I mean, I know we’re not dying and all.
But it’s been a hard week–a hard couple of weeks.
You know that Offspring #1 had mono, right? That he missed a week of school?
And now Lisa feels like she’s living under a perpetual cruciatus curse.
This, on top of:
Diabetes, Fibromyalgia, disc problems in her neck.
Yet, somehow, until now, she has pressed through.
But, God, sometimes I wonder just what You’re up to?
You never tell me–saying that Your grace is sufficient.
And now? Now? Offspring #1 develops chest pain that doesn’t respond to rest or anti-inflammatories?
I repeat my question: what are You up to?
(And the coup de grace: I bet it was You behind the TV breaking again, wasn’t it?)
I know, like Job, I should trust Your sovereignty, but sometimes I just wonder…
You know, I haven’t complained about the sleep apnea, the seeming sinus infection, or the constantly feeling run down…
I just want some relief.
Sometimes I want You to take Your finger off of me. To leave me alone.
But I know better:
None else has the words of life. There are none who would shelter me that would not shelter You. If I flee, You are there–even the darkness is as light to You.
It’s just that with everything going on, with my wife and son afflicted–in short, with the demands of life:
I’m already broken.
Yet You’re breaking me still.
How has the Lord helped you through the hard times in your life? How is He breaking you?