So what do I do? Surrender to it and comfort myself that I held it together for a good long time? Mop up my tears with a bath towel?
I confess a pity party appealed. I entertained the notion for a while. I thought about robbing the Peter resources in me to pay the Paul problems I was encountering only to discover I’d already done that weeks ago. Peter was empty and Paul was demanding to be paid.
So what did I do?
I’d written a poem earlier on in the day – before Paul appeared. If the truth in the poem was genuine truth and not just pretty words that rhymed, there was only one response.
I let Jesus see my struggle. I let Him know my pain. I listened with my heart and my spirit…and I heard His victory song in my ear.
God is no use to me if I keep Him locked up in words in the book – even if that book is the world’s best seller. Faith opens the book and releases the words inside. Faith invites me to take God at His word and grab hold of His promises.
Paul makes his threats. Peter cannot help. But God? He has given me everything I need for life and godliness – in abundance.
The last straw that would seek break the camel’s back – I pick it up and toss it harmlessly away.
The Ageless and Eternal One
Beyond all time and space
He folds away divinity
To mortal flesh embrace
He comes to keep a promise
An ugly curse to break
He steps into our darkness, calls
This sleeping world to wake
He sees us in our struggles
And knows us in our pain
And sings o’er us a victory song
A powerful refrain
The sin that binds and bites and burns
He comes to wash away
And opens wide a brighter path
A new and living way