I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. The creation waits in eager expectation for the sons of God to be revealed. Romans 8:18-19 (NIV)
Today was a hard day. In the back of my mind was my dad’s illness. Yesterday, his kidneys started to shut down. Praise God they started working again, but it left me troubled. He has always been so strong and vibrant. The last few years have taken their toll. His best friend died earlier this week. He did not think he could make the trip to the funeral even though I offered to take off work and drive him there. I am on the edge of becoming the caregiver now. I ask questions of him about his health, but he is reluctant to share just yet. Soon, I will have to know. It was good that we did not try to travel as he has been so sick, but he is sad to know he will miss the services. I am sad for him. Add into the mix that youngest son wrecked his car. Not bad enough for him to be hurt and no other cars were involved. It was just the right amount of bang to get his attention and perhaps make him listen when we tell him to slow down and be more careful. Thankfully my husband is a parts man so the car will get fixed. In time, when my teenager has thought about the error of his ways. Compounding personal problems are difficulties at work. Budget cuts loom over my head. We are all waiting for the ax to fall. Can we even afford to purchase office supplies? Some departments cannot even buy pencils or paper. How will we do our work? Our biggest special event of the year is around the corner. Will we have enough volunteers to pull it off? Two historic buildings are being restored. Will we raise enough money to finish those jobs? A museum needs insurance on its contents in order to receive an artifact loan that we need for an exhibit. It is in a coastal high hazard area. No one wants to insure it. In the midst of my day, an employee goes home sick. I must take her place at two hearings regarding children in foster care. Such sweet faces. How will they manage with their clueless parents? A friend asked me how I was doing. I faced the same dilemma I always do when life is not going well. Do I smile and say fine? Or am I real and admit my struggles? Compared to most of the world, my life is a piece of cake. I have so little to complain about. Will she take my honesty wrong? Does it reflect poorly on God if His child has a bad day or two? Can I be a Christian and still be sad? Finally, I confess my struggles. I pray that knowing that everyone has difficulties will be an encouragement to my friend. I want God to be glorified. Somehow, I think He will be even though I do not pretend that life is always easy.