I have a friend that will occasionally point out to me that I seem to talk about the Bible more at certain times in my life. It's felt like an implication of my flightiness, that I use my faith as a crutch in times of hardship or peril. I tend to disagree. I feel like it is because of these times that I am more open to receiving God's grace and love. His nature doesn't change. I'm broken enough to finally see that I am in desperate need of saving. I am more aware of my true condition as a fragile human and God's beautiful consistency of character and faithfulness. It is in times when I have felt abandoned that God has taken me by the hand, and it is in times of feeling alone that I have realized He is sufficient and everything I need.
I'm feeling so much worry. I worry that I won't find work. I worry that I won't fit in with work. I worry that I won't find a job that I like and will be suffering through another miserable job. I worry about paying my bills and about getting from point A to point B. There is worry in my heart.
I am spending time with a dear friend for a couple days, and my mind is relieved with some distraction from these thoughts. Still, they are there, and I still think, "Why is no employer calling me?" I know things take time, but I want to be working and feeling good about myself. I spend renewed time in His Word because that's where I find peace, encouragement and hope. I find challenges to grow rich in God and not in ambition or things. I'm reminded of His hand on my life. The Word of God is my anchor, and I cherish the Word I can receive from it each time I open. A word from God? What a gift.
I am choosing a path that is not widely understood or acceptable, but I want to do right and be pure. I want to live as if life matters and every person is valuable and we all have something to offer the world. I want to learn how to love like Jesus and walk in His way a little more. I want my heart that battles worry and insecurity to rest in the nature of God, the One who understands all things.
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