If Josiah was having a difficult day, and I asked him how he was doing, he’d usually think, take a breath, smile, and say something like, “Well, today is difficult… but God is good.”
I always liked that. Honesty about life’s difficulties. Honesty about the reality of God’s character through it all.
Yes, life is sometimes difficult, but even more affirmative is the truth that God is good through it all.
I’ve had a nasty cold for over two weeks now. I hate summer colds. While everyone else is having an awesome time enjoying the weather, I’m stuck indoors sweating and hacking up my lungs while trying to keep the snot where it belongs. I’d like to go on, but you all know what it’s like.
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Everybody has a grandpa, but there’s no one like my Grandpa Jack.
My grandpa never won a Nobel Prize or wrote a novel, but he taught me how to paddle a canoe and how to row a boat. Grandpa showed me how to dig up the big nightcrawlers in the wet leaves at the cottage, how to get the worm on the hook and the hook on the line. He taught me how to cast it on the mucky side of the dock where the fish were and how to move the worm to fool the fish. I still remember the first bluegill I ever caught; I was with Grandpa at the cottage. And I remember perfectly the lures I proudly purchased after that trip; they were big and purple, and I was sure I’d catch a thousand bluegills with them. Of course, no bluegill on the planet would’ve been able to get his mouth around them, so I went right back to the nightcrawlers under the leaves. My giant lures weren’t a match for Grandpa’s wisdom.
It’s been a busy couple of weeks. Besides trying to keep up with my Romanian lessons, we’ve been spending at least a few hours each week on the streets sharing the gospel. And add to this the work I started at the English school–trying to learn where the students are at, what they know already, and what they’ll need to know– and you’ll understand when I say I’ve been busy.
Throw in getting sick (imagine the flu + diarrhea; the first night, the word “implode” suddenly made sense to me), and it’s been, well, trying.
When I get busy or sick or stressed, my attention tends to turn from the Kingdom of Heaven to the earth, but God never leaves me long in that place. He is always faithful to remind me of Heaven in the midst of whatever earthly troubles I’m dealing with.