Friday, October 3, 2014

These Frail Hands

There have been a lot of questions in my mind lately, regarding the misfortunes of recent months. Questions that have answers that make sense from a Biblical standpoint, but to my tiny human mind, and with emotions getting in the way, they seem to make no sense at all.

I have endured heartbreak and hopelessness. I have scraped by on what is now looking to reach bare minimum. I have gazed into my future and seen only desolation, only to turn back to my present life and watch, helpless, as it crumbled. Yet through all this, I still draw breath. And I am compelled to acknowledge that even this would have been impossible, had God not allowed it to be so.

I can't lie. My trust in Him has wavered. My faith hangs by a thread. And yet, what a strong thread. I know that, although I'm beyond frustrated with my situation and nothing seems to make any sense, I've experienced too much truth to simply turn away from it. I despair now, but I know, down to the core of me, God will see me through this dark season, and He will use me in ways I can't even fathom.

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  1. may the present and future Seans reread and re-reread and believe.

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