July 11, 2009
God is really good. My wife and I are moving this month out of our little 1-bedroom apartment. (We don’t have a house yet, so we’re house sitting for a missionary family.) We have a 1 month old daughter, Kaylee, who (as adorable as she is) can get a tad, oh… fussy. I have conferences to prepare for, family visiting, an offer on a house and so many other wonderful things to worry about. Needless to say, this month has been hard for Helen and me.
And yet God is good. He tells us to come to him when we’re anxious, tired, burdened, and upset. He tells us to leave our cares with him, and not try to handle everything on our own. He promises not to get us out, but to see us through our trials and ensures we come out better for it — if we let him.
When I try to catch everything that’s up in the air, I’m playing God. And it’s not until gravity causes everything to land on me and hurt my pride that I realize how foolish and unskilled I am at juggling. And then I hear “Come to me, all you who are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”
Father forgive me for trying to do it all myself, for pretending to be you, and for worrying. Thank you for being good to me, ever-faithful. Amen.
