This is a tumltuous season, to say the least. Between the waves of change in church and cell group, the growing pressure of final exams and the heartwrench of a friendship put to the test, I guess that keeping my gasping head above water is the best that I can do.
"(I) will not test you more than you can bear" is God's promise, and since I believe in a God fully in control and loving beyond measure, I also (reluctantly) accept that there is some way to prevail and acquit myself as a man, one who loves God and is unmoveable in his principles. Thing is, there is probably lotsa kicking and screaming and water-swallowing in the process.
Ever moulded a plaster cast? (I did 2 during night call, one for a patella fracture and one for an ankle fracture) Thing is, it must be soaked in water before it can be molded into whatever shape the Maker desires. It's a wet, sogging and floppy mess until it's moulded and bandaged into its final form. Of course, the final result depends on the skill of the moulder.
Well. I'm feeling like a wet and soggy mess now. It's a relief that He is the master Moulder. In time, hopefully, I'll become that solid-rock-like-plaster-thingy that can be relied upo to bring stability and safety, even some measure of comfort to the patella and ankle fractures of the world.
In the meantime, I guess small steps of faith are in order. That and an investment in waterproof underwear or something.
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