I started to say, I hit a bump in the road, but I think it was more of a pothole. A huge pothole. A hormonal pothole. A, feeling-like-I-have-no-control pothole. In fact, I’m not even sure it could qualify as a pothole. What is bigger than a pothole? A meteor hole? Whatever it is, I’m not alone. Satan is lurking in the corner.
I have been desperately trying to find my stash of humor where there is none. Maybe Satan is hiding it. Sigh… Is this where I tell him to get off? I think so. God is there. God is mighty. God is strong. It’s just that sometimes I feel like He’s looking the other direction. And I’m in my pothole/meteor hole, jumping up and down waving my arms and saying, HELLO?????? I’m here! Of course He knows I’m there. He nudges me, and says, “Read about Daniel and the Lions Den…”
Ahhh…Is that the answer? Quiet contemplation and prayer. That’s what my friend texted me when I thought I had reached the end of my rope. I think that when I am feeling like this, when all seems hopeless, it’s the lesson of trusting God to close the lions’ mouths. To use His word as though it were an umbrella, so that everything that falls does so around me and not on me. And if I get a little wet, then it was definitely for some greater good whether I see it or not.