I have been so sick since I came back from France. Besides the broken arm and the post-trip depression, I have three other medical conditions that make me feel like I’m dragging a heavy suitcase through an endless airport. Last week I went to seven different medical appointments. This week only five. I feel really old and discouraged.
At times like this I turn to my faith. (I’m intensely curious how people without faith find comfort in their trials. Is it only by drinking gin at 9am?) Every book in the Bible talks about suffering. God uses it to refine us like gold–but it’s not fun being in that refining fire! It’s hard while you are suffering to rejoice as Christians are commanded to do. (James says “Count it all joy when you face trials of many kinds.” Paul says “Rejoice in the Lord ALWAYS.” And he was in prison when he said it.)
I’m really trying to look for the blessings and I have many. Among other caring actions, Jim has made dinner every night. I have a wonderful family including a 15-month-old granddaughter who squeals and points at the screen when we FaceTime. My work partner puts up with my grouchiness, treats me kindly, and really listens to me. I have great friends, and a job that I love going to. Today I was at the beach, and ran into a parent of one of my new students. She told me how much her daughter loved me, and I was deeply encouraged. It’s a difficult time, but I know God is in it, and I have hope.
Another blessing–my beautiful city: