We all have those days: the ones where our best efforts don’t seem to be making any headway. Days where fear says we’re not going to win. Maybe we’re missing faraway loved ones, or misunderstanding close ones. Or stoves break, or minivans break, or arms break and the fixing-up leaves bills piled up. Where frustration spills sharp words
that that we did mean but didn’t really need to say. Days where life is just too darned busy and there’s nothing we can skip. Days where life is just too darned complicated, and we can’t see our path to still water. Days where folks don’t seem to see how hard we’re trying to do right. we didn’t mean
It can leave a girl like me wishing for a place where life is slow and simple– maybe a grass hut on Bora Bora– isn’t that a great name!– preferably with a large beach umbrella within the call of ocean waves, and a good book and a chilled drink in a tall glass.
But really, truly, what’s there to do when troubles weigh heavy and Bora Bora might as well be Narnia, it’s that far away?
I tend to go with King David (God-inspired). I think he had some days like some of mine. And he learned where to look for help.
The Lord is my light and my salvation—whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life— of whom shall I be afraid? When evil men advance against me to devour my flesh, when my enemies and my foes attack me, they will stumble and fall.
Though an army besiege me, my heart will not fear; though war break out against me, even then will I be confident. One thing I ask of the Lord, this is what I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and to seek him in his temple. For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle and set me high upon a rock.
I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.