Life is sometimes, well, often, hard. Nothing new there. I’m sure you all know that by now.
Yeah, I know, but I’ve been pondering this recently. Okay, so I ponder it a lot. Deep down a part of me really thinks that it should be easy. I’ve had enough hard. I’ve paid my dues. Isn’t it time for easy!?!
The logical side of me knows that there’s no such thing as paying enough dues to have it easy for the rest of my life. That side also understands that some people’s lives would make mine seem like a walk in the park. In the grand scheme of things, I have no right to complain.
Still there are times when the car needs expensive repair work and the faucet is leaking and that cranky woman ran over my toe with her grocery cart and traffic is backed up to there and oh, yeah, I need a root canal.
Want to know what I do when I have weeks like that?
I whine. I tell God and anyone who will listen how unfair it is. Sometimes I even cry into my pillow at night.
This week in the midst of my self-righteous rant about the unfairness of life, I remembered that God didn’t promise it would be easy. He promised eternity with Him would be easy. That’s my reward for trusting Him through anything this life throws at me.
And I remembered that my strength isn’t enough, it’s God’s strength that builds me up. It’s there. I just need to ask for it.
It is God who arms me with strength and keeps my way secure. ~1 Samuel 22:33