We reach with nimble fingers. Trying to grasp that which seems fleeting. When we think we have hold, like a sieve faith slips through.
With tears we fall. A hard thump on to dusty, cracked soil.
The difficult moments of life always seem to hit at once. Gathered into a pothole on this road are loss, pain, exhaustion, confusion…and the list goes on – until we find ourselves drowning in everything. It jumps us up. Detours our otherwise peaceful life.
We are not necessarily doubting thatGod will do the best for us; we arewondering how painful the best will turnout to be. – C.S. Lews
This week. The past seven days have been hard. Have been stress-fllled.
With two car accidents in less than 36 hours. Tensions that arise in marriages because of such situations. Friends who experienced attack after attack in the span of less than 12 hours because they are pursing what God has called them to do.
We reach. Our nimble fingers sore. We fall. We cry out to Jesus. The one we always need. At times our faith seems as dry as the ground we’ve just collapsed on. We see brokenness and chips where lush green grasses once filled our hearts.
And as we lay there. Tears that stain our cheeks and our hands slowly seep into the dustiness, rehydrating our brokenness. Faith comes in, in the stillness. Between the sobs for mercy. She rests her never weary hand on our shoulder, then takes our hand.