It’s getting old. Chikagunya, that is. It’s day 10 and I really thought I would feel completely back to normal by now. But I don’t. I have pain in my hands and knees. Nothing like it used to be–but certainly not normal, either. I want it to go away. I long for normalcy again. Then it dawned on me–many of you feel the same way.
You long for a “normal” marriage without all the bickering, arguing and unfaithfulness. You desire a child who is respectful, obedient and, can I say, tolerable. You desire to step back into time…the way things used to be…the days before hospital visits and terminable illness. You wish you could make the piles of bills disappear. Why? Because your current way of living is getting old. It doesn’t seem like living anymore.
Situations where we cannot foresee it turning around. It is in these situations that we often choose despair. Throwing in the towel may appear to be the best option. However, it is when we are at the end of our rope where God does His best work. We come to a point of realization that it is not us–but God.
“Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.” Psalm 43:5
“A friend loves at all times…” Proverbs 17:17
“Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable–if anything is excellent or praiseworthy–think about such things.” Philippians 4:8
“Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves.” Philippians 2:3