Yesterday I felt like screaming. Why? Because it's been four months since I've been able to take my dog or just take myself on a long walk. Knee surgery, meant to help in the long run, has rendered me unable to walk more than a block or two without disabling pain.
With beautiful weather here in the south, I watch as dogs and people walk happily past my yard. Ugh!!! I want to scream, but some people think that Christians should handle pain or disappointment with stoic, silent reservation...find joy in our suffering. Okay...I know...but still I want to scream.
Think about it...God gave us lungs to scream in joy or in pain. He gave us tear ducts from which to shed tears. Think further. What do lots of babies do upon entering this world? They scream and cry. Why? Because they've just been pushed and pulled into a place they really don't like. It's new and harsh and uncomfortable here. They are protesting!
But, ahhhh to be placed in mother's arms.
"I will not leave you comfortless; I will come to you." (John 14:18)
I am reminded by a friend to take my recuperation one day at a time. (Truth I sometimes don't want to hear.)
"Thy word is a lamp unto my feet..." (Psalm 119:105)
God lights our path one step at a time. He may not show us miles ahead, but just enough to put one foot in front of the other.
Yesterday really stunk, big time! But, today is a little better. Rarely is the journey progressively upward each and every day.
God promises that "His mercies are new every morning..." (Lamentations 3:23)
Want to scream? Then scream. I'll scream with you...then know that God is bigger than all of this. He's got this. Better yet - He's got you!
Great is His faithfulness one day at a time.