa and had sewn these ‘most prized possessions’ into the lining of his coat. With plans to become a diamond merchant in America, he went ahead on the voyage with his two oldest boys, hoping to bring the rest of his family over later. With poetic license, van Billiard told of trying to convince his two boys to get on the lifeboat as the disaster struck, but they would not leave their father’s side. In the end, he concluded he had prized his diamonds above all, realizing too late that his family was his very most valued ‘possession.’ He and his sons all perished.

 

Whatever degree of luxury you live in today – and it is lavish compared with most in the world – we enjoy it for just a short voyage. Whatever ambitions and hopes you have for this present voyage, they will soon come to an end. This might seem like a somber reflection, but consider it a joyful reminder to celebrate the life we have this very day. Live it fully and intentionally on purpose, remaining faithful to the specific call God himself has placed upon you.

 

 

Rejoicing in salvation

 

On our drive home we encountered a lockdown on I-64 in Louisville. There were two accidents within a couple of miles of our exit. Both were nonserious, though significantly disruptive to those involved. The exit traffic itself was completely congested with three interstates in downtown Louisville tied up at the same time. So we sat on the interstate until eventually everything slowly became unplugged. It delayed us an hour but was really no big deal.

 

But what about when we get stuck in the traffic of life? You’re moving along smoothly and then all out of nowhere comes a congested area where the ‘stuff’ of life quickly piles up. You try to move forward to get out of the quagmire but no matter what you try you can’t get any momentum. You call to the Lord to rescue you from your trouble, but you hear no answer. You ask: Has God forgotten me? Will He eventually ‘remember’ me and reveal Himself to me? HOW LONG will it take to get out of this situation that has me stopped still? I’ve felt that way before and I’m guessing you have too. Guess what? “The man after God’s own heart”, David, felt that way too.

 

“How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me?
How long must I wrestle with my thoughts
and day after day have sorrow in my heart?
How long will my enemy triumph over me?
Look on me and answer, Lord my God.
Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death,
and my enemy will say, “I have overcome him,”
and my foes will rejoice when I fall.” Psalm 13:1-4

 

To David it seemed that he was stuck in the traffic of life. Worse yet, he was about to be run over by his enemies! And there were no signs of letting up. No indication that things were about to get better. No shining light in his present darkness. I’m not talking about an hour delay on I-64 in Louisville, nor even about the longer and costlier delay and suffering incurred by those whose cars were damaged. No, David’s situation, and maybe yours too, was one whose time of redemption was not in sight, nor even apparent it would come at all! It seemed that defeat at his enemies hands was might be imminent! And what was David’s response?

 

“But I trust in your unfailing love;
my heart rejoices in your salvation.
I will sing the Lord’s praise,
for he has been good to me.” Psalm 13:5-6

 

David trusted in God’s unfailing love. He rejoices in God’s salvation. He sang God’s praise. Why? Because, despite his present circumstances, “he has been good to me.”

 

In the middle of our ‘stuck’ situations we too can keep trusting in God’s unfailing love and praise him for our salvation. If you had nothing else, wouldn’t that alone be quite enough? Enjoy God’s goodness even while you wait for your resolution.