One of my co-workers this morning looked at my face and said to me, “Be encouraged, man.” …
I don’t know what it is this morning, but I just don’t have it in me, whatever it is. I think it is a combination of things. My mom relapsed again last week and I have been unable to talk with her. She called me this morning stating she wants to go into rehab, possibly in Austin and I didn’t have a response for her. This is year 22 of her addiction. I am 28. I haven’t given up on her. I am in the business of seeing God transform a life. But I just don’t have it in me to deal with this situation with everything else going on.
Writers, theologians and pastors always speak of what faith is, and state that faith is one step beyond hope. Hope is believing something will happen without the promise/guarantee that it will. Faith is believing something will happen with the promise/guarantee that it will. (Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.)
I feel like this morning I have, but little hope. I don’t feel like I am hoping for the best on this day. I just have faith that God is God and He will do what He has promised. In the end, He will work everything out for His glory, my maturity and His purposes in the world to be fulfilled.
Come Lord Jesus.
Your Little Brother,