Today is World Lyme Day. Up until a few years ago, I knew little of this disease. Now, not only has it drastically changed my life, but I personally know countless others who are affected by it.
My friend Hayley Mullins, who manages the True Woman Blog, asked me and three other TW bloggers to contribute to a post about how God is working His grace in us through fighting Lyme disease. It was good for me to reflect on the good that has come from the hard and regain a fresh perspective on suffering. You can read the full post here.
Battling Lyme Disease and its accompanying roller coaster of emotions was never part of my plan. But remembering what Christ suffered for my sake arouses in me feelings of awe and gratitude that soothe the festering wounds of hurt and fear.
While I don’t have a choice in what I face from day to day, I do have a choice in whether I’ll gladly share in Christ’s sufferings or resist and question every moment.
Just as “not one word of all the good promises that the LORD had made to the house of Israel had failed” (Josh. 21:45), I can trust in God’s faithful character and know that He has not failed me either.
Of course, this doesn’t mean I wake up every morning with a smile on my face! Most days I fight hard to see light through the darkness. But I’m learning (ever so slowly!) to appreciate the growth that comes from pain and suffering:
- I am much more limited and helpless than I ever recognized or acknowledged.
Jesus is stronger and more loving than I ever imagined or gave Him credit for.
- I am prone to place myself in the center of the universe and forget there are others who are suffering.
Jesus, the Creator of the universe, set aside His rights and gave up His life to save a sin-sick people.
- I am not the savior with all the answers.
Jesus is the Savior, and He has everything perfectly under control.
- I am a frail being who needs to admit her needs and ask for help.
Jesus is all-sufficient, kind, and good. He supplies everything I need.
The list could go on, because suffering is a school from which I’ll never graduate this side of heaven. Thankfully, though, God is a patient teacher. He doesn’t grow weary of me when I grow weary or become irritated with me when I’m irritated. His love and grace are constant even on my worst days.
Read more at TrueWoman.com.