Tonight I looked at a verse in Psalms that says “I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.” My tired mind said, “Yep, that’s right. I will trust Him to get me through this . . . “ Then my brain foggily protested the “get me through” part. All those bits and pieces of advice that say things like, “Life is a journey. . . The destination is only part of the trip . . . The end doesn’t justify the means . . .” came back to haunt me and I wondered just how much my brain has been warped, . . again. It seems to be easier for me to adjust to the idea of trusting God with things like waiting for the right man to show up, which college to choose, which house to buy, how to take care of this many kids, etc. But when the duties pile up, the list of important tasks gets longer than my arm, the pressures of multiple things demand my attention, then I have a problem trusting God to help me IN that situation, but rather I just want God to help me THROUGH that situation.
Stopping in the middle of a stress point to pray for help in that particular moment often eludes me. Even now I find myself just praying to survive the pain, -“Just get me through it Lord and then maybe we can do something important on the other side”- but it’s the journey through the pain where His glory shines the brightest. I should be asking for His help, not to just survive, but to shine in the midst of my trials.