It’s the strangest thing to be thankful for. But ‘adding this note to my basket’ allows me to understand in some small way that my trials only come to make me strong.
During the last (approx) 2 months, my family has experienced a vast number of difficulties and challenges. Some small and some big. However, when the huge trials strike, the small ones seem like mountains through your blinking eyes.
We have lost our home, and have not yet found another. My father has been very ill in hospital for the last week and a half, leaving me to run the home while my mom drives to see him every day.
And in between all of the rest, it’s so easy to ask, “Dear Lord, where ARE You?”
Every day, when I get up, I ask God for strength, grace and help. We cannot get bitter. We dare not. I’ve asked for joy in the midst of pain so that even those closest to me may see Jesus shining from my life.
S. Rutherford said:
God hath skill to know what providence will make Christ dearest to thee.
Rejoicing in our trials, tribulations, sufferings, challenges and difficulties is pure joy. As ironic as that may sound, not only does our joy give us strength to sprint over the mountain we’re climbing, but in the long run, it makes it stronger too. And every pain we go through is purposed to glorify the Father in Heaven.
2Consider it wholly joyful, my brethren, whenever you are enveloped in or encounter trials of any sort or fall into various temptations. 3Be assured and understand that the trial and proving of your faith bring out endurance and steadfastness and patience.
James 1:2, 3
Thank you Father for my difficulties.