November 1, 2024

Today was Monday. I don’t care what you say, I don’t care what the calendar says. Today was Monday at our house.

The morning had been occupied with work and such, so that when it was time for Doug to go to the jail we hadn’t had any time together. That made it worse than a Monday.

After spending yesterday serving my turn at jury duty, I was meditating on how much work I had to do to make up for the lost day, how far my home is from being ready for Thanksgiving, how my wrists were going to chop and mix everything they had to chop and mix for the Big Dinner, and if I would ever finish my walls – that is, getting my collection of art and family photos in their most esthetically pleasing spots.

I don’t know if I’ve blogged about my wrists. Just to quickly fill you in, I fell in August and broke my left wrist and nearly broke the right. God’s merciful protection, 100%. Some days, they feel pretty good, or at least the right feels good. Then, some days, like on Mondays, they both hurt so much I just want to wrap them in my heating pad and feel sorry for myself.

Anyway, in the one-minute chat we had before he walked out the door, Doug and I both commiserated with each other about this cloud of gloom hanging over us. We really just want to dig a cave and hide sometimes. Ever feel that way? Or, fly kites everyday for the rest of our lives.

After he was on his way to jail, I made my way to the office and tried to think about how I could possibly finish this project (that I had started months ago) with two wrists which just didn’t want to work. And, that’s when Doug texted me. It was bad news. Very bad news. Unbelievably bad news. It was just what we needed to push us over the edge. We quickly got on the phone with each other and he started making some suggestions, apologizing for the situation—which was completely out of his control—and just feeling like the worst.

Well, I started to think about what he was saying, and I guess there was just enough Holy Spirit presence that I knew what he was saying and what I was thinking were trash garbage lies from Hell. I mean, the Holy Spirit took over and truth started pouring from my lips and faith started rising up and I realized that this horrible, terrible, very bad news was exactly what we needed. Honestly, it was like God was calling our bluff. It became really clear that our only solution was to trust God, and that’s the way we liked it.

Life just isn’t easy all the time, you know? It’s really just a matter of recognizing that your “not easy” is just what you can bear if you will let God speak truth into your circumstance and let faith in His proven love and care rise up once again. He knows us best.

 “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” Hebrews 11:1.

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