“Let everything that has breath praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!” (Ps 150:6)
I am trying to find words to express my gratitude to God for a successful trip, even when more than half of the time I was in pain. This is God’s promise: God’s strength is perfected in my weakness. It is a strange scripture. Maybe I was too proud about my health, my strength, my gift of organizing things. This time I became like a baby, waiting for Tali to help me. Usually he is so fast…but these days he slowed down waiting for me to come along. Love never fails…God keeps the best for the last…if the devil likes or not, I shall enjoy my latter years and our mature marriage. Pain or no pain, my breath stayed with me, therefore I shall praise my God!
Yesterday at the airport I saw an older Indian man holding his waist. In the past, I could have ignored him a million times. But now I observed him, I could read the language of pain on his face…and I prayed for a stranger… I felt good that I could enter his pain and pray for him.
Maybe I was too selfish or too fast…I could not see God’s sparrows fallen on the ground, all with the knowledge of the Father… What a God we serve? He is aware of little wounded birds, yes, this is a new revelation found only in the furnace of affliction, preserved for the very few who alone, by His grace, find the narrow way… I am now more sensitive to God who created all things, big and small. After all this pain, this may be my ‘gain’. I must be grateful, for all gain, all increase and good gifts come from above, from the Father of light, with whom there is no shadow when turning…
“Dear Lord, help me to come closer to You, to understand You better, to love You more, to cling tighter to You, in all seasons of life…In Jesus Name I pray, Amen!”