I had a hellish weekend. My elder son took ill after a very recent episode of the same ailment. My second son, a baby, refused to eat and would wake up every 30 minutes. Needless to say, I have not had a lot of sleep. To compound the issue, I was alone with them most of the time. I felt terrible and helpless, and bemoaned the fact that I had no one to help. Mid-way into the weekend, I realized that my attitude was contrary to my long-held and often preached faith in the goodness and attentiveness of God.
You see, I believe that God is always good and answers prayers that are in accordance with His will. If this is true, then it means that my weekend, as challenging as it was, passed through the filter of His good Hands. Also it meant God had heard my prayers over my son, though his condition hadn’t changed.
After repenting of my attitude, I made a decision to act in consonance with my beliefs. I started rejoicing.
Rejoicing does not mean that you are keeled over with mirth, it simply means that you choose to recognize and be grateful for the good things you have. It also means that your heart stays at rest regardless of the situation, confident in God.
In my case, I realized that ill or not, it is a great privilege to be a mother of my wonderful children. Also, by being alone, I have the opportunity to sharpen my nurturing skills in preparation for other children I would have the privilege to care for. I am going to be an awesome grandmother!
As Apostle Paul said “Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all – 2nd Cor. 4:16-17, New International Version.”
I recently read a book titled “The Hiding Place”, which chronicles the extraordinary story of Corrie Ten Boom and her family who suffered in concentration camps for their courageous work of hiding Jews in the anti-Nazi underground. Through the worst of human wickedness, Corrie Ten Boom and her sister Betsie turned their experience into a shining light of forgiveness and triumph of the love of Jesus.
I now know, as they did, that Tough times don’t last, Joyful people do! Regardless of what I encounter, I choose to be grateful and trusting. Our circumstance regulates our emotions, to the extent we allow it. So choose joy!
What can you be grateful for during this tough time you are going through?