Intruder Breaks Into My House, Again
It hit me last night, right between the eyes. And it hurt. A foundation-shaking challenge blasted it's way into my life. I wasn't expecting it, and I certainly did not welcome it. But it did not ask to come in. It simply broke the door off the hinge and walked right in. I'm afraid my life will never be the same. This is one of those events that will leave an impact, even a scar, for the rest of life.
So, how do I respond? Many emotions and urges run through the mind at first. Anger. Depression. Revenge.
But, I am amazed, again, at another response that develops within. It is a strength to face the challenge with an amazing peace. The situation, although admittedly huge, does not overcome. I am able to consider, and to do the right thing. At first I do not want to do what is good and right. But I am able, even easily, to realize that love is to rule even at this time.
I get alone. Cry a little. Then I pray. And the Presence, God's presence, takes over. I do not lose my facilities, for this is not a mystical experience. But it is supernatural. Once again, God gives me strength sufficient for the challenge.
I slept well last night. This morning, the answers still appear difficult. And God is still there. He is sufficient.
I do not wish this particular challenge to happen to anyone else. It is not fair. It hurts. But life brings awful experiences. Guaranteed. Thank God we do not have to face it alone. It is foolish, and oh so self-destructive, to even try.
I am reminded that God is far more than a Sunday subject, or a name in a theological textbook. He is present, and He loves me, and He holds my life together.
