The Struggle...

I think way too much at times and far too little at other times. But this weekend I had one of those still, quiet, moments of thinking and one of the greatest struggles made sense for a brief moment. I get frustrated at myself and for so many others who just seem to struggle. Some with self, some with sin, some with those around them, some with everything. There are days that I wish I could wake up and go about my business and it would just be easy. I have dreams about what a day would look like free of conflict and struggle. I know the scriptures about how we are not supposed to be at great peace because we are "foreigners" on this earth and I get that but where's the reality of all of that?

Then it hit me. That is the reality. The struggle for me is simply this... My faith and my skin occupy the same space.

Until that one day changes, the struggle will remain. How about 2 Corinthians 4 where it says "So we're not giving up. How could we! Even though on the outside it often looks like things are falling apart on us, on the inside, where God is making new life, not a day goes by without his unfolding grace. These hard times are small potatoes compared to the coming good times, the lavish celebration prepared for us. There's far more here than meets the eye. The things we see now are here today, gone tomorrow. But the things we can't see now will last forever."