I wonder Father, did you create me for suffering? Paul said – “I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings…” Paul identified with Christ through his sufferings, and so he counted them joy. I can do this. This MS that I carry like a heavy weight on my back forces me to lift up my eyes unto you. Some mornings I rise with calculated movements. Truly I am thankful. However, I can live better if I count my MS as joy – an offering unto you. I have lived my life on purpose without complaint because I profess that you are my strength. I hear you tell me to press hard toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of Christ Jesus. And yet I see more. You say, “be anxious for nothing” I am not to worry. Since you take care of the birds of the air, I can trust that you will take care of me. I must see beyond the suffering because it does not cease. I refuse to moan and groan. There is no strength in complaining. There is strength in transcending my understanding. If I get stuck in trying to figure everything out, I become paralyzed. I want to enjoy your presence. I can do that when I don’t lean on my understanding.
When you reached your hand into the filthy mire that I had created 43 years ago, all I asked for was peace of mind. You give me peace that passes and transcends me. You move me beyond my limited thinking and into a safe space where I trust you and you only. And like Paul, I can REJOICE and rejoice again and again. The circumstance may not change, but when I look through the suffering, I see you.
I feel you carrying me.
Now I can breathe.