Upon opening my mail today and reading that my license had been suspended due to a miscommunication and racing to the court to talk to the judge before they were closed for the weekend, then being told I owe a large sum of money due to something that was not my fault and breaking down in the lobby and the police station in front of everyone in their brother, only to be told that my court hearing is a week away and that I had to go half way across town to the MVD before they closed, I was struck with the realization that when we die and finish this rat race the only thing we will have left are the people we impacted and the experiences we had. Not just the people that are close to us but those people who are hurting more than we ever will. Yearning for just a simple smile. None of the chaos or money on this Earth will be brought with us. None of the hurt, pain, tears, agony will be brought with us when we go to HEAVEN.
Though I am enduring trials beyond my power, it is showing me just how weak I am. How powerless and unfaithful I am. Comfort is easy, strain and pressure is not easy. A life worth living is not easy. I will have the rug ripped beneath my feet, I will have money taken from my hand and I will have all comfort taken away but those things that really matter will always remain and the circumstances around me will never change that.
It's the small things
Jeremiah 29:11 (New Living Translation)
11 For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.
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