Raise your hand if this sounds familiar. Your world is falling apart. Everything that could go wrong has. You lost your job. You got a bad diagnosis. You received gut-wrenching news. You don't understand how...or why...any of this could have happened. But it happened anyway, and you're left picking up the pieces. You have a choice. You can let the despair and the darkness overwhelm and convince you that there is no way out, or you can hold on to hope and trust that the Lord is able to call forth light in the darkest of places. Even this one. God is not defined by our circumstances. He is good. No matter what you're facing, if you belong to Him, you can rest in that truth. He is good. He is with you. And he'll lead you out of even this, one step at a time.
Given the option between a life of ease and a life of suffering, I'll take the the easy road every time. Yes please to the good life. Hard pass on the hardship. But Jesus isn't like me. He knew what was to come, and he walked toward it with eyes and arms wide open.
Here lately, every time I hear the familiar chords of an old hymn at church, tears prick my eyes, and it's a real struggle not to ugly cry in the middle of the sanctuary. It's the darnedest thing. Given the sidelong glances she gives me every time it happens, I'm pretty sure that our youngest daughter is seriously worried about me.