19 Jun 2010

At times I am tired. I have done too much, seen too much, heard too much. Too much that can’t be undone I have done with my own hands. Anything like a prize seems never to be in reach, always further along the path, sometimes not even the barest light at the end of a long, long tunnel. I know the Lord has equipped me in full for all that comes my way, but we are human, we are weak. And even He had His moment where He felt that the Father had abandoned Him. But as I wonder about what it would mean to give up, it comes to me that I have been doing it the right way, if I feel like this. I have been pressing forward with enough of my energy if I feel spent of it. There is hope in the hopelessness, another instance where there is treasure to be had in whatever moment you inhabit. And really, giving up is not what I have become, not anymore: what now the Lord has made of me, through these years where He has been my guide.

posted by John H. Doe @ 12:01 am

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