Sometimes the week is a collective of hard things. Things that, if I'm honest, I rail against. I feel self-pity. I have a dress rehearsal as the victim of "Life Most Unfair." The title of my imaginary play is apt. The client's son died a year ago at age four, and she misses him. "I sit in his room sometimes," she says. "I remember him laughing. I still see him laughing."
Another day I bite down on a Skittle. I never eat Skittles. It is purple. My tooth breaks. My tongue keeps darting to the tooth's ragged edge, even with the bonding material the gentle dentist placed on it for a temporary repair before the crown can be affixed. I looked at that little sliver of white in my palm when I bit down hard and realized it wasn't the shell of the purple Skittle. Such a small thing to break.
Broken hearts. Broken teeth. Where does God fit into the cracked places? Does he speak to us?
I do believe so. There is no denying we live in a harsh, often shadowy world. And I can only speak from my experience, but even in this week with its sorrows and annoyances, I sensed God gave me a metaphor to encourage me. I sensed he said, "You know bad things happen in this life. But think of me like a powerful, glorious lion padding by your side. I am your protector. I fight for you. You can count on me to see you through. I pad by your client too. I'm helping her. I'm comforting her." And, surely, I could see in my imagination a golden-colored, muscled giant cat at my shoulder as I moved along my pathway. I felt better and received God's consolation.
Then I read this in my Bible. How I adore the Bible. God speaks from this literature so very frequently. He is the kindest person I know. He is generous and wants to give to us. There is always a gift from Him. But I must receive--give up the pity party and stop my acting career in "Life Most Unfair." This is what I read in Psalm 81:6-7 (The Message)
I hear this most gentle whisper from One
I never guessed would speak to me:
"I took the world off your shoulders.
Freed you from a life of hard labor.
You called to me in your pain,
I got you out of a bad place.
I answered you from where the thunder hides.
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