It’s not about me. Seriously, it’s not. We all have a story. We all have trials – they just come in different flavors. Mine is nothing special – it is what it is. I am compelled to share only for this reason: freedom. God wants to take our burdens, big or small. He wants to make all things new. But we have to allow Him to do that. We must ask.
So what is my story? This was me a few years ago: first year teacher, first year working full time, son who was very angry, eldest daughter who was suicidal, husband who left me while announcing his homosexual self after 20 years of marriage, turned 40, beloved dog’s death, unwanted divorce.
But those details simply don’t matter. The details of our trials are just that – details. It’s what we do with our trials that defines us. Do we crawl back into bed or face each new moment with God’s strength? Do we bless God or curse our very existence? Yes, our trials are very real….whether it’s divorce, a miscarriage, death, or surgery. Here’s the good part. God has come. He has taken over and created all things new – and He can do the same for you. His faithfulness has enabled me to hold my head high and make my heart free to love and give. He has given me the most wonderful gift: my sweet handsome husband who is my faithful friend and love. God cares about all of our trials. And know what? He cares about you.
Want that too? Ask. Surrender yourself to God and He will be faithful in the little things as well as the big. From putting duct tape on my mouth to healing our hearts, God has worked his marvelous deeds. How beautiful it is on the other side. Won’t you join me? There’s plenty of room.
Welcome to my story. Pull up a chair and let’s sit awhile. I’ll put on some coffee. God is already here. Waiting. And He is good, so very good.