“Though he slay me, I will hope in him; yet I will argue my ways to his face.” (Job 13:15 ESV)
There’s a little acknowledged truth about trusting in God…that being, that sometimes it feels like it’s going to kill you.
By the time you read this I’ll be in an airport frantically trying to get one more wave goodbye in to Trey.
He’ll be getting on a plane for Germany in hope of being healed from a disease thats turned our lives upside down for years..
He’ll be gone for three months.
The longest we’ve ever been apart is one week.
I feel like I’m gonna die from grief and he isn’t even gone yet.
He ‘s in better hands than mine, but that is little comfort.
He asked me this morning why he can’t get well here…I asked God the same question.
I asked Him why it took so many years to even know what ailed the boy.
I asked why he has to be somewhere beyond my ability to help, encourage, calm, and comfort him.
I asked Him how much pain He really thinks an old man can bear.
There was no discernible response.
Still, I know that this is the will of God.
I have no choice but to either trust God or give in to despair.
He’s given me no other options.
It’s one or the other, not multiple choice.
It’s 50-50 at this point.
It usually is when the pain is real and hope must come from outside yourself.
I’m going to trust Him even if it kills me.
I believe, help my unbelief.
Make your own application…