She tells me the story of her life.
She says she lives in a hole. A figurative hole, but a hole nonetheless.
Some days, she says clouds of discouragement roll in, casting shadows over her life. On sunny days, hope makes a temporary visit.
Some days, she flies a kite of joy in a gentle breeze; some days, a whirlwind sucks the kite out of her hands, taking joy with it…and hope.
She draws close, leaning in to tell me more of her meager existence. She tells me…
*of her lack of purpose
*of her lonely days and lonelier nights
*of the lack of laughter and finding enjoyment
*of how so many things have been taken from her
*of the starkness, the lack of necessities in her life.
She reveals how her financial and physical woes have tempted her to opt out of this earth’s existence, to move on to heaven’s hearth. But she rejects the nudge to opt out, for she desires to opt in with Christ.
She looks out the window of her home, sighing that it may not be hers much longer. The window is her view to the world outside her hole.
She speaks of the gentle, summer breezes fanning the leaves, green leaves ready at autumn’s starting gate to offer colors of warm amber, fiery crimson, and brassy orange. She knows the bareness of coming winter will be the canvas for spring’s life and beauty once again. She sees the changing seasons as her life.
She divulges how she strains to hear the Lord’s whispers. And how, when she hears His voice, she smiles as He rejuvenates her soul with His presence, with His loving words of comfort and encouragement. She expresses her hope that tomorrow the sun will rise again and bring with it new mercies for the day.
All in her struggles to hold on, yet, is alive and well. No matter what things look like, she holds on. And no matter how her body aches, no matter how threatening the surrounding circumstances, she rests and slowly smiles again, knowing God is in control.
Though she may lack in earthly goods, still she basks in heavenly abundance. Though her peace may wane, the Lord’s peace rises within her. Though weakness occurs, the Lord’s strength still supports her.
And she raises her hands, and her heart, toward heaven, to sing and praise the Lord, as grateful tears stream down her cheeks.
May I pray for you?
Lord, uplift all those shes who feel they are living in a hole…
*Be Light to those who feel overshadowed by life
*Be Encouragement to those who are discouraged
*Be the Supplier to those in need
*Be the Beauty in the lives of those who lack it
*Be the Focus to those comparing themselves to others
*Be the Voice to those longing to hear from You
*Be Strength to those feeling weak
*Be Health to those suffering illness
*Be the Comfort, Peace, and Hope they need to live out each day. May they be aware Your presence is always with them. Amen!