Life is hard, wouldn't you agree? Money is tight, my health is less than wonderful, or even adequate, and my emotions are occasionally all over the map. Sometimes I cry out, "Just take me home."
But today I am reminded that it is in this very environment that God makes me more like Himself. Evans writes, "God's graces appear in the midst of a consecrated life as it is actually lived, not in some far-off realm set apart from real human emotional experience. Surrender never discounts or denies the reality of our suffering."
God isn't standing by my elbow saying, "Get it together, girl! You can handle this, it's nothin'."
No, He is saying, "This is too hard for you, so stop trying to carry it yourself. ..
Come to me, all who are weary and heavy-laden and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28
And though I recognize the wisdom of it, in my prideful state it is still the hard thing -- letting go, laying it at His feet, saying, "I surrender all."
Oh, God, my God, my Savior and my friend,
Give me the strength to admit my strength isn't enough.
Give me the hope that comes from knowing You.
Give me the rest that I so desire.
Oh, God, my God, give me You.