"But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed." 2 Corinthians 4:7-9
At this moment, this verse is easy to relate to, and also one that I am clinging to. I had mentioned in an earlier post that I have been experiencing a lot of struggles lately physically, spiritually and emotionally. At times I may even feel that I'm at my limit and just can't handle any more....
Then I received a phone call last night from my husband. He and our two boys traveled to Virginia to stay with my in-laws over night, since this morning my oldest son is boarding a plane and heading back to Florida to attend college. Due to my health issues I was unable to make the trip with them.
Upon arriving my husband called to let me know that they had arrived. We chatted for a few minutes about my son's swim meet that he had been to the afternoon before, how his mother was doing after they visited her in the hospital (she just had a hip replacement on Wednesday), how it had started sleeting shortly before they arrived, etc. Things that were of no real significance. Then he shared how he was driving on one of the major interstates down near the D.C. area. It was heavy traffic, a car on either side of him when a Christmas tree appeared in the middle of his lane. He had no way of swerving to miss it. He knew that our car was damaged by it to some degree, but couldn't tell how much since it was after dark when they arrived.
We talked again this morning and it appears that there is damage to both car doors on the driver's side as well as a broken front bumper. Upon hearing this I find that I have choices to make. I could be consumed with the whole situation - cost, dealing with insurance, etc. I could even ask some of those 'why' questions. "Lord, why do we keep having things happen to us?" But I can also choose to just rest - "hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed."
So I find that each day and sometimes each moment can be opportunity to practice finger tip faith. Times when we choose to trust and follow even when we don't understand. So this day as my son heads back to college, I am grateful that God kept my family safe on the highway yesterday. Even though I will have times of missing our son, and perhaps frustration over the whole accident with the van, I still rest in the fact that I can trust God.