I’m scrunched up in the backseat of my Jeep (it’s the closest thing I’m going to get to a recliner anytime soon). Three or four flies keep me company as they buzz through the open car windows into the late summer morning. I’m tired. I’m hungry. I could use a shower. I’m sitting here trying to kill time, waiting for two long days of manual labor remodeling a friend’s house to start.
If that was all that was going on, I’d be a little grumpy, but I’d get over it. But I’m also wrestling with Jesus over a couple deep-seated struggles. It feels like I have questions only, no answers …
Maybe you’re walking through some kind of struggle right now. If not, someday you will. I’m not talking about a bad day. But a string of bad days, a season of bad days. When desires and dreams go unmet, when heaven seems silent, and when your heart feels heavy.
And yes, while having the proper perspective is helpful—knowing that your struggle isn’t nearly as challenging as…
