In my 20’s it was easy to believe what God said…to believe that He had a plan for my life. As I stumbled through my late 20’s and early 30’s, waiting for the promise to come true, my faith began to diminish and cynicism took over.
Life happens. Bills accrue. Health problems arise. Long hours at work ensue. Time slips away. The desire to sleep outweighs the thirst for God’s word.
One day I wake up a complete mess. Depressed. Alone. Putting on a false front, easily deceiving those who don’t truly want to see.
I sit here, wondering. The what ifs pile up. A still small voice tells me I am not forgotten, tells me that this season will be used for good, that this crossroads will help others.
I see a hawk gliding in the wind, so free. I am reminded of Isaiah 40:31.
This Christmas season is a time to celebrate the birth of our Savior. Therr was a point in His life, in the garden of Gethsamane, when He asked his Father to take this cup from him…and he yielded his will to the Father. Let us celebrate a Savior who chose to come to earth for all of mankind, not just those like him.