I don’t know about you, but our lives seem to move in waves. I can track from when Val and I met, almost twenty years ago now, and the graph would look like an amusement park ride with highs that soared and lows that plummeted. This week is one of those low weeks. Ever have a low week?
-Both of the boys are getting over a cold/respiratory thing that had them fighting fevers and congestion
-Car had a flat tire
-New bills arrive
-Rough week at work
And on and on it goes.
So much time spent putting out fires. For me, it is genetic. My mom is a “handler.” When a problem presents itself, it gets handled. I find myself having the same impulse, not at the frequency she has though. Val would be the first one to tell you. I’ll let something sit until I just can’t take it anymore and it will be handled.
Life levels off.
Then the next challenge arrives.
It gets so hard to just hold on and hope.
One of the biggest challenges we face as believers and communities of faith is Suffering. We have our classes, sermons, small groups, and devotionals. After every major news event, the talking heads emerge with explanations and fingers point our way. How could God let this happen?
Why? Why me? Why our family?
One of the best pieces of advice I’ve ever heard is from my friend Tim Boden. Tim is a pastor, musician, and author. We’ve exchanged long messages on more than a few dark nights and he always told me that God can handle my honesty. Prayers can be upfront and uncensored. Check out the Psalms. David didn’t hold back.
Jesus asked, on the cross, “Why have you forsaken me?”
The why question has passed through my lips more than once. In these moments we need to remember there is a light that never goes out. It cuts through the darkness. We have hope. We dream.
I dream because I can’t imagine the alternative.
I believe because I know my heart has been changed.
I love because Val deserves more than I could give her on my own.
I serve because my boys need to see what a man should look like.
I write to tell the story.